CHAPTER 89: CH 89: MAKE A SWORD FOR ME- PART 2

Fenrir stood at the entrance of his underground lab, watching the blinking notification from Fredric’s latest message disappear from his screen.

[Fredric: Stay inside. Don’t go anywhere until I say it’s safe. We’re handling it.]

Fredric’s words were laced with worry and control. Typical.

Fenrir chuckled under his breath, slipping his phone into his pocket. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he ignored the message completely and stepped outside.

The artificial lighting in the lab gave way to the soft glow of the setting sun. He inhaled the cool air and started walking toward his house, hands shoved in his pockets.

"I already know who did it. But if I say anything, I’ll just get dragged into another one of Fredric’s containment plans."

He muttered to himself, amused.

It wasn’t cowardice. It was strategy. The more he kept to himself, the freer he remained.

Telling Fredric about Betty Rose’s involvement would only bring more eyes on him, more questions, and more control. Fenrir had enough of that in his life already.

Back at the Legion Tower, Fredric Black paced in his office, one hand pressing against his temple as he listened to yet another report about the explosion at Fenrir’s school.

"Damage to the east wing. No casualties. But a few students were injured."

He let out a long, frustrated sigh and turned to Rick, who stood across from him with a tablet in hand.

"This is the second time. The second damn school. At this rate, there won’t be any ’normal’ left for him."

Fredric muttered.

Rick scratched the back of his head.

"So... maybe we stop trying? Homeschool him? Hire a private tutor? He’d learn faster anyway, and we can keep him secure."

Fredric raised an eyebrow.

"And lock him up in a tower like a princess? No. He needs socialization, even if it’s a mess."

"Fredric, he’s already messed up. You’ve seen the reports. No friends. No interaction. No club activity. He forged an S-class weapon for Renie instead of showing up to school."

Rick said.

Fredric paused.

"Wait, he what?"

"Yeah. Renie said he had it ready. Used some phoenix-threaded core or something. System gave it an S-grade."

Fredric exhaled slowly.

"Of course he did."

Rick changed the subject.

"About the raid—do we postpone? You know how these attacks rattle the higher-ups."

Fredric shook his head.

"No. There’s no reason to delay. Whoever hit the school wasn’t targeting us or the raid. It was likely one of those rogue factions sniffing out a dungeon. They wouldn’t waste that kind of firepower unless they were desperate."

Rick nodded.

"Alright. Renie and the other S-class members are already prepping. Most are hyped. Which doesn’t mean much, but—"

"But Renie being excited does. Her excitement terrifies me."

Fredric finished for him, rubbing his forehead.

Rick chuckled.

"She said she’ll ’bring back a piece of the tower’ this time."

Fredric’s eyes narrowed.

"Keep an eye on her."

"I always do. So, back to Fenrir. What’s the plan? Another school?""

Rick tapped his tablet.

Fredric didn’t answer at first. He walked to the tall windows behind his desk, looking out at the city glittering below.

"I know it sounds stupid. But I just want him to have a slice of something normal. Friends. Arguments. Bad teachers. A crush or two. Things I never got to have."

He finally said.

Rick crossed his arms.

"You realize he’s been attacked, watched, recruited, and pulled into a world quest. Normal is gone."

"I refuse to believe that. He’s still young. If I give up now, he’ll never know there’s more to life than dungeons and survival."

Fredric replied, his tone sharp.

Rick let out a low sigh.

"You’re too hopeful for your own good sometimes."

Fredric smiled slightly.

"That’s why I have you to balance me out."

Rick rolled his eyes.

"You just don’t want to admit he’s turning into a mini-you."

Fredric didn’t respond. He watched the sun begin to dip behind the distant mountains and murmured.

"He’s going to surprise us. One way or another."

The moment the shimmering dungeon gate stabilized and let out its humming pulse, the elite S-Class raid team stepped inside, led by none other than Renie Astaire.

They were a handpicked group—strong, fast, and battle-hardened. Every one of them was among the top hunters of the continent.

