The power of a Whitesmith

(-April 6, 2061/ 9:00 PM/ Current location: Charles's Mansion)

Mordred came back home, excited about what he was planning to do.

[Anastasia: You're looking jolly. Did something happen?]

[Mordred: I can tell you later. But right now, I have to go to my room.]

Mordred continues his day without saying a word about his sigil.

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(-April 6, 2061/ 9:00 PM/ Current location: Mordred's room-)

At exactly 9:00 PM, He jumped down the window and into the ground when everyone was asleep. He ran as swiftly as he could without producing any sound. While he was sprinting towards the Burdened hill, He felt a chill touch down his nape.

But he presses onward.

He parkoured up the buildings, walls, and pipes like a ball being bounced in random directions.

I wasn't able to do this before. Mainly since my body is at its weakest.

The crowd of people felt wind as Mordred passed through them with no effort and knowledge of what he did. They all assumed it was a breeze made by the night.

He arrives at the Burdened Hills.

The place where most of the duels used to be a common thing back in the day.

The Burdened Hills turned into a brown and desolate place. No one wanted to live here because of the ground becoming loose when constructing a building. The scars of battle terraformed the gorgeous grassy hills into a deserted region.

Raiden recommended this place for its vast expanse and simply because no one goes there.

[Mordred: Its time Evangel.]

As he mumbled toward his glove while gazing at it with anticipation.

[Evangel: What are we making today?]

[Mordred: A ranged weapon.]

Mordred poured magic into his glove and Evangel formed a bow, made by using his mana as the material.

[Mordred: Simple enough. The arrows please.]

He poured magic into his glove again. In accordance with it, magic-made arrows appear in his gloves.

[Mordred: Sweet. Now to test it.]

Mordred throws away the bow and arrows behind his back and decides to create a different range weapon.

I'll make a simple gun. I looked at the internet and wrote a lot of types of designs for my guns. Safe to say that I got too excited to look at weapons.

[Mordred: Evangel. Make me a gun.]

[Evangel: I have found 215 types of ranged weapons in your memory. Please name the desired weapon.]

[Mordred: A revolving rifle.]

The core sucks out his magical energy forcefully. His veins glowed with blue color and the rifle was slowly being pulled into reality.

This weapon came into my mind when I first saw it. I was like: "Dang, this looks cool".

Being a weeb makes my choices biased.

As the tip of the barrel as it's last part to be created. The weapon, the Revolving rifle is complete.

[Mordred: About the bullets.]

[Evangel: There is no need. Simply add mana to the rifle to create a bullet.]

He did what he was informed, and 6 bullets brimming with magical properties, materialized inside the casing.

Mordred points it at the boulder at the end of the Burdened Hills.

[Mordred: How strong is the damage I wonder?]

Mordred pulled the trigger.

The bullet fired out.

It pierced through the boulder as well as the wall behind it and made multiple cracking sounds.

It's a good thing no one comes here. If those came then they'd be questioning right now.

In one of the abandoned buildings of the Burdened Hills. Filia is spying on him with binoculars. The technology of her item is a specialized version.

[Filia: Just what are you? Making a weapon out of nowhere and going to this place with inhumane reflexes.]

As it turns out. Filia has been chasing him and monitoring his actions without his knowledge.

[Filia: What should I do? Maybe I can use my Father's memory probe device.]

Filia stares down at Mordred testing his newfound powers on a boulder. This goes on for an hour straight.

There are three things I know about him.

1st is that he is not human. While he was traveling to this place, he did not use any type of spell to enhance his speed, reflexes, or stamina nor did he intake any form of substance.

2nd is that he has a Forge Master's Glove and he has never-ending amounts of magical energy.

3rd is that his background information has been locked by Presidential level security.

It's 10 o'clock and no one is here.

I have the greatest opportunity to use my Father's device.

Filia dawns her respirator, cocks her device, and prepares to jump down.

[Anastasia: You're awfully bold. Child of the Draco Household.]

Filia felt a chill down her spine.

She stops midway and turns around.

Never in her whole life did she let anyone follow her. Yet someone is behind her and that someone is the King's sword.

[Anastasia: What is your business here, half-breed?]

Filia did not speak.

[Anastasia: Fine with me. {Infigens Int Vlad}]

Spikes coated with Dark magic erupted from the ground. Filia jumps to avoid the incoming needles.

The sound that Anastasia made with her magic, alerted Mordred.

[Mordred: That's.]

He looked closely at one of the buildings and saw one of them devastated with an uncountable amount of spikes.

That's Teacher Anastasia's magic spell, "Vlad the Impaler".

Why is she here?

As he thought to himself.

Filia sprouted her wings and tried to fly away.

But

[Anastasia: {Gravitas Stilla}]

Filia's weight was increased by Anastasia's magic. She starts falling at incredible speed.

She closed her eyes and hoped for the best outcome.

Luckily, someone was there to catch her.

Mordred catches her while she is plummeting to her doom.

With an embarrassed voice, she speaks to him.

[Filia: Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Y- YOU!]

[Mordred: What about me?]

Anastasia was astonished by Mordred's act.