Harry had only agreed to her demand because Asuna had vouched for the other girl.
The tools, daggers, dirks, armor, and shield she made with the materials he had collected were some of the best Harry had ever owned in the game and not only were they of high quality with excellent Battle Stats, they were beautiful in their simplicity. They were so good that he refused to use the services of another blacksmith. It helped that Lisbeth didn't mother Harry like Asuna did but she did treat him like he was her little brother whenever she tagged along on one of his Dungeon hunting expeditions. She was especially fond of hugging him; much to his mortification.
Lisbeth had been the one to tell him about the Frost Dragon that she and Kirito had faced back on the twenty-fourth of June in the year twenty-twenty-one and she'd tagged along with him when he'd gone to see the creature for himself on his eleventh birthday. She'd tried to talk him out of fighting the creature because of how strong it was but by that time Harry had already faced five other dragons and taken them out. Harry had simply smiled at her and told her that he knew what he was doing before he led her to a sheltered area where she wouldn't get caught up in the battle while mentally preparing for the fight.
He'd developed a special set of traps to deal with any dragons he faced using the diamond wire he'd discovered in a store on floor thirty-five to make intricate nets that would ground the flying Monsters; making them easier to fight. His secret to slaying the powerful Monsters, however, lay in his magic, which he'd discovered around October of the year twenty-twenty and he had spent several months mastering the various 'spells' he had discovered through trial and error. He could call down lightning; use the four basic elements to form attacks (fire, water, wind, and earth); command the light, the shadows, and electricity (not to be confused with his lightning attacks); create semi-transparent shields; enhance his dirk with any of the elements; and Teleport anywhere within the game without relying upon the Teleport Crystals like the other Players.
He still wasn't aware that it was his magic that he was using (as opposed to some special Skill the game had gifted him) and he still had no idea that it was his magic that helped his soul to interact with the game but that was to be expected since his aunt and uncle had consistently and frequently told him that there was no such thing as magic. Despite that, Harry still believed that magic existed; though not in the same sense that most magicals believed that magic existed. To him, the game world he'd been trapped inside of was magic; the magic wonder of incredible technological advances that he'd never imagined existed until he'd stolen Dudley's computer and gaming equipment out of the trash.
The battle had lasted two hours (his shortest dragon fight yet) and he'd earned his strongest dragon scales yet (one of which would be made into a shield), a pair of fangs, several claws, and something called the Dragon's Heart. The Heart would go into his special collection of strange treasures along with the two Dragon's Eyes he'd collected (one each from the Mossy Wyvern and the Sandy Wyvern), the Dragon's Tail (from the Shady Wyvern), the Dragon's Tongue (from the Flame Dragon), and the Dragon's Wings (from the Spark Dragon).
Two months after facing the Frost Dragon, he'd pick up Dragon's Skin from the Water Dragon (the seventh and final dragon he'd face in the game), though he still had no clue what the Items were intended to do and liked to believe that they were the source of his magic (since he'd only discovered his Magic Skill after he'd faced his third wyvern – not counting the lighting that had been called down during that first battle).
The eleven year old was brought back to the present by the enthusiastic greeting Klein gave him when the twenty-six year old saw him tagging along behind Agil. Harry wriggled and laughed as the somewhat immature man tickled him and gave him a noogie before tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of grain as he greeted Agil next. Pushing up so he was no longer dangling upside down, Harry smiled and waved at the other five members of the Fuurinkazan (Klein's Guild) standing behind the man; all five of whom he knew through Klein, though he'd never gotten very close to any of them and they weren't on his Friend List.
Eventually, Harry was set back down on his feet as the two adults began talking about the plans for facing the Boss Monster up on the seventy-fifth floor; Agil partying up with Klein and his Guild for the attack. Harry normally partied up with Agil whenever they entered a Dungeon together but the man had been selected to lead a number of the smaller Guilds during the battle. Harry refused to form a Party with anyone outside of his five friends because they were the only ones that were aware of his status of an Indefinable Immortal Object; something all Party Members that were of a higher level than him would be able to see the moment he joined a Party (or Guild).
That was his main reason for not taking clients into the Dungeons like he had prior to his metamorphosis (aside from Asuna or Lisbeth but they were more than just simple clients, they were his friends).
This would be Harry's third time participating in a floor Boss fight; the two previous ones had taken place on the forty-first and fifty-sixth floors. Both of the previous fights had been difficult and he'd mostly stayed out of the way and used his traps when he could to distract the Boss Monster while the others attacked it. Most of the adults that had been present for those fights had complained about him tagging along prior to the start of the battle (more than a few of them had also grown angry with Agil because the merchant warrior had brought Harry with him). They had apologized after the battles to both Harry and Agil after seeing first hand what Harry was capable of doing with his traps.
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