346 Zeiroi

Author's note: this is from Zeiroi's point of view

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I finished transferring magic from the vial to the dagger, successfully imbuing it with the scorching heat that will last for the next five years.

The handle had pretty jewels and I wondered who its owner will be. Maybe a young master of some family who can afford these trinkets.

The approaching footsteps told me that Frac came to collect my work.

I kept the empty vial and the dagger on the ground and scurried in the far corner of my cell. I don't want Frac to punish me again.

"Did you finish your work, vermin?", he spat at me. "Answer me!"

"Yes."

Frac snorted and collected the dagger and the vial.

"You didn't keep anything for yourself?", he asked while waving the vial low for me to see.

"No."

"I sure hope so. For your own good."

I knew that he meant it.