Pick Me Up!

Chapter 260: Requiem (6) (1)

I opened my eyes.

A cold, metallic room greeted me. This was my quarters, located on the fourth floor of the waiting area.

A steel bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a chair. To the left of the room stood a large display case meant to hold various sculptures. The shelves up to the eighth one were nearly filled. I might have to ask the carpenter to craft a new one soon.

I took off my armor and laid out the items hidden in the safe onto the floor.

El Cid’s twin swords, Colada and Tizona, a wolf fur cloak, and the Book of Reversal.

Squatting down, I flipped through the pages of the Book of Reversal.

‘A master key for Server 1, huh?’

To solve this problem, I’d need to go to Server 1.

So, no matter what I do here… the outcome is already predetermined.

Thankfully, there’s still time.

Anytng has only climbed to the 60th floor.

I still have enough time to make decisions before it’s too late.

[Hiccup!]

I looked up while still squatting.

Iselle was floating around the room, her face flushed red. She must have drunk a considerable amount of alcohol, and her fluttering wings seemed unstable.

[“Loki… is the best.”]

Iselle slurred her words.

“If you’re tired, go to bed.”

[“He even… beat the number one in the rankings.”]

She was talking nonsense again.

He didn’t beat him.

They didn’t even fight properly.

If Tel hadn’t intervened, maybe there could have been a fierce battle between Niflheimr and Dorado.

But the result would’ve been the same. The guy wasn’t really interested in fighting in the first place.

He probably fought half-heartedly and then pretended to lose.

Just thinking about it made me angry.

‘This isn’t my style.’

Clank.

I drew a sword from its scabbard on the floor.

A pure white blade that resembled a streak of lightning.

It was as high-quality as any of the Five Relics of Niflheimr.

[Glug, glug… gulp…]

Next, I examined the wolf-fur cloak.

According to the scan, aside from its durability and excellent insulation, it didn’t have any special abilities.

It was likely just a symbolic item representing El Cid.

[Puha!]

Iselle raised the empty glass bottle high.

“What are you doing?”

[“Hangover remedy!”]

It seemed to be working well.

With more stable movements, Iselle flew over to me.

[“Loki, what were you doing? I couldn’t reach you at all.”]

“I was investigating El Cid. There were too many suspicious things about him.”

I briefly explained the battle with El Cid to Iselle.

She tilted her head and examined the spoils of battle laid out on the floor.

[“So, these are El Cid’s items?”]

“Yeah. I was lucky enough to grab them.”

[“Oho…”]

She picked up the book, which was about her size, and quickly flipped through its pages.

Then, as if she’d been electrocuted, her hand started trembling, and she threw the Book of Reversal away.

[“Aaaah!”]

“What’s wrong?”

[“The interference is immense! Almost like a solidified force.”]

It didn’t cause me any problems when I read it.

Iselle turned her attention to the twin swords lying beside the book.

[“These items are really good! At least SS-grade.”]

“Well, they’re hard to use.”

If the twin swords were more versatile, I might’ve given them to someone like Velkist.

However, these weapons were exclusive to El Cid, only demonstrating their true power in his hands.

And even if I could use them, I already had Bifrost.

[“Are you just going to leave them here?”]

“I was thinking of recrafting them.”

With a grunt, I placed the book of Reversal back in the safe.

Then, after fastening the twin swords at my waist and draping the wolf-fur cloak over my shoulders, I opened the door.

“Come along.”

There were still a few hours left until morning.

The staff at the item workshop wouldn’t arrive for another six or so hours.

The wolf-fur cloak had exceptional durability, enough to block swords, arrows, and even bullets if handled properly.

As for Colada and Tizona, they were imbued with top-tier magical formulas.

Although transferring the materials might be difficult, it should be possible to move the magical formulas. Some degradation might occur, but it’s better than letting them gather dust.

‘Item synthesis.’

The workshop’s facilities had improved significantly.

With Iselle’s support, we could create some decent items.

Of course, there was one more person I needed aside from Iselle.

I reached the end of the dark hallway, in front of a certain door.

“Are you asleep?”

Knock, knock.

No response.

Well, it was pretty late.

I opened the door and stepped inside.

“Hmm… nyah…”

Katiio was sound asleep on the bed.

I slung Katiio over my left shoulder.

“…Ugh?!”

At that moment, Katiio’s eyes snapped open.

“What, what is it, Han! Do you know what time it is…”

“Keep your voice down. You’ll wake the others. I need a favor.”

“I’ve been waiting a whole week to sleep in this room! Please!”

Was it that bad?

Katiio, draped over my shoulder, was on the verge of tears.

“Can’t you ask during the day?”

“It has to be now.”

“But…”

“I’ll give you the morning off.”

“Do you know how many times I’ve fallen for that?”

“This time it’s for real. You can trust me.”

There was no one else who could do it besides Katiio.

His abilities far exceeded my expectations.

He crafted an airship with minimal materials that had yet to break down once. On top of that, he maintained and repaired everything perfectly. His support magic and combat skills were superb, and his enchanting skills were top-notch.

‘There’s a reason we work him so hard.’

It wasn’t by chance that he got pushed so hard in the waiting area.

He was too useful to leave idle.

“Liar! You’re lying! Let me go! I want to sleep… mmph!”

I carried the struggling Katiio with me.

When we arrived at the item workshop, Katiio finally quieted down, accepting his fate.

“What do you need me to do?”

He seemed ready to work now.

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