TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

With a couple days until the materials, he needed to make Frostine’s crown would be procured Marcus went to stay with Mrazivy.

The two of them still had some details to work out and it had been a while since they were able to have some quality time together with no looming crisis on the horizon.

“I think that just about covers everything we need to decide on. Now all that we have to worry about is being ready and showing up at the venue in a few months.” Mrazivy said as she put down the last of the documents they needed to go over for their engagement party.

“Whew, I am glad that is done. As much as enjoy spending time with you, going over all these items was starting to get monotonous.” Marcus said with a sigh of relief.

“But now that we are free what do you want to do? The last message we got said that the last item for your sister’s crown would be here in six hours, so we have until then.” Marcus said.

Mrazivy sat there contemplatively for a few moments before smiling at Marcus, having decided what to do.

“How about we go another round. I am still getting used to it.” She said with an enthusiastic smile.

Marcus on the other hand was not as excited as her, but relented since it was what she wanted to do._.

“Sure, but I think we should try and be a bit restrained this time. Yesterday we really recked the place.”

However, Mrazivy just shook her head, pushing her way through.

“No, it will be fine. It will not mean as much if we are holding ourselves back. Things like this need to be done the best that we can.”

Seeing Mrazivy so excited, Marcus could only shrug his shoulder and send out a silent apology to those that were going to have to clean up after them.

BOOM!

The ground shock and cracked as Mrazivy slammed into it as Marcus narrowly avoided the slash of her sword.

“You cannot run away forever!” Mrazivy shouted out towards Marcus as he took evasive action.

She pursued him with all the speed and ferocity of a dragon, and her new amethros saber gleamed with mana as she swung it.

A huge burst of her mana went flying towards Marcus and he had to stop and take it head on with his scythe.

‘Heavy!’ He thought as he blocked it.

He had already been on the receiving end of Mrazivy’s attacks, but there was no doubt that with her knew weapon she hit much harder.

Still, Marcus had higher stats and level right now and was able to push the attack aside with a bit of effort.

The two of them continued to clash for hours as Mrazivy got used to her new sword and Marcus practiced with his heavily increased stats from his recent mass level up.

Eventually there sparing match came to an end when it was time for Marcus to get to work on Frostine’s crown, but they would not have been able to go much longer anyway with Mrazivy being nearly completely worn out.

“Damn, your leveling up has put you far ahead of me.” Mrazivy said as she bent over while breathing heavily from the exertion.

She had come at Marcus with pretty much everything she had, and while she pushed him to use one of his embodiment unique skills, once that was active, he managed to overpower her.

“It is only temporary. I know you will catch back up to me in no time. You always put in a lot of effort when you have a goal to reach.” Marcus aid to encourage Mrazivy.

Luckily her days of feeling down about her weakness were long gone, and she gave Marcus a bright smile, and said, “You bet I will. Soon I will have you sweating during our matches.”

After that the two of them went back to Mrazivy’s room where they cleaned up and Marcus prepared to head out.

“I will be gone for probably a couple of days at least, but when I am done, I will tell you.” Marcus said while standing in the doorway of Mrazivy’s suit.

“Yeah, try to make it as quick as you can. Who knows when we will get a peaceful time like this for just the two of us again.” Mrazivy said as she pushed up on her toes and kissed Marcus before he left.

The two of them then parted and Marcus made his way back to the castle’s amethros forge where Kalt was waiting for him.

In contrast to last time, now there were a number of crates in the room, and they were filled with the supplies that Marcus was going to use.

However, there was one item that was not among them, and Kalt personally took it out of his item box and laid it down on a table for Marcus to see.

“This is the ingot of amethros you will be using. I am sure you know how valuable it is, so please make sure that you do not use any more than necessary to make Frostine’s crown.”

“No problem. You can count on me. I will be doing my best. I rarely get the chance to work with amethros, so I am more than ready to give this my all.” Marcus said as he picked up the ingot and began examining it.

‘Yep, just like the ones I have, it certainly can suck up mana and the flow is exceptional. Not to mention it is incredibly resilient as expected from the hardest and strongest metal in the world.

Marcus quickly gave it a few taps with a hammer and listened to the melodious ringing from the metal.

“This will do perfectly. I promise to make a crown worthy of the future monarch of Borealia with this.” Marcus said with a stalwart expression.

“That is good to hear. Now I will leave you to it. If I stayed while you were working, I do not doubt that I would be burned to a crisp from the heat.”

With his job completed Kalt hastily left the room and sealed the door behind him in order to let Marcus get started.

‘I guess the first thing I need to do is scale the ingot down. It is a bit too big right now for just a crown.’ Marcus thought.

Quickly he headed over to the furnace and began fueling it with his own mana and a large number of magic cores from high level beast and monsters.

Within around fifteen minutes Marcus had the furnace lit up like the surface of the sun, and the magical formations that kept the heat from escaping and metaling the interior of the room had activated.

‘It has been a while since I last did this, and I almost forgot how hot the flames have to be. And this is still not even close to the level that it will be at once I actually get started.’ Marcus thought as he looked around the red-hot room.

He then took a moment to steel himself, before placing the ingot of amethros into a crimson ore crucible and sticking it into the furnace to begin melting it down.