บท 141: New Masks

"Aiso, wake up. Wake up," I say, lightly slapping Aiso's cheek. 

"AHHHHH! HUFF HUFF HUFF… Y-your highness, what happened?" Aiso says in between heaving breaths. 

"Nothing much… but look at your weapon," I say, picking up my newly evolved scythe.

I should keep quiet about what happened, so Aiso doesn't feel any unnecessary paranoia or stress. Maybe consulting with Paimon would be good first; he might know what just happened. 

"W-whoa. I made that?" 

"Indeed, but some spirits blessed it, so it evolved. But I highly doubt this would've been possible if you hadn't created such a high-quality weapon in the first place. You are the best blacksmith in my kingdom," I say, admiring my new soul equipment.