'Oh damn!'
My good God, fuck me ten times over — I had this much in my inventory?
I sat there for a long moment, scrolling through panel after panel, and carefully went through each and every single one of them.
Indeed, I hadn't exactly forgotten that I was gaining resources from kills, but I also hadn't exactly been keeping track. The past month had been battle after battle, crisis after crisis, with barely a moment to breathe for my band. Survival had taken priority over bookkeeping.
'I forgive myself.'
This was genuinely refreshing to see. I could make weapons, armor, and things... certainly things I wasn't even thinking hard about right now. My mind was already racing through possibilities, each one branching into three more. All I needed was to secure a very good craftsman.
'Or summon a very good villainess who happens to be a blacksmith.'
