"It's impossible." Albec sighed upon hearing the response of the chief of the research department, who was currently trying to replicate a certain armament.

It has already been three days since he handed the sword Adrian had tuned under the belief that he would be able to realize how he works so efficiently on runes.

However, it was proving to be an impossible task.

"What exactly is the problem that my capable research team is not able to reproduce runes like him?"Albec asked, not in annoyance but genuine curiosity. Adrian's craftsmanship is proving to be beyond the reach of any expert, and that is very unsettling.

The chief of the department, whose name is Mark, informed, "It's the very fact that he connected several mana points to only a single rune."

Albec sighed, "And why is that not possible to be copied?" He might not be as knowledgeable as they are in this field, but what Adrian did within a few seconds should be possible to imitate in a few days, right?

However, "It's the control over his magic. Believe me, sir, I have never seen any runesmith in my entire life who has such precise control over his mana to the point where he could breathe life into a weapon so effortlessly."

Mark was there during the third round, so he has closely monitored Adrian's methods and his mind-wobbling control over runes.

He was talking and answering questions while forming the second thread.

Everyone knows that, other than the First Thread, every single connection requires excessive focus to remain precise. However, for Adrian, it felt like a very old and experienced runesmith who had tuned over a thousand armaments and was working among a few newbies.

"Did Tia look at it?" Albec asked after a few moments of pause.

"Ah, yes. Madam Tia assessed the blade and then she locked herself in her study, saying she needs to do some research and also that to not take away the blade until- ah, here she is."

Mark suddenly spotted the familiar woman marching into the room, and without warning, she snatched the blade from Albec.

The other staff in the research department instantly drew closer since they knew that enthusiasm meant she had discerned something.

Albec also remained silent and knelt beside Tia, who was sitting on the ground with the sword before her and a book, ancient and barely held by thick threads, on her lap.

She read a few lines, a few runes, before she slammed her hand on the book, "I knew it!"

Albec instantly asked, "What did you find?"

"These runes…" She suddenly looked up and, upon finding so many heads peeking at her, she commanded, "Leave us alone. Mark, send them out and come back in."

The other researchers groaned…they really wanted to know, but going against the Tower Master never crossed their minds.

Mark followed her command and escorted everyone out of the workshop before he hopped his way back to the Tower Master.

Albec and Mark sat before her like worshippers and listened to her intently.

Tia finally revealed, "This is my greatest treasure, something for which I have spent fortunes." She showed them the same diary she had been reading earlier.

"But what-"

"Shh." Albec silenced Mark and wordlessly urged her to continue.

Tia revealed to them, "These are one of the Originals."

"...!" Mark's eyes widened, and Albec's lips parted in shock.

Originals…a term everyone closely related to the history of runesmithing knows.

The books everyone reads nowadays are not something derived from the original notes of the legendary runesmith.

Avirin's notes were mostly scattered—some burned, others hidden—and only a few individuals ever managed to find them. Among the remnants that survived, Tia managed to get her hands on a few.

That's what she called—Original.

There have been many runesmiths who rose to heights, and some even gave their versions of weaving the threads, like Alistair Williams, who was known to discover the Third Thread. But was he the real discoverer? No. He just gave a method, which everyone follows. But was it the best? No.

The best was invented by the original God of runes.

Avirin.

"And similar to him, Adrian also used fewer runes to bind several threads. As you can see here." Tial excitedly showed them the similarity between the runes.

It was as if they were looking at an armament created by the Legendary Runesmith himself.

"Professor Adrian never told us how he pulled the technique of binding so many mana points to a single rune...does he have a copy of these notes?" Mark questioned, and it sounded like the most sensible possibility

However, "Are you an idiot? There are no copies of the Originals." Tia reprimanded him in an annoyed tone.

How can he call himself a runesmith with such a lack of knowledge?

"Then...how can he follow the same technique as the Legendary Runesmith?" Albec asked, couldn't believe himself that he was comparing a teacher to that divine being whom every runesmith worships.

But there was proof, and he had seen what Adrian was capable of.

"Hmm...I am not sure how he gained the knowledge that no one has. After all, no one has the complete notes of Sir Avirin." Tia mumbled to herself.

Long silence fell in the room as everyone started to think of the possibilities. How can a person be so perfect in runesmithing that he was being compared to Avirin?

"Albec...you said he denied the offer to join the Tower, right?" Tia suddenly asked.

Albec nodded, "Yes...he likes to teach, so he won't join the Tower."

Tia hummed before telling him, "Prepare the Teleportation portal for me. I will go meet him today."

"Heh? But why?" Mark asked in surprise.

Tia grinned, "I have a few doubts...and if he is really a god gifted genius, then he will not only shatter my expectations but also will break all my beliefs."

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A/N:- Ayo, chill lady.

Thanks for reading.