Single Spell Sorcerer-Chapter 83: Slight Issue

The sky outside the window showed that it was dawn when Jax woke up. He remained in bed for a few minutes, thinking back to the crazy night he had.

The woman had left in the dead of night, and thinking back, he only just remembered that he hadn’t even asked for her name. Was it a good idea to try and find out her name now?

"Are you awake?" Gemma’s abrupt words caught him off-guard, making him jump a little.

"You’re back?" he asked.

"I was back long ago," she said. "Don’t worry. I made sure to watch from a distance instead of getting close."

Jax didn’t know what to say. "Did you look for what I asked you to? What did you find?"

"Well... uh, slight issue. I have nothing."

Jax frowned. "You didn’t look for information about the wounded old man?"

"No, I did."

"And?"

"And I have nothing to give you. No information."

Jax paused for a moment. "Are you not allowed to tell me about him?" he asked.

"No, I just don’t have the information. I searched for it, and there is nothing. It’s just blank. Normally, I would likely be made to not tell you the information, but in this case, there is just no information. It’s... it’s almost like the man isn’t supposed to exist at all."

"What... What do you mean? How can he exist if he’s not allowed to?"

"I don’t know," Gemma said. "I can’t imagine the Navigator has made any mistakes, so my guess is that either I don’t have the authority to learn about him, or the Navigator himself does not know that something is happening in this domain."

Jax felt a sense of fear upon hearing those words. If God himself lacked knowledge of the happenings in his train, then that made everything way more scary.

"I can’t imagine the Navigator being the issue since he knows everything," Gemma said. "So I am most likely the one who isn’t allowed to find out. The Navigator is hiding information from me for some reason."

"I see," Jax said. It didn’t make him feel any better since he still didn’t know who the old man was, but the dread of an omnipotent god likely failing to notice things did vanish from his mind.

"Alright, thanks for the help."

Jax got up and went to take a bath.

The sun rose by the time he was ready to leave. He walked out the door and made his way down to the tavern hall. As he walked down the stairs, he saw a few people in the hall, one of which was the dark-skinned girl from yesterday.

The young woman’s eyes lit up when she saw him and quickly waved for him to come over to her.

Jax thought to himself for a long time whether he was doing the right thing or not, before finally deciding to go there.

"You came down as I asked. Good, you made the right choice," she said.

"I haven’t made any choice just yet. I’m still in the middle of deliberating."

"What’s there to think about?" the young woman asked. "You need armor, and I am a blacksmith looking for a job."

"What I need right now is breakfast," Jax said. "I’m famished."

He turned toward the owner behind the tavern counter and waved at her. "Can I get breakfast please?"

"A minute!" the owner replied.

Jax turned around to see the woman looking at him with narrowed eyes.

"There are 2 blacksmiths worth your time in this city. One is the man who runs the blacksmith, Karran, and the second one is me."

"Just two?" Jax asked.

"Technically 3, but the Iron Hermit doesn’t work for others, so he won’t make any armor for you."

"Alright," Jax said. "And there are no other blacksmiths at all?"

"None that are good enough for you. Karran is the only blacksmith with enough knowledge to make weapons and armors with runes on them. The others can’t do that," she said. "That was until I came along."

Jax narrowed his eyes. "If you are this good, then why do you need work?" he asked. "People should be flocking to you."

"I’m new," the woman said. "I have no customers, and all my money was spent trying to learn from Karran. Now my choices are either to go hunt in the forest outside of Oak Valley, or find work as a blacksmith."

"And you chose to find work?" Jax asked.

"I’ve been hunting every day with various groups, but it’s barely enough to make ends meet. I try to stay in the smithy as much as I can, but people aren’t letting me work. Please, trust me and let me make this armor for you. I can make excellent armor."

"Alright, let me think about it."

The woman seemed agitated, but she didn’t say anything.

The food arrived a moment later, a steaming tea with a hearty side of eggs and sausage, along with two pieces of bread and some roasted potatoes on the side.

The server who brought it was one that Jax hadn’t seen before, but as she placed the food down, she looked toward him and giggled before walking away.

Jax remained stunned, unsure of what had just happened. Why had she giggled?

"What was that?" the woman asked.

"I... don’t know," Jax said.

"Did you do anything— oh, was she the one who came to you yesterday?" she asked. "If she’s laughing at you, then—"

"No, she wasn’t. I’ve never seen her before."

The woman paused before bursting out into laughter. "You must have put on quite the embarrassing performance," she said. "Those girls back there are all listening to the events from last night and laughing at you right now."

Jax blushed, feeling self-conscious, and looked at the woman before him. "You are quite the horrible person, you know that?"

"Sure, sure," the woman said. "Just don’t call me a bitch."

"What should I call you then?" Jax asked.

The woman paused, a realization hitting her. "I haven’t given you my name, have I?" she asked. "I’m Melayne. You can call me Mel."

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