Chapter 167: Hug, Kiss, What?! (V)
The Dwarf stomped his feet a few times, crossed his arm, and stared back squarely in Phil's eyes. The height difference made it comical that I couldn't help but hold in my laugh, trying not to disturb their serious conversation.
"I'm guessing that you came here to take some crystals to make another one." Phil read the Dwarf instantly like a book.
"I-"
"Which, I do not think is a wise idea."
"But you haven't ever seen my weapons!" The dwarf threw up his hand in frustration. "I make A ranked weapons to the T. Not only that, I am sure I can even surpass that and make an S class with no trouble if I just take a few of this crystal with me."
Phil didn't like the sound of such a disastrous weapon being made. "You want to make cataclysmic weapons."
"Yes, I mean no."
"You are out of your mind."
"You don't understand our kind." The Dwarven huffed, annoyed that Phil wasn't going to budge. "This has been my dream, my goal, and you're trying to stop me!"
"If I must save a city from being wiped out, yes."
"Bah." The Dwarf waved his hand, disappointed in Phil. He then turned his head, noticing me.
I stood there for a moment, bursting out into laughter at the comical duo. My laughter rang out clear and loud, echoing in the very cave itself. The height difference and the way they seem to stare each other down cracked me up. At the rate that the Dwarf was intensely staring at Phil, I believed he would have a bad kink in his neck the next day.
"Who?" The Dwarf tilted his head, looking up at Phil for an answer.
"Berry." Phil gave out a sigh, not liking that I had left when he told me not to. "What are you doing here?"
I quickly replied. "I thought you got hurt."
"I'm fine."
"Yes, which I'm grateful that you are." There was no way I would allow him to get hurt, especially because I liked him.
Phil glanced over at me, surprised at what I had said. A soft smile erupted on his lips, realizing what I meant, and his mood drastically decreased, allowing him to calm down.
"What is your name?" Phil spoke, bringing back the Dwarf's attention.
"Khordad Drum Thunderhammer, but most people call me Khor." Khor pounded his chest proudly, standing up tall. "My family line is renowned for weapon and armor creation."
"You are the third son, correct?"
"Yes, you have heard about us?"
"Yes…" Phil spoke slowly, thinking over what to say next. "If I remember correctly, you have four older brothers and three sisters. From your father to you, the blacksmithing skill has passed down to you."
Khor nodded his head. He was also amused that Phil knew his family tree so well.
"From there, the first international incident occurred when you created the Ripthruster, which caused the death of a small duke family in the Dragon Kingdom."
"Well now, there was a reason behind that-" He was cut off as Phil continued to speak.
"The reason is that your magic brings unwanted trouble." Phil flatly spoke out, crossing his arm in front of him. "Your family needs better control of what you pour into your creations."
Khor coughed, looking away a bit embarrassed. "We aren't so great with magic." He confessed.
Phil heaved out a sigh, then he hardened himself. "In which case, I will take back these crystals." He walked over, bent down to scoop up the broken crystals lying on the ground.
"Wait!" Khor rushed over, almost body slamming on top of the crystal itself. "Don't do this to me!" He begged, his beard and body covered the crystal on the ground so Phil couldn't take it away.
"Move out of the way." Phil wasn't pleased at Khor's reaction. He was getting annoyed fast.
"Listen to me, please!" Khor wasn't budging even when Phil was trying to pry the crystal away.
"What?" Phil momentarily stopped.
"Just let me create one last weapon. This will be my best one!"
"No."
"My family name is on the line!"
"Well, that's too bad." Phil tore Khor away from the crystal and scooped it up.
"You don't get it! My father will be killed if I don't make this!" Khor grabbed onto the heel of Phil's leg as he was being dragged alongside him.
Just when Phil was going to shake him away, he stopped. Looking up into the ceiling, he sighed. Eventually, he glared at Khor, not happy with what he had heard. This allowed Khor to speak up quickly without wasting a single breath.
"You have heard about the awakening of the Legendary Beast, correct?" Khor let go. Phil's ears perked up.
"Go on?"
"Well, the Dwarven King had ferried my father and my brothers to create an ultimate weapon to kill the brewing trouble. Mt, Feru, which has been dormant, has become active again. Right now, we don��t know where the Legendary Hammer, Bone Crusher, is." He stated with concern. "This only means one thing, the Phoenix is awakening."
"What?!" I burst out speaking, completely shocked by what I had just heard. To learn that another Legendary Creature was stirring meant big trouble. What was worse was that there were still Legendary creatures out there that were still alive. My head hurt just thinking about what my Aunt was doing, and it made me feel even more responsible for the action that she was causing.
I needed to stop her—my dedication to find the remaining Heroes lit up my soul in excitement.
"When did you start noticing this?" I walked over.
"Last month," Khor said, he got up. "It was odd to see the mountain becoming active again, especially because it hasn't happened for thousands of years. There even has been a rumor going around that the other Legendary Creatures are awake, which is impossible."
"Actually…" Berry's voice trailed off. Just thinking about the other Legendary creatures being awake was a huge problem. "It's true."
Khor faltered, staring at her with disbelief. "That's not possible." He mouthed slowly. "Only one Legendary creature appears at a time; how is it possible for so many?"
"Someone is summoning them." Phil replied, "this is the first time something this serious has happened."
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