Chapter 26: Molten Hands

"5 silvers is just too much to repair the weapons and armors of my companions. At most I'll pay a single silver for all the repairs"! A tall adventurer currently in leather armor yells at Mr Tross. The tall man had very inconspicuous shade of pink hair that was cut into a bowl cut with side swept bangs. "Fix our armors and weapons old man". He says this while slightly raising his blade at Mr Tross, his blade looked to be channeled with what looked like to be dirt and the earth. Just before anything else could happen though, Mr Tross's hand began to emit flames that surround only his hand and then he grabs on to the middle section of the blade. When Mr Tross latches on to the blade, the blade begins to get red, and Mr Tross immediately snaps the blade in half, taking the part he broke off before putting it in the other hand of the adventurer before him. That part of the blade is smoldering hot, which causes the adventurer to shriek with pain before tossing the blade out his hand.

"6 silvers now". Mr Tross returns the rudeness with a calmness of an ocean, but underneath the calmness, a raging inferno was just ready to blast out at any minute, and burn the area surrounding him. The pink haired adventurer cowers back before having an angry look on his face. "This isn't over old man"! He yells out before he stomps in a direction towards farther in towards the town. As soon as the adventurer is out of sight, Isaac, Isabella, and Coralia begin to clap their hands at the performance that Mr Tross just put up. Isaac who was walking ahead and made it closer to Mr. Tross first completely surprised Mr. Tross.

"Isaac? I was sure when I first saw you at the hospital, you'd be out for at least a week, yet here you come back in three days. I think you should change your nickname from little warrior to little monster". He chuckles along with Isabella who is trying not to laugh herself and Coralia who is also trying to do so but falling quite obviously as giggles are constantly escaping her mouth. Isaac rolls his eyes at all of them before inquiring about Mr. Tross.

"I didn't know you could use magic Mr. Tross, at least I could never sense a magical presence coming from you, even when I saw you from time to time. You also have some of the strongest fire magic I've seen". Isaac rambles on as he stares up at Mr. Tross in amazement.

"It's nothing much lad, this insignia on my clothing from the blacksmith association acts as a magic deterrence device, making it cloak my magic from those with magic at the tier 1 mid stage standard or below. I guess I'll also teach u about why magic is special, even though the same person might have the same type of fire magic, its the spells we create or learn that defines how our magic is. Not every fire mage uses this Molten Hands spell I have, I mainly use it for my profession. Sometimes the greatest spells aren't the most powerful but the ones that fit you the best". Mr Tross says to Isaac who then turns to Isabella. "I'm sorry as always to hear about the troubles that you end up getting into Isabella, but I'm glad you all are okay. Come in, so I can show you to your rooms". After saying that, Mr Tross opens the door and leads everyone inside, when they enter the heat that hits them is immense, which causes them all to feel like they stepped into the oven. The flooring looks to be made out of granite while the walls are made out of cobblestone. To the left of Isaac there is a huge forging oven with what looks like to be molten bars taking shape, and in the general same direction, there was an anvil sitting on top of a slab of rock, a tool rack on the wall, a wooden table with a bunch of papers of blueprints on it, and a bucket full of different metals and materials. To the right was a door leading to the rest of the house from what Isaac could assume. They all travel into the house where Mr. Tross first leads them to Isabella's temporary room. "You can go ahead and lie down Isabella, I'm sure you are tired and want to get some early rest. I'll go ahead and show Isaac where he will be staying". He says as he takes Isaac with him while Coralia follows along. They arrive to a door with a room small yet spacious enough to house Isaac. In the room is a small desk, bed, and dresser with even a window.

"This room here is for you Isaac, and don't hesitate to ask me to make you something new, I'll help you to the best of my abilities". Mr Tross says before he turns to leave back to his forge. Isaac after Mr. Tross leaves turns to Coralia. "Where exactly do you stay"? He asks confused because he hasn't seen a third room for her to stay in.

"I sleep with sister Ava, shes so much fun and such a great person to talk to. Which reminds me, you can be the judge to our fashion shows that we put on"! Isaac who was just listening in without really paying attention suddenly feels like his brain just shattered". In Isaac's mind, "Like hell I'm going to be the judge for a beauty pageant! I could be using this time to train my magic"! Isaac thinks with a sour expression on his face before his expression returns normal and he says, "Not Interested". As he is about to walk in his room, he feels something coming at him and dodges to the right.

"Come back here and be our judge"! Coralia yells as she keeps chasing and trying to grab him. Isaac is still not in his best condition still dodges her and retreats with ease...that is until he trips and falls on his back with a towering Coralia over him with a evil smirk on her face. Suddenly she grabs his leg and begins to drag him across the floor to Ava's room. While being dragged, Isaac is screaming for help, unfortunately, it would seem like nothing was going to save Isaac from his fate.

"Where does she get this power from"!? Isaac thinks to himself in his head as he is dragged into the room...never to be seen again...until the next chapter of course.