My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2047

Alfius and Tilly went up to a remote mountain forest to find the legendary swordsmith because Alfius' sword was broken.

Alfius held the sheath of the broken sword and said solemnly, "The moment I held the sword, I could feel everything about it—the material, the forging process, the person who forged it, and the emotions.

"Perhaps it's not just the sword. I can feel such things even with simple daily tools like spoons, forks, and ladles. After that, I'd become easily affected by their emotions and... Well, I wouldn’t say I’m being controlled by them because I'm completely sober the entire time.

“Mosley knew of my abilities at first glance. In his words, he explained it’s like changing the saved file of a game, and the sword is similar to a saved file. Although the person controlling it is all me, because of the different progress levels in each saved file, my mental state changes along with it. That was his explanation."

Tilly nodded. He understood that feeling because his master, Rodney Tilman, had the same ability as well. Perhaps the head of Alfius’ family taught the technique to Rodney, which was why he could become a sentient blade.

Tilly said, "The Sword-Wielding Guest. I think that’s what it’s called if I remember correctly. A former swordsman used this ability to create eight demon swords. That’s why your master asked you to hold the demon sword, Rain in Village. "

"Maybe. Oh, by the way, the shop where the craftsman who made Little Slash is up ahead," Alfius said as he pointed forward.

Up on a small hilly slope stood an exquisite little stone cottage where a wisp of black smoke rose up its chimney. Both Alfius and Tilly quickened their pace.

However, two young men in black suddenly came out of the cottage. These two men seemed to be saying goodbye to the people inside the cottage. They were about to leave after bidding their goodbyes, but suddenly, they spotted Alfius and Tilly.

Everyone sat down in the stone cottage. Alfius handed the broken sword to the old craftsman.

The old master recognized his own craftsmanship and said, "Yes, I made it. I remember it was customized for the president of a swordsman association. Are you his disciple?"

"Yes. I’m Alfius, one of the president's closest disciples. You must be Mr. Bjorn Steele."

"Yes, it's me."