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On the road back to the Holy Capital, Caron tucked Saint Kamael's coffin into his pouch of dimensional space. The metal it was made from had immense potential.
The blacksmiths affiliated with the Vatican had guessed that it was some sort of alloy forged using a special method, but even they couldn't analyze its composition properly.
"So basically, you're telling me that we'll need help from the dwarves?" Leo asked.
"Well, no one can compete with the dwarves when it comes to metallurgy," Caron replied. "Besides, we were planning to visit them anyway to get our dragonbone gear inspected."
For now, they had named the mysterious metal Raellium, in honor of Rael.
Naturally, that was Leon's suggestion. Caron had originally wanted to call it Senility.
"If he gave us the metal, he should've at least told us how to forge it. Honestly, I think the founder just lost his mind in his old age…" Caron trailed off.
"By the way, that Warrior called Saint Kamael, are you certain he really was the founder?" Leo asked.
"I am certain," Caron answered with a nod.
"Any proof?" Leo asked.
"The engraving on the coffin. It was done with the Oceanwolf Sword Arts. I could barely scratch that thing—it was at least done by a 9-Star," Caron replied.
If someone had used the Oceanwolf Sword Arts, that meant they were from the Leston bloodline. But in the history of the Ducal Family of Leston, only two people had ever reached the level of a 9-Star knight. They were Rael and Halo.
And it clearly wasn't Halo who had done it. That meant it had to be Rael's work.
"There's nothing in the family records about how our founder died," Caron said.
"It's been debated for a long time," Leon...
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