Dark Evolution Begins with Marrying an SSS-CLASS Blind Monster
Chapter 132: Dance of Flames

Chapter 132: Dance of Flames

The next morning...

The workshop echoed with the rhythmic clang of a hammer on hot metal as Nellas shaped the material.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he tied his long silver hair back. Each swing of the hammer felt familiar and purposeful.

As he worked, his mind wandered to recent events. Thoughts of the old man and the girl lingered, puzzling him. He grappled with their identities and his own emotions.

"Mom and dad are coming back tomorrow," he murmured, a mix of excitement and mild worry in his voice. The idea of their return comforted him, yet his feelings were tangled and complex.

The blacksmith’s workshop was really hot because of the summer sun. Nellas wiped his forehead with his hand.

The heat from the forge mixed with his hard work, making him tired but also strangely full of energy.

Right when he was going to hit the metal again, a sudden display popped up in front of him, grabbing his attention.

«Mythical Weapon System»

— Mana +1

’Slow and steady,’ he thought, adjusting how he held the hammer.

The metal he was working on was slowly changing shape, responding to his skilled hands. Even though it was hot and he was tired, the feeling of accomplishment was worth it.

’It’s the only way I can boost my mana a bit,’ he thought further.

’If I didn’t begin helping my father two months back, I wouldn’t have learned that the only way to raise my mana is by using the God of Creation’s methods,’ he thought, remembering the time he faced off against the God of Creation.

The technique for increasing mana was complicated and needed focus, but it was helping him advance.

As he kept working, another display appeared in front of him, grabbing his attention once more.

«Mythical Weapon System»

— Mana +1

The numbers flashing in front of him were small, but every increase mattered. He felt happy whenever he saw that number go up.

Mana was important, and he needed as much as he could get, especially considering his uncertain future and his heavy past.

Even though he didn’t want to become super strong, he still wanted to have enough power to protect his family and loved ones.

His attention went back to his work. He brought the hammer down again, the steady rhythm of his actions calming his thoughts.

Each hit of the hammer was a step forward, both in his work and his personal journey.

With each swing, the clang of metal hitting metal echoed in the workshop, reminding of the effort and dedication in crafting something valuable.

This feeling connected deeply with Nellas, as he knew he, like the metal, was shaped by his experiences and choices.

Suddenly, his focus broke by a noise at the entrance. Nellas turned quickly, his eyes narrowing a bit as he looked for the source.

A guard in light armor was there, a surprise but not an unwelcome one.

"Hey there," the guard said, lifting his hand in a casual wave to Nellas. The guard’s tone was polite yet straightforward.

Nellas’s attention fixed on the guard, his stance alert. "Is this Joseph’s workshop?" the guard asked, with a touch of curiosity in his voice.

Without thinking, Nellas confirmed, "Yes," his tone steady and certain.

With a nod from the guard, he stepped aside, making way for another person to enter.

A young man with bright red hair came in, his eyes just as red, resembling pools of blood. The boy seemed to be around 16 years old, his appearance remarkable and handsome.

As the red-haired boy walked in, his eyes met Nellas’s almost immediately. His gaze held a mix of interest and recognition, evident in how he carefully studied Nellas’s features.

’Silver hair and a face handsome enough that it is almost unbelievable,’ the boy’s thoughts whispered, their meaning clear even without words.

The boy smiled, a friendly and confident expression, as he approached Nellas.

However, Nellas’s response was more reserved. He set aside the hammer and stood upright, facing the approaching young man with an air of caution.

’Who is this guy?’ Nellas’s mind raced, a hint of suspicion clouding his thoughts. He observed the newcomer, trying to gauge his intentions and identity.

The red-haired young man came to a stop in front of Nellas, the space between them just a couple of meters. His gaze held a mix of curiosity and warmth as he met Nellas’s eyes.

"From your silver hair and blue sapphire eyes, you must be Nellas, am I right?" The boy’s words were confident and carried a certain certainty, as if he had been expecting this encounter.

"Yes, I am," Nellas replied, his gaze fixed on the red-haired boy. His silver hair caught the light as he stood there, his blue eyes locked onto the red-haired young man in front of him.

The red-haired boy chuckled, a sound that held both amusement and familiarity. "It is you—the guy who took the blacksmith market by storm," he added, his tone playful yet acknowledging.

Nellas’s brows furrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Took the blacksmith market by storm?" he repeated, his voice carrying a touch of skepticism.

The red-haired boy nodded, his expression earnest. "Oh, absolutely. Word travels fast in our circles. Your work has garnered quite the reputation. And, well, I suppose your looks might have something to do with it too," he added with a playful grin.