Still, all eyes were on Renie as she casually unsheathed a new weapon, a sleek short sword with a pale, glimmering edge and a unique curved hilt pulsing faintly with mana.

The instant the blade came into view, Kevin Jenner, the undisputed #1 hunter in the nation, squinted.

He was a seasoned fighter, and more importantly, he had access to the guild’s arsenal—he’d seen and used almost every high-tier weapon available. But not this one.

"New toy?" he asked, approaching Renie with a raised brow.

"Where did you get that? That’s not guild storage stock."

Renie gave him a half-smile and spun the blade in her hand with the comfort of someone who’d already adapted to it.

"Got someone to make it for me."

She said simply.

Kevin frowned.

"Someone?"

Before he could press her further, Renie dashed forward with impossible speed and cleaved through the first wave of monsters waiting for them beyond the gate.

With every strike, her short sword glowed faintly, and she moved like a blur. The blade tore through armor-like scales, slicing cleanly with little resistance.

The monsters didn’t even get a chance to retaliate.

"Whoa!"

Muttered Louise, ranked #2 and known for her calm demeanor and ice-element control.

She watched Renie leap into a small horde of dungeon beasts alone and dispatch them one by one like they were nothing.

"She’s different today."

Kevin watched too, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

"That sword’s doing something to her. Look at how fast her mana recovers."

As Renie finished off the last monster in the group, she turned to the team, her short sword gleaming with residual energy.

"This weapon is great. It’s the perfect fit for me."

She said, grinning.

Seeing the opportunity, Kevin and Louise exchanged a quick glance and moved in.

With casual familiarity, both hunters walked up and slung their arms over Renie’s shoulders, boxing her in from either side.

"Okay. Spill it."

Kevin said, voice low but firm.

Louise nodded, her hand tapping lightly on the hilt of her staff.

"You didn’t just stumble across that thing. That’s custom-forged. High-grade. Probably S-class"

Kevin tilted his head.

"You got Mr. X to make that for you, didn’t you?"

Renie didn’t even blink.

"Yeah."

Both hunters froze for a moment, surprised she answered so easily.

Louise leaned in, whispering like they were sharing a conspiracy.

"Then where is he? We’ve been trying to track him down for weeks. Don’t be greedy, Renie. Share a little."

Renie shrugged them off and began walking again.

"Nope. Not telling you."

"Come on. You’re not really going to keep a craftsman like that to yourself, are you?"

Kevin said, following her.

Renie gave them a sideways glance.

"I absolutely am."

Louise sighed, running a hand through her silver hair.

"You’re the worst."

Renie smirked but didn’t stop walking.

"Then keep up."

The rest of the team was too focused on clearing the path ahead to notice the conversation, but it didn’t take long before everyone began to notice Renie’s performance.

She was slicing down high-tier dungeon monsters as if they were paper.

Her footwork was sharper, her reflexes more precise, and the speed at which her mana recharged was simply abnormal—even for someone of her rank.

"She’s glowing."

Someone whispered from the back.

"It’s that sword. I swear I saw it hum with energy when she struck that golem."

Another muttered.

Kevin and Louise regrouped behind the front line, both silently watching Renie do what she did best. But now, they weren’t just watching a comrade—they were analyzing, studying.

"If that’s really a Mr. X weapon, he’s even better than the rumors say.""

Louise murmured under her breath,

Kevin gritted his teeth.

"No kidding. The way that blade feeds her energy—it’s like it’s designed specifically for her combat style."

Louise’s voice dropped to a whisper.

"We need to find him. If Renie’s power just doubled with one of his weapons, imagine what we could do."

Kevin’s eyes never left Renie’s form as she danced through the battlefield.

"I’m not letting this go. After the raid, we press her again. One way or another, we find Mr. X."

Back at the front, Renie grinned as she finished off another enemy. The blade’s weight was perfect in her grip, the hilt fitting into her palm as if it were made for her hand alone.

"Thanks, Fenrir. You really do live up to the hype."

She whispered under her breath.

And with that, she dashed off toward the next cluster of monsters, leaving both her enemies—and her teammates—struggling to catch up.