Weapon seller in the world of magic

"Yes, please proceed."

Kiara confirmed it calmly to the system, even though she already understood how valuable the brooch was and how much it could improve growth, survival, and control over the battlefield in both subtle and overwhelming ways, and yet, even with that knowledge sitting clearly in her mind, she did not hesitate in giving it away.

She had already made her choice.

If she had kept it for herself, then during the day she could have constantly absorbed the natural energy drifting through the air, refining it slowly into ether energy while standing still, while at the same time her body would heal at a much faster rate.

It would make injuries less meaningful and fatigue almost irrelevant, and during the night, she could have moved like a ghost through the Imperial Palace itself, disturbing her enemies one by one without leaving a trace behind.

And yet...

Her thoughts shifted.

"If I do everything myself… it will slow me down."

She let that thought settle for a moment, feeling its weight.

"I chose summoner for a reason."

That was the core of her decision.

She did not want to become someone who handled every blade, every move, every risk with her own hands, because that path demanded constant presence, constant focus, constant exhaustion, and instead, she wanted reach, control, and multiple points of action at once.

Noah was that extension.

At night, Noah already possessed strength comparable to a 7-circle expert, and now, with the brooch bound to him, he could move unseen for an entire night instead of just thirty seconds, which meant that whether he needed to meet Icarus Veyne in secrecy, eliminate a target without witnesses, or even slip into restricted places like the treasury, the risk would decrease while the effectiveness would increase.

Even if he entered combat, he would not be forced out of stealth instantly, and that alone changed the balance of how battles could be fought.

"There is no need for me to hold everything," Kiara thought quietly.

"I just need the right pieces."

And so, the decision felt natural.

[Ding! Sun & Moon Brooch has been bound to Noah.]

Kiara watched the notification for a brief second before letting her gaze fall slightly, her thoughts already moving forward again.

"Now… only the divine sword remains," she murmured inwardly, recalling that it was already bound to Zion, though its full potential would not awaken until he reached rank-6, which meant that for now, it remained a sleeping edge waiting for the right moment.

After that, time passed quietly inside the store, and Kiara returned to her work, focusing once again on producing bullets, the repetitive rhythm steady and controlled as materials transformed into ammunition, one after another, each piece adding toward something larger that only she could see clearly.

As evening turned into night, the Imperial City slowly changed its face. The lively noise of the day faded into long stretches of silence broken only by distant footsteps and the occasional murmur of guards. At the same time, the inner districts remained protected under heavier patrols, and the outer districts were left with only a handful of soldiers scattered across large areas.

Even those soldiers did not patrol constantly.

Most of them sat in quiet corners, speaking in low voices or simply waiting for time to pass, their attention relaxed rather than alert, while in the Carlo District, there was only one place where more than five soldiers were stationed together, guarding the area around the store.

And among them...

Two spies.

They did not wear uniforms, but their eyes were sharper, their posture more deliberate.

Their purpose was clear, because while the soldiers were there to prevent trouble from outside, the spies were there to watch the inside, to see whether anyone from the store stepped out during the night or made any suspicious movement.

Kiara knew all of this.

And she had already prepared.

At around 1:30 in the morning, when the silence deepened and even the restless began to settle, Noah activated his invisibility skill, his body dissolving into nothingness as he stepped out of the store, his movement swift and controlled, his feet barely making sound against the ground.

He moved fast.

Very fast, in fact.

His body cutting through the air with precision, covering distance before anyone could react, and within thirty seconds, he had already left the immediate neighborhood, slipping past the watchful eyes that had been placed there to monitor him and his master

But the invisibility did not last forever.

The moment it wore off, Noah did not panic or hesitate; instead shifting immediately into a shadow, his form blending with darkness rather than vanishing completely, adjusting his pace and direction as he stayed close to walls, corners, and areas untouched by light.

Because while shadows could not be sensed easily, they could still be seen under artificial light.

And he knew that.

