Crafting a unique weapon

By the time Ezra and Aurelia returned home, Lord Sebastian and the others had already gone to sleep. It saved Ezra the trouble of having to explain himself to his father, but Aurelia still remained cold to him.

“Good night, sister,” Ezra wished her, hoping she would return the courtesy, but her words remained measured.

“Night,” she replied curtly as she walked back to her room.

Marlin was starting to enjoy this family drama, and he could not help but mock Ezra. “Oh, the poor little boy…Losing his only friend in the world. Must feel sad?”

“Aurelia still loves me and cares for me,” Ezra replied. “She’ll never give up on me.”

Marlin wanted to amuse himself a while longer by taunting Ezra, but he once again proved to be more mature than Marlin had expected him to be.

As soon as Ezra was back inside his own room, he shut the door and set to work on his Gunsmithing workbench. Retrieving all the crafting components from his inventory, he put them on the table.

He selected the blueprint