Cutpurse

Waylon Casce isn't exactly an expert in much of anything, but even he knows that daggers aren't supposed to talk. So why is his new blade espousing the virtues of the rule of three while implying that he should slit someone's throat? After turning eighteen, Waylon is sent off to the city of Attern to apprentice under an actual alchemist, instead of his hardass of an uncle. If anyone were to ask, all he got in return was a pat on the back and a journal to sort out his thoughts before he left. In reality? His best friend Harlow, who quickly became his worst friend after indirectly getting him into this mess, 'gifted' him what must've been a stolen droplet of condensed mana right before he left. While they're nothing too valuable to anyone that isn't completely broke, his problems start with the fact it's disappeared not an hour after he got it. Shortly after, his bargain bin blade starts talking. The Cutting Wit, Wit for short, clearly isn't the sharpest tool in the shed... but Waylon's desperate for company, and hardly in a position to turn away help. He really should've. Cover art is by my good friend CrazyAceKing. Love you to bits.