Putting his hand on the door handle, Zaroth's heartbeat began to speed up due to anticipation.
'Is this how kids feel when they are about to receive a present they had been looking forward to for a long time?' Zaroth asked himself. Due to his poor childhood, he never got the privilege to feel this feeling.
Not wanting to waste more time, he turned the knob and entered the Otherworldly Forger. The small bell above the door let out a beautiful sound as before, and the loud sound of metal being pounded resonated in the whole place—it was even more intense than the last time he had come here.
The first thing his gaze fell upon was the small, petite girl with brown hair stationed at the counter.
