"This place was originally called Blowing Furnace Mountain, but many years ago, many wanderers gathered here and built a blacksmith's village in the mountain..."
Her black hair cascaded like satin, and wearing a light armor dress, the second young lady appeared valiant today, her words brimming with spirit between her brows.
"They usually earn their living by forging iron. The forging yards and blower rooms built around the mountain's lakeshore occupy vast areas, so this mountain also earned the name of Tatara..." She pointed to the silhouette of the village in the distance at the end of the road ahead, which was still far away but already faintly visible, and said so.
To find out the situation here, to slay the bandits and Demon Ghosts committing evil deeds.
This is what they were going to do next. From now on, she no longer needed to repress her own power, but rather needed to actively use it for combat, to tame it in battle.
