The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

This wasn't just polite talk; he genuinely thought the cookies in front of him were delicious.

If there were cookie shops on the market that could make cookies of this quality at a reasonable price, he would indeed buy some often as a daily tea snack.

"That would be wonderful." Charlotte smiled sweetly, picked up the white porcelain teapot on the table, and was about to pour tea for the two of them.

The orange-yellow tea is poured into the cup, and the refreshing and pleasant aroma of the tea rises with the steam. Judging from the color, the concentration should be just right, neither too strong nor too weak.

In the tranquil morning light, the only sounds in the living room were the soft clinking of teacups and saucers, and the occasional chirping of birds and rustling of leaves outside the window.

The two of them were quietly savoring the aroma of tea and snacks, enjoying this rare peaceful atmosphere.

After a moment, Morian put down his teacup and got to the point:

"Have you gathered any new information regarding that royal commission?"

"Hmm, I recently reviewed some public records and also consulted several people who are knowledgeable about the royal family's genealogy," Charlotte said thoughtfully.

"The 'Glory Class' is indeed the most unique and mysterious path for the Royal Family, and its core information is strictly controlled. The information I can find is very limited."

Charlotte's expression turned serious, and she looked back.

"First is the 'Princess' Ether, which can only be inherited by direct members of the royal family, and only one person in each generation can possess it. Records only mention that it symbolizes 'purity and devotion'."

"The 'knight' ether symbolizes protection, and there are slightly more records of it than the former. When a knight makes an oath to protect someone, his power will be further enhanced."

Only one person in each generation possesses it... So, it seems the client is indeed that little princess of the royal family? Morian listened intently to this information, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the sofa.

"However, there is one thing that concerns me more," Charlotte said cautiously, "the only direct descendant who has long resided in the 'White Rose Palace' in Bet City is the current Fourth Prince, His Highness Eric Everett."

"What's even more noteworthy is that there has been almost no public news about the fourth prince in the past six months. He has not even appeared at the charitable events where he used to make occasional donations."

"It's like it was deliberately hidden?" Morian immediately thought of this possibility.

"It's also possible that they're being protected," Charlotte added.

Morian kept this information in mind and silently organized his thoughts.

A "knight" in need of help, a "princess" who issued a request, and the fourth prince who lives alone in Bet City—these clues seem unrelated, but he always felt that piecing together all the vague information was not so simple.

"Ronan gave me a week to consider it," he said suddenly. "Today is the sixth day."

"Are you going to accept?" Charlotte asked with concern.

"Did the letter of authorization mention where the contact person would be waiting for us?" she asked instinctively.

“Us?” Morian shook his head and corrected, “Charlotte, I don’t intend to involve you in this matter.”

Charlotte paused for a moment upon hearing this, then asked softly:

"But why... I won't be a burden to you."

"No, quite the opposite, I have great faith in your abilities," Morian said frankly. "But this situation is indeed different. On the one hand, the operation needs to be carried out secretly, and it would be easy for two people to be exposed if they acted together."

"In addition, you used to attend high society gatherings frequently, and many people know you, so it's inevitable that you would be recognized by the royal family or their acquaintances."

Morian looked at her seriously. "On the other hand, if you get involved in such important royal affairs and something goes wrong, I'm worried that even with Earl White's official rank, he might not be able to protect you completely."

Upon hearing this, Charlotte's lips moved slightly, but she ultimately did not refute it, because she knew that what the other person said made sense.

After a while, a look of understanding appeared in her eyes, and she nodded gently.

"I understand. Please be careful then."

The two then chatted about other topics, such as the books on the bookshelf and the progress in weapon forging. Before they knew it, the teapot was empty, and only a few crumbs remained on the tray.

The sky also changed from the dim light of dawn to a deep blue.

Seeing Morian rise to take his leave, Charlotte followed him to the door, and as she said goodbye, she suddenly spoke:

"If you ultimately decide to accept the commission and need assistance, feel free to contact me anytime."

"Okay, thank you for the tea and the delicious cookies." Morian thanked him sincerely and turned to walk into the street.

To get from the wealthy neighborhood to the blacksmith's shop in the old town, you have to cross almost half of Bet City. If you choose to walk, you will undoubtedly waste a lot of precious time.

Morian flagged down a horse-drawn carriage along the way, paid the fare, and the carriage slowly drove towards the old town.

The journey seemed shorter than I remembered, perhaps because it was my second time here, and the familiarity reduced the psychological distance.

The closer you get to that area, the stronger the smell of coal smoke and hot oil becomes, and the clanging of blacksmithing can be clearly heard.

The Blacksmith Alley was still as crowded as ever. Morian stepped across the deep pit filled with black water and followed his memory toward the stone house.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, and this time there was a quick response from inside.

The door was opened, and inside, old Walker looked somewhat disheveled, his face blackened by soot, and his gray hair even more messy than when they last met, but he was unusually excited.

Walker glanced at him with his bright eyes and said briefly:

"Come in, your things are ready."

"Okay." Morian responded and stepped into the room. The workshop was still incredibly stuffy, and even though the flames in the forge had been extinguished, a lingering warmth still emanated from it.

A storage box was placed on the workbench. Walker walked over to the workbench and greeted it.

"Come and take a look at your dagger."

Then, the lid was lifted.

The first thing that catches the eye is a flowing, ever-changing rainbow of colors.

Inside the wooden box was a fifteen-inch-long dagger with a smooth and graceful curve at the blade, giving it a peculiar semi-transparent texture.

It is not a traditional metallic color; inside the transparent blade, a ray of rainbow light seems to be sealed, constantly changing its enchanting colors.

The handle does not use the common solid design, but is directly molded into the blade, with a notch in the middle for reverse grip.

Rather than a remarkable weapon, Morian felt it was more like a work of art for exhibition.

"This short sword is called the 'Rainbow Phantom Blade'," Walker's proud voice rang out from the side. "Try it, young man, it's yours now."

Since the other party had given permission, Morian stepped forward and gently grasped the hilt of the knife. The cool and smooth touch of the knife felt like jade, much better than he had imagined.

There was no need for an adjustment period; holding the short knife in one's hand felt as natural as if it had become part of the body, seemingly a perfect fit for the human body's grip.

Morian swung his sword lightly, and the short blade sliced ​​through the air with a whooshing sound. Several colorful afterimages lingered briefly in the air like illusions before gradually dissipating.

Is this... one of the weapon's inherent characteristics?