Chương 93: A Very Different Apology

The darkness was like a deep cave where any ray of sunlight would scarcely dare to penetrate. In this darkness, a blazing ray of light illuminated the entire place. The air was impregnated with the acrid smell of burning coal, sulfur, and the constant echo of hammer blows against metal reverberated on the rocky walls. The atmosphere was rustic, a blend of warmth and chill; it was the forge of a dwarf. No, not just any dwarf, but the forge of the Dwarf King.

"Father?" Clovis's voice echoed, the hammer blows could be heard throughout the kingdom like a symphony; he grew curious and came to see.

Clovis was on his week off, where he decided to return home. Despite still pondering Dante's death, he didn't want to dwell on it and decided to return. He wanted to work in his forge, but upon returning, he heard his father's strikes and decided to find him to see what he was working on.