(The new sword that Bell will be using is called a Maxmillian sword which is an inspiration by the examples of smaller zweihanders with one change of detail)
Bell manage to convince the smith to let him borrow the forge. During his Orario days he watched Welf forged weapons and armor for the Hestia Familia in his free time. He wasn't entirely sure if he can make a perfect sword but it is worth a try.
Bell wore an apron, a brown sleeveless tunic, and black trousers and began his work. Using the mithril ores he got from his travels in the ruined village he found. he heated them up in a metal pot until it is in hot liquid form. He casted down in a Maximilian frame and waited for it to cool to cool.
He used a pair tongs to take it out of the frame and brought it on a anvil. Before he hammered it, Bell looked around to see if anyone is watching. Knowing that the coast is clear, he took out a knife and his left hand begins to spark with electricity. He cut his palm and let the electrified blood drip down to the uncompleted sword.
Bell's blood sizzled on the surface and the sword coursed with white lightning. He bandaged his hand and hammered the sword. With each hit with the hammer, small lightning briefly sparked out.
After he brought the final swing. Bell dipped in a bucket of water to cool it. He took it and began to sharpen it. He then assembled it with a platinum cross-guard, a black leather two handed grip, and an eagle head pommel as the finishing touch.
The half blood looked at his new jet-black sword with admiration. The color reminded him of the knife he once used. He sighed bitterly at the thought.
'No, I don't need that piece of garbage anyway!'
Bell put his new sword away and took out some of the platinum ores. He planned to make an armguard and use the left-overs to buy a new set of armor and a new sheath.
He was about to put the sword away only for it to disappear in flash of lightning. Bell yelped in surprised and wondered where his new sword went.
He looked at his palm and to his surprise a bolt of lightning erupated from his hand. The bolt took shape in to his sword.
"Wow." He marveled.
With the new trick he discovered he won't needing a sheathed for now on. He decided to call his new sword the Maximillian Thuder.
Elsewhere
"I still don't know how you did it my Lord Czernobog without using you arcanum."
"How many times have I told you Vlad," The God named Czernobog said. "knowledge is real power."
The man named Vlad was standing next to his patron who has gray long hair, dark skin,yellow eyes , wearing a pair of glasses, and a lab coat.
"The blood sample you collected was only enough to make two," Czernobog sighed. "The next time you track down the son of Zeus catch him and if you can't then kill him and bring his body to me for... further research."
Vlad saluted. "Yes my lord."
They were standing infront two large glass tubes contained with water. Inside both of them are two white haired girl and a boy that resembled Bell Cranel. Both were atleast 8 years old and were wearing masks with cords attached to it giving them oxygen as they slept.
On those tubes are labeled
'Project Ragnarok: Cranel twins'
