Marina went over and hugged Greg from behind. "Oh, my beloved Greg~ do you want to know something funny?"

"What?" Greg asked, sounding tired.

"You made love into an item. That's somehow more dangerous than real weapons."

"What does that mean?"

Marina said, "Because weapons are easy, they hurt people. You know what they do. But what about these gloves?"

"You care so much that you can't do anything. They make love feel like a jail, and that's a lot scarier than a sword."

Greg thought about it. "I really need to figure out why my peaceful things keep becoming problems to the point that they cause some chaos."

"It's because you care too much," Lylia said in a soft voice. "You put so much thought and care into everything you create that it comes across as overwhelming love."

"The gloves were fine. It felt like they were you, but they were things."

"That's too bad."

Elwen said, "Nope, not at all! In fact, that's pretty."

"It's sad but beautiful," Seraphine said as a compromise.

That night, the Brotherhood ate dinner and talked about the day's chaos at the main table in the workshop. The gloves were safely put away, the village was back to normal, and everyone had promised not to discuss the time they all tried to build Donetta a safe place to live.

Felix said, "I have a question," with a mouthful of stew. "What if someone uses both at the same time? The gloves make people too protective, and the tea kettle makes people too calm."

Everyone looked at him.

Greg said, "Don't even joke or think about that for a second because I can't imagine putting all that chaos into one."

"I'm not kidding! I'm really interested! Would they cancel each other out? Or would they come together to make something worse?"

"We're never going to find that out," Marina said firmly. "That place will always be locked."

"But what if..."

Greg immediately shouted, "IT WILL BE LOCKED FOREVER, FELIX!"

"Okay, okay! I was just asking!"

Bork cleared his throat. "Boss, you still haven't finished making those fence posts for Thomas."

Greg groaned and put his hands over his face. "Fucking hell... I forgot all about Thomas's needs."

Marina said, "You've been too busy making things that aren't allowed. It's okay. I'm sure Thomas gets it."

Greg said, "Thomas's fence has been broken for three weeks. His chickens keep getting out."

"Then you should probably make something to keep the chickens from getting out," Donetta said.

Everyone yelled, "NO!"

"I'm not making anything for chickens!" Greg said. "Last thing I need is a bunch of SSS-ranked chickens running around the village!"

Felix said, "That would be funny."

"It wouldn't be funny."

"It would be kind of funny."

"It wouldn't be funny at all!"

Marina kissed Greg on the cheek as she leaned over. "Come on, let's finish those fence posts before you make wood that can think or something."

Greg said, "Wood can't be sentient."

"You made a spoon that roasts a lot of people and boots that make you dance. At this point, anything is possible."

Greg couldn't disagree with that line of thought. They spent the rest of the night working on Thomas's fence posts. These posts were just regular fence posts that didn't come to life, rate the quality of the ground they were stuck in, or make anyone dance when they lied.

They were only fence posts. Fence posts that are simple, boring, and work perfectly.

When they brought them the next day, Thomas said, "These are nice and very strong fence posts with good weight as well! Is there not a single magical property in these fence posts?"

Greg said, "None."

"Not glowing? No humming? Are you not forming any opinions about how I farm?"

"It's just a goddamn normal post, Thomas. No need to worry about that because Elwen and Bork are the ones that make it, I only directing them on how to make it."

Thomas looked like he was going to be sad. "Huh. That's kind of a letdown, actually."

Marina laughed. "Did you want magical fence posts?"

"Well, not exactly wanted," Thomas said. "But I'm used to Greg's stuff being intriguing. These are just... normal and boring posts."

Greg said, "Sometimes boring is good."

"Said by the man that made weapons of love," Marina said under her breath.

Greg thought about the gloves that were next to the tea kettle in the cellar as they walked back to the workshop. The two SSS-ranked items, both intended to aid people, are too dangerous to use.

Maybe Marina was correct. It could be that using positive feelings as tools was more dangerous than real weapons.

At least with a weapon, you knew what you were getting. However, with the gloves, the overwhelming love you received eventually became suffocating.

"Seems like you're thinking too much about it," Marina said as she squeezed his hand.

"I'm thinking the right amount."

"You're putting too much thought into how much you should think."

"That doesn't make sense."

Marina said with a smile, "Welcome to my world."

When they got to the workshop, they saw that someone had left a note on the door. Greg picked it up and read it. His face went from curious to resigned.

"What is it?" Marina asked.

Greg said, "It's from the Adventurers Guild. They want to hire me to make gear that will keep them safe on a dungeon expedition."

"Please tell me you're going to say no."

"I'm going to say no."

"Thank God."

"I'll say no because the last time I made protective gear, it made everyone too protective of each other."

"That's a good reason."

"And also I don't want—"

Marina covers his mouth. "The past is in the past, okay...? No need to bring that up again."

Greg nodded. "Okay... I'm sorry."

Greg crumpled the note up and threw it away. "No more commissions for a while."

"I'm going to concentrate on making things that are normal. Things that are boring, and things that don't make people feel or think, or dance."

"How long do you think that will last?" Marina asked.

"Maybe a week."

"I'll give you three days."

"You don't trust me."

Marina said, "I have complete faith in you and believe that you will make something silly in less than seventy-two hours."

Greg didn't tell her she was mistaken, though. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her in front of the workshop, where everyone could see.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," Marina said. "And you didn't even need magic gloves to make me feel that way."

"That's because I'm naturally charming."

"You don't know it, but you're naturally charming."

"I'll take it."

When they went inside, they found the Brotherhood already planning dinner and arguing about what Lylia should make and whether Felix should be allowed to eat dessert after what happened last time. It was loud, messy, and just right.

Some of Greg's items might be banned, and his creations might make people in the village have emotional breakdowns, but this found family and their crazy dynamics were just what he needed to find peace. Even if that peace meant putting SSS-ranked love weapons in the basement from time to time.

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