Lila looked in her room and saw a bunch of skill books, various crafting tools, and materials. When she looked at the skill books prompts would appear to her.

  [Would you like to learn ‘Tailor’?]

  [Y/N]

  [Would you like to learn ‘Carpentry’?]

  [Y/N]

  “She does know that I’m a blacksmith, right?” Feeling insulted she looked at the others and to her dismay, none of them had anything to do with black smithing.

  When she put these down, she found a note. Curious about what it could say she read it, hoping it would clear her confusion. The letter would only annoy her in the end though.

  Lila,

  I can only imagine how worried you must be about your storage ring and the sudden appearance of so many crafting supplies and tools in your room. Asmodeus has informed me about your recent actions, and while my first concern is your safety, especially given your current state of adjustment and ongoing mental health challenges, I also recognize and respect that you are a crafter by heart and nature.

  With this in mind, I propose a compromise in the form of a challenge. You are free to keep everything you create. Each item you craft is yours to own and use as you see fit. Once Haruaki deems you ready to go out, I will personally take you on a tour of the capital. Additionally, any profits you earn from your creations are yours to keep, along with whatever you choose to buy with those earnings.

  When your time here is over, I will return your storage ring and all of your belongings without having opened or tampered with them. I understand the importance of trust, especially with the gravity of Fairy Deals and Infernal Contracts, and I assure you that I have no intention or desire to take anything from you. I won’t even open your storage ring without your permission and won’t ask for said permission or what’s inside.

  I am here for you and willing to answer any questions you may have over dinner.

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  With care and understanding,

  Kon

  P.S. I suggest starting with clothes, as the servants will likely take the ones you are currently wearing at the first opportunity.

  “Searing slag.” Lila cursed at it all. She was a blacksmith. The fact that she now had to make her own outfits and learn all of these skills felt cruel.

  Carpentry was a laugh. Other than making wooden handles or sheathes Lila did not plan on using this skill.

  Leatherwork? Joke work. Her knowledge of leather was for leather-wrapped handles or making her own apron and gloves out of some fire-resistant material.

  Tailor? She did everything she could to avoid the lectures from triplets about fashion, so this was the cruelest joke to her.

  Enchant and Runesmith… These were skills she wanted to learn anyway but was too upset to admit it.

  Lila grumbled to herself as she took the time to accept every skill. As the others were self-explanatory, she only focused on Enchant and Runesmith.

  While Enchant allowed one to imbue their own skills or techniques using the skills on gear then Runesmith was a skill that made it easier to imbue runes on equipment for a variety of effects. The downside of the Runesmith skill was that it didn’t come with a working knowledge of the runes themselves, just how to use them.

  So, she decided to read the book of runes and made some design plans with them. This led her to make many plans for different armor equipment. While she wasn’t particularly skilled or talented in anything beyond forging, she still learned such crafting techniques from Pops because some customers were very persistent in him making something that didn’t require forging.

  To ease her own tension while losing herself in the design face she sang the song Pops always sang when he was inevitably convinced and worked on said projects.

  “I’m a dirty money whore doo da doo da~”

  “I will do whatever you say, just as long as you pay~”

  Before she ever learned what the words of the song meant they were engrained in Lila as a form of venting. This led to a very awkward conversation between her and Pops when he had to explain why she shouldn’t sing that at eight years old. Sadly, child logic just made her sing anyway, much to his dismay.

  Once she was happy with her designs, she remembered the P.S. in the letter and decided to test out some of her skills for now. She was only able to make a simple martial arts robe based off of some cheesy and flashy martial arts movies she watched with Roark.

  Most of those movies were so over the top that they viewed them more as a comedy than something with good fights. Though ironically the exceptions were the ones with the most over-the-top names such as Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon.

  Though Lila preferred the movies that were a middle ground of good fights and out their cinematics like The One, even though its setting was more modern than old-time martial arts world. She liked to refer to The One as martial arts the musical with how many rock songs were played in the fight scenes.

  She would have kept working while reminiscing if a servant hadn’t snapped her out of the zone as they told Lila that dinner was ready and that they would escort her.

  While still annoyed she was in a better mood now. She did not have the same passion for tailoring as she did for forging, but it helped remind her that things would get better. It also reminded her to make sure her phone had a volume control setting for Roark since he would be screaming louder than usual when he called her for an explanation of her situation.

  For now, she simply needed to look forward. She had at least one ally in her corner for now. A new addition to her family.