Magic items are exceedingly rare in Orario, and only those with the development ability of mystery can craft them.
Most of those items are imported from Altena, the country of magic.
Even there, magic items are incredibly scarce and considered priceless.
Otherwise, the mages of the well established Familias would undoubtedly own one or even several.
These adventurers are not short on funds.
However, their physical strength pales in comparison to melee adventurers, making them fragile and vulnerable in combat.
As a result, most mages are long-range fighters, constantly wary of being caught off guard and killed.
If protective magic items were more readily available, then they would undoubtedly equip themselves to the fullest.
Eina had never heard of the kind of magic item Orsted had given her—one that could function with little mana.
It was precisely because she had never encountered such an item that Eina understood its immense value.
Orsted had suddenly gifted her something so precious, and she wasn't sure how to properly thank him.
All she could do was resolve to support Orsted on his path to growth.
As for why she accepted the gift, she wasn't entirely sure.
Perhaps it was because—
'Because I have feelings for Orsted, I instinctively didn't want to refuse this gift.'
Eina murmured softly, carefully tucking the amulet into her collar and keeping it close to her heart.
Meanwhile, Orsted made his way to Miach Familia.
"Hey, Naaza, busy as always?" Orsted greeted as he pushed the door open and walked in, waving to Naaza, who stood behind the counter.
"Welcome, Orsted."
"What kind of potion do you need this time?" Naaza nodded gently and asked with a smile.
"I just got back from the dungeon, so I'm planning to rest for a couple of days. I don't need any new potions for now."
"I came here to discuss something with you," Orsted replied, shaking his head.
"With me?"
"Let me make one thing clear—if you're here to ask me to join you in the Dungeon, forget it," Naaza said, raising a hand defensively.
"No, it's something else," Orsted shook his head again, his gaze shifting to Naaza's prosthetic arm.
Naaza's expression grew slightly uncomfortable as Orsted stared so openly at her disability.
She instinctively covered the prosthetic with her intact arm, her face turning unfriendly.
"Orsted, you're being very rude," Naaza said, her tone sharp.
"Oh, sorry, sorry."
"I'm here because of your arm."
"Naaza, would you like a new arm?" Orsted asked, ignoring her discomfort.
"What did you say?" Naaza frowned, wondering if she'd misheard.
Orsted didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he pulled out the some bottle.
It looked like an ordinary bottle of water, indistinguishable from any other.
This was the Magic Limb Orsted had created.
But this seemingly ordinary liquid was anything but.
When applied to the body, the liquid would actively sense the user's physical condition and generate any missing limbs.
In other words, if Naaza applied this liquid—
"Just pour this liquid on your body, and it will give you a new arm," Orsted explained, gently shaking the bottle.
Naaza's expression shifted from disbelief to astonishment, her breathing quickening.
"Orsted, is this true?" The question didn't come from Naaza but from Miach, who had overheard the conversation from the back room and emerged with a rare look of urgency on his usually calm face.
As Naaza's god, Miach had always treated her like his own child.
He had even spent a fortune to purchase a high-quality prosthetic arm for her.
This expense had contributed to the decline of the Miach Familia from a mid-sized to a small Familia with only Naaza as its member.
If Naaza's arm could truly be restored, Miach was willing to pay any price.
"You'll know once you try it."
"But, Miach, if it works, I'll charge you 1 million valis for it," Orsted said with a confident smile.
Even among friends, clear accounts were necessary. Orsted intended to collect what was owed.
"No problem."
"However, as you can see, the Miach Familia isn't in the best financial state right now. We'll need to pay you back gradually," Miach agreed without hesitation.
"That's fine," Orsted nodded, handing over the item.
Miach quickly took it and passed it to Naaza, who was still in a daze.
"Naaza, give it a try," Miach said gently.
Naaza's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything.
She simply nodded and retreated into the back room.
As Naaza disappeared, Miach turned to Orsted.
After a moment of silence, Miach's warm smile returned.
"Thank you, Orsted."
Regardless of its effectiveness, Miach was deeply grateful to Orsted.
Not just for the potential restoration of Naaza's arm, but for Orsted's kindness and care.
Orsted's concern for Naaza, whether her arm could be healed or not, meant a great deal to him.
In fact, if things continued this way, Naaza might even overcome her psychological trauma and return to being an adventurer.
"No need to thank me," Orsted replied with a smile.
The two then chatted about their respective Familias.
Not long after, Naaza emerged from the room.
But the Naaza who stepped out was different from before.
The sleeve she had always worn to cover her prosthetic arm was gone, replaced by a fully restored arm.
"Thank you, Orsted," Naaza said, her face lit up with a radiant smile, tears glistening in her eyes.
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