Nellas’s gaze remained steady, though he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He wasn’t used to being in the spotlight or having his actions noticed in this way other than fighting.

"Hello, I am Han, from the Flameheart family," the red-haired boy introduced himself, extending his hand in a friendly gesture.

"Flameheart family?!" Nellas’s eyes widened slightly, surprise evident in his expression.

The Flameheart family was well-known throughout the kingdom for their special gift.

Unlike others, they had a unique connection to fire that had been passed down through generations. This fiery ability was not just a skill; it was a part of who they were.

Among the many families in the land, the Flameheart family stood out because of their control over fire.

They could create flames that moved exactly as they wished. It was said that their flames were exceptional—beautiful, precise, and under their complete control.

With just a thought, they could bring forth fire in its purest form—bright, powerful, and full of life.

It was almost like the fire respected their expertise and followed their every command.

The Flameheart family’s appearance was as remarkable as their control over flames.

You could spot them by their bright red hair, as vibrant as the colors of a sunset. This fiery hair flowed down their backs, symbolizing the powerful fire that flowed in their blood.

Their eyes matched their red hair, shining with the same intense hue. The fire in their eyes matched the flames they manipulated.

Those eyes seemed to hold a piece of the fire’s soul—a captivating glow that hinted at their incredible skill.

It was said that when a Flameheart family member looked at a flame, their eyes would come alive, sparked by an inner fire that connected with the element they controlled.

Their appearance went beyond just their fiery looks. Their skin was a picture of beauty, smooth and delicate like silk. It was like their connection to fire had given them this flawless skin, almost like the flames themselves had caressed and perfected it.

When sunlight touched their skin, it seemed to glow, as if an eternal ember of warmth and light lived within them.

Their most astonishing skill was their ability to focus fire into one powerful point.

They could create intense beams that could slice through solid rock as if it were soft clay, showing remarkable accuracy and control.

These beams were so strong that they could destroy anything in their path, leaving behind the smoke and the smell of burnt ground.

Throughout history, there were moments when the Flameheart family’s strength had changed battles and decided the fate of kingdoms.

Their skill wasn’t just impressive; it was like a beautiful dance that mixed natural ability, wisdom, and their special bond with fire.

...

Han, with his bright red hair and eyes that looked just like the flames he controlled, entered Nellas’s workshop, carrying the Flameheart family’s heritage.

His presence showed that he was full of confidence, like someone who had worked hard for years to get really good at what he did. He had practiced and learned so much that his skills were now a part of him.

When he shook hands in greeting, it was like the fire inside him responded, showing how strong the Flameheart family’s connection to fire was.

"Hi, I’m Han, part of the Flameheart family," he introduced himself, a small smile forming on his lips. His red hair and intense blood-red eyes looked even more amazing as he reached out to shake hands.

"The Flameheart Family?" Nellas’s eyes widened a bit, showing surprise as he tried to process this unexpected meeting.

"Yeah, I’m the son of the Sixth Heir in the Flameheart family," Han explained, his voice carrying a bit of pride. "My dad is Duke Alderan," he casually mentioned, his words hinting at his lineage and importance.

Nellas looked from Han’s impressive appearance to his honest manner. ’It doesn’t seem like he is lying based on how he looks,’ he thought, quietly evaluating the situation.

’But what does he want from me?’ The question hung in his mind, a blend of curiosity and caution.

As if sensing Nellas’s unspoken question, Han spoke up, interrupting Nellas’s thoughts. "You’re probably wondering why I’m here, right? Why would someone from the Flameheart family come here in person?" Han asked, his tone light yet observant.

Nellas’s brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on Han, as if hoping to find answers to his inquiries within the young man’s words.

Han kept going, looking sincere. "I know it might be hard to believe, but I actually need a favor from you."

"A favor? From me?" Nellas’s eyebrows went up in surprise, his voice showing a mix of doubt and interest. He quickly tried to figure out why Han would ask him for something, his thoughts spinning with a blend of curiosity and uncertainty.

Han’s gaze stayed focused as he looked into Nellas’s eyes, a calm intensity behind his words and demeanor. The air felt charged as these two people from very different backgrounds found themselves in an unexpected situation.

"Yeah, just a personal favor," Han said calmly, his eyes showing he meant what he said. "I’d like you to..." He paused, carefully choosing his words.

’What’s he going to ask? If it’s related to the Flameheart family, it must be something big,’ Nellas’s thoughts raced, his mind trying to predict what Han might want.

"...come with me to a certain place," Han finished with a small smile, still looking at Nellas. The request hung in the air, a mystery waiting to be solved.

"Huh?!" Nellas’s eyes widened in surprise, his voice showing his astonishment. Han’s unexpected request had caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.