So Noah moved carefully, using every piece of darkness available, turning corners slowly, pausing when needed, advancing only when safe, until he finally left the city boundaries, his breath steady, his movements controlled despite the time it took.

Nearly an hour had passed.

Only then...

He accelerated again.

His speed surged forward, his form cutting across open land as wind brushed against his body, the faint friction of movement whispering past his ears, as the distance between him and the Imperial City widened rapidly.

Within half an hour, he reached Denwez town, located far to the south, where the night felt quieter, colder, and less guarded, and without wasting time, he entered an inn named Serpent Coil, his presence unnoticed as he slipped through the entrance like a passing shadow.

Inside, the air smelled faintly of wood and old fabric, the floor creaking softly under pressure, though he made no sound as he moved upward toward the first floor.

He stopped before a door marked 103.

For a brief moment, he stood still. "Big sis said… this is the place."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, without hesitation, he summoned his dual-energy daggers, their edges forming silently in her hands, before he pressed one into the door, the blade sinking in without resistance.

The Protos energy shifted.

Changed.

And then turned corrosive.

And soon, the wood began to dissolve.

Not crack.

Not break.

But instead, melt away slowly, eaten by invisible force, the edges curling inward as the door lost its shape, the faint smell of decay spreading in the air.

Ten seconds.

That was all it took.

The opening was enough.

She stepped inside.

The room was dark, but his vision adjusted instantly, revealing a stout man lying on the bed, breathing heavily, unaware of what had just happened, his chest rising and falling in slow rhythm as he slept deeply.

Noah observed him for a moment.

"Target confirmed."

Without making a sound, he accessed Kiara's inventory remotely, retrieving three items in a smooth and practiced motion: a revolver, a letter, and a single gold coin, placing them carefully beside the man without disturbing his sleep.

Then he turned.

And left.

No hesitation.

No second thought.

By 4:00 in the morning, he had already returned to the store, his movements just as silent as before, slipping back into his room and resting as if nothing had happened, his expression calm, his presence unchanged.

Meanwhile...

In Denwez town, the man named Harrison woke up slowly, his body shivering slightly as the cold air brushed against him, because the broken entrance allowed the night wind to flow freely into the room, though at first, his half-asleep state did not fully register what was wrong.

Then...

His body shifted.

His stomach pressed against something cold and hard.

The revolver.

The sensation jolted him awake.

His eyes opened.

His breath caught.

The destroyed door.

The items beside him.

A cold realization settled in his chest.

"Someone… entered."

His heartbeat quickened.

"If they can do this… they could have killed me."

His hands trembled slightly as he reached for a candle, lighting it carefully, the small flame flickering as it pushed back the darkness just enough for him to read the letter.

He read it once.

Then again.

And again.

The words remained the same.

A meeting.

Three days.

Deliver the revolver.

Pay for the door.

"An anonymous ally."

He stared at the paper, his thoughts turning restless.

"Who knows I am here?"

His mind raced.

Only a few people.

Only those close to Icarus Veyne.

Then...

A thought struck him.

"Miss Kiara…"

He frowned.

"But why… like this?"

Suspicion grew.

"What if it is a trap?"

He remained silent for a long time, staring at the candle flame as it flickered, before finally deciding.

"I will confirm first."

The next morning, he prepared to send a message.

***

Three days passed quickly.

And during those three days, the Empire itself shifted slightly, because Alexander Phoenix officially announced that firearms would now be recognized as weapons of the masses, placing them alongside traditional weapons, and those who chose to follow that path would be known as gunmasters.

However, even within that recognition, there remained a clear line, because firearms did not rely on ether energy, and so they were still considered an unorthodox path, one that stood outside the traditional structure rather than fully within it.

About half a day after that announcement, Kiara received a formal letter along with an official grant from the Imperial Palace.

The message was clear.

A large compound wall would be constructed.

And it would surround the five-acre land in front of her store.

The first step had already begun.