“The Vasilipo… Hmm…”0

“Yeah.”0

Henry called in Maker Swarth, the head of the alchemy school, the second he reached the top floor of the Snow Spire. Maker picked up the shattered Vasilipo and carefully inspected it. 0

“Hmm, it’s possible to repair it, but…” Maker trailed off as he glanced at Allen, who was looking back at him with a nervous expression 0

Maker couldn’t help thinking to himself, ‘I wouldn’t have expected anything less from Sir Henry. He already knew how I’d examine the sword, so he brought the owner along with the sword.’0

Maker thought that fixing the sword would be relatively simple as its magic essence wasn’t damaged; it was just the blade itself that had been shattered in two. 0

Henry also knew that simply fixing the sword wouldn’t be complicated. In fact, he could probably pull it off himself. However, he had brought Allen over to the Snow Spire for another reason. 0

Henry didn’t just want to get the Vasilipo repaired; he wanted to upgrade it, to take it to the next level. 0

Repairing a magic sword only required one alchemist, but strengthening it had many other requirements, one of which being Allen himself.0

Maker,...0