Fight to the death, without dying…

"Would they really allow someone to marry into the committee?"       

Lisanne who Jacob made sure to sit beside muttered.

"What do you mean by that?" Jacob questioned.

Lisanne looked at him weirdly realizing he was sitting beside her. "Why are you being so clingy? What your deal?"

"What can't I try making friends with a future weaponsmith?"

Lisanne went quiet as she was slightly shocked, her cheeks were blushed. It was the few times someone referred to her as that.

Normally she would just be called a fool, whoever she told people. She never expected Jacob to believe her.

However, it was quite different. Jacob had no clue if creating super rare weapons was good or bad. In his mind, if he continued to craft more weapons, she would be an asset, especially as a friend.

"I'm not a weaponsmith worth getting close to"

"Well, that's or me to decide, continue what you were saying before. What did you mean?"