Return of the Legendary Runesmith-Chapter 112 - 111- Idiot

For the rest of the day, Adrian and Ruby discussed nothing but runesmithing. Sharing knowledge and experiences had never felt so fulfilling.

Although Ruby had met many scholars in the past—people twice her age—she could never truly converse with them comfortably. Their ways of thinking were simply too different from hers, and those differences always created distance.

Among the runesmiths she had worked with, she noticed a common mindset: If it works, don’t touch it. But she had never been that way. She couldn’t feel at peace until she reached perfection. Until she gave justice to every weapon she worked on.

And the reason she was able to enjoy such a meaningful conversation with this man was because he thought the same way. Yet, despite their shared mindset, he was far more accomplished.

He knew things she didn’t. Though they had studied the same books, he wasn’t like her—or like any other runesmith she had ever known. Adrian had long since carved a separate path for himself. He was someone who didn’t follow the norms or rely on conventional methods.

"You are unique," she praised, her gaze softening with warmth.

Adrian set his cup down on the table and let out a quiet laugh. "Unique is not always the best."

"But you are," she replied instinctively—and this time, she didn’t regret it.

Taking a deep breath, she continued, "A man can spend his whole life trying to convince others of his greatness. But someone truly exceptional doesn’t need words. His work speaks for him."

Adrian’s eyebrows lifted slightly. "Wow... coming from a Vermillion, I feel honored."

Ruby chuckled and said nothing more. The conversation faded, and for a few moments, they sat in a comfortable silence, sipping on their sixth cup of tea. Both of them had a deep love for sweet, hot drinks, and their talk had been so engaging that Ruby hadn’t even noticed when she broke one of her personal rules—to never have caffeine more than twice a day.

The silence didn’t last long, though. Ruby was the one to break it.

"Adrian, don’t take this the wrong way," she said carefully, "but your talent is wasted in that academy."

Adrian wasn’t surprised. He had been expecting this, which is why he didn’t react and simply let her continue.

Ruby gently placed her cup back on the table and spoke with a serious tone. "You might not know this, but as we speak, seven posts in Grimvale are under attack. Our soldiers are fighting back against magicians."

This time, Adrian couldn’t hide his reaction. His eyes widened in shock. He didn’t know.

She leaned slightly forward. "And there are other borders that are under threat—or already under attack. In times like these, a runesmith like you could make a real difference."

After a brief pause, she added, her voice more sincere, "I’m not trying to pressure you. But if you ever decide to join our family, we can offer you a better workspace, access to superior resources, and a salary that could help you build a bright future—for yourself, and maybe even for a future family."

Adrian raised an eyebrow and asked calmly, "And why do you think I would betray my nation and join you?"

Ruby flashed a teasing grin. "For... me? Maybe?"

Adrian laughed softly, clearly recognizing the joke.

Then, after a short silence, his expression turned thoughtful. "I’ve told the Prince the same thing I’ll tell you now: I love being a teacher. Without this profession, I doubt I would have grown as much as I have. So, please... let me enjoy my days as a professor."

He declined her offer with polite firmness.

Ruby let out a long breath. "So I failed here too, huh? Thought money and my charms would be enough."

Adrian just smiled and didn’t reply.

"I’ll go get some snacks for you. Wait here," she said, rising to her feet.

Adrian glanced out the window and noticed the sky beginning to dim—it was nearly evening.

Well, teleportation doesn’t take time... That thought alone was enough to keep him seated without protest.

After Ruby left, Adrian casually looked around the room.

Her offer was tempting, no doubt. But if his goal had been wealth, he would’ve joined the Tower already—where research and riches went hand in hand.

Teaching, however, brought a different kind of fulfillment. Guiding students, answering their questions, and seeing their eyes light up with understanding gave him a feeling not unlike the one he experienced when tuning a weapon to perfection.

And considering how the entire situation revolved around Allen—and how Ariana would keep getting targeted because of her connection to him—staying at the academy wasn’t just a preference anymore. It was a necessity.

’Well, a time will come when I’ll need to join the battlefield too...’ freewebnσvel.cѳm

The final boss of this world was the Fallen God—destined to descend into one of the Acolytes and attempt to claim this world as his stronghold. From there, his conquest would continue, aiming to bring every world under his command.

Canonically, there was no mention of other worlds. The gods themselves were never properly introduced either, which was why Adrian had been confused when the system suddenly allowed him to interact with people from beyond this world.

At first, he had his doubts—wondering whether these so-called "otherworlders" were truly what they claimed to be. But those doubts vanished the moment he received a gun and, later, the rare ore gifted by the Dark Knight.

Those items—both completely foreign to this realm—confirmed it beyond any doubt. These individuals were not from this world, and whatever lay beyond was far more complex than what the original story had revealed.

’Talking about other worlders,’ He decided to read the chat and see of Valor has asked for the armament.

He glanced at the door but didn’t see Ruby.

’System, open the chat.’

He commanded and soon...his vision was filled with boxes of message boxes.

Not from Valor, or Forgelet...nor from Raven.

It was from a single person with whom he hadn’t interacted until now...

Idiot: [Darling... are you there? Please say something...]

Idiot: [Why aren’t you answering me? Did I do something wrong?]

Idiot: [Is it because I didn’t reach out earlier? I’m so sorry...]

Idiot: [I wasn’t well... I’ve been sick and resting. I should’ve told you sooner.]

Idiot: [Are you okay? Just... let me know you’re safe. Please... I miss you so much.]

Idiot: [Guess what? I finally learned how to make my bed—properly! All by myself... You’d be proud, right?]

Idiot: [Still nothing...? Are you that mad at me...?]

Idiot: [Please answer me... Please... just one word... please... please... please...]

’What the heck is this creature?’

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A/N:- I say, close the chat and forget you ever read that. Thanks for reading.