NOVEL WEB Chapter 77: It's Time
Chapter 77 - It's Time
Excalibur Proto!
Wielded by Arthur Pendragon, this radiant blade was forged to vanquish otherworldly threats intent on destroying the planet.
Excalibur Proto bears thirteen seals, restrictions set by Proto Arthur and his Twelve Knights of the Round Table.
Under normal conditions, six seals can be released.
To access the blade's full might—more than seven knights must approve, acting as a second scabbard to its strength.
Orsted studied the sword in his hand, its sealed aura humming faintly.
He sank into thought.
Emm, I'm not Arthur Pendragon.
Why do I need their approval to unlock its full power?
Would the Knights even recognize a stranger like me?
This system was a tease.
It handed him a weapon but left the fine print unresolved.
"Forget it," Orsted muttered, sighing.
"At least I can wield its power up to six seals, like Altria's Sword of Promised Victory. It's not a loss."
"Speaking of Altria, if I have Excalibur, could Avalon be next?" he wondered silently, tossing the sword back into the system inventory.
"Come on, system, hook me up with Avalon next sign-in."
A sword without a sheath was impractical.
Leaving Excalibur Proto exposed—or worse, gathering dust in the system space—wasn't an option.
Orsted moved swiftly, selecting materials in his workshop to craft a sheath.
He aimed to make it a magic item, as an ordinary sheath felt unworthy of such a weapon.
With his EX Mystery—he could theoretically forge a knockoff Avalon, given the right materials.
But without resources, he was limited.
In minutes, a gorgeous pseudo-Avalon took shape.
Due to the materials' quality, Orsted kept it simple, enchanting it with durandal attribute.
He flourished the sheath, then summoned Excalibur Proto, tossing it upward.
The blade slid perfectly into place with a crisp, satisfying clink.
Orsted nodded.
He swapped out his old sword at his waist for Excalibur Proto.
Perfect.
Work didn't stop there.
Tsubaki had commissioned five magic items for 50 million valis before they parted.
Orsted saw no reason to delay.
Unlike grimoires or magic swords, which required hours of meticulous labor, magic items were a breeze.
He hammered out all five in half an hour.
Grimoires demanded intense focus, weaving spells into pages over hours.
Magic swords needed relentless forging to imbue magical properties.
Only Orsted could call crafting magic items "simple"—if Asfi heard him, she'd likely seethe at his nonchalance.
Finished, Orsted left the workshop and returned to his room.
After a quick wash, he sank into his warm bed, drifting into sleep.
The next morning, a familiar weight woke him.
"Hestia…" Orsted sighed, eyeing Hestia sprawled beside him in an odd sleeping pose.
Since her impromptu date invitation two nights ago, Orsted couldn't see her the same way.
Before, her midnight visits barely fazed him.
Now, her sleeping form sent his heart racing.
Taking a deep breath, he tore his gaze away, slipped out of bed, and left the room.
After washing up, Orsted headed to the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone.
Soon, Hestia, Lili, and Tifa stirred, joining him at the table.
They ate in comfortable silence until Lili spoke up, swallowing a bite of toast. "Hestia-sama, Orsted-sama, Lili won't be joining you today."
"Tifa and I plan to test our magic in the dungeon."
"She's right," Tifa added.
"We decided last night after practicing in the courtyard. The dungeon will be perfect for testing our spells."
Orsted and Hestia paused mid-bite, exchanging a glance.
Their eyes mirrored the same thought:
A day alone together?
"No problem," Hestia said, recovering with a grin.
"I've got errands anyway."
"In that case, I'll craft a few more grimoires," Orsted said, smiling.
Lili nodded, pleased. "Good luck, then!"
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