Episode. 41 Best swords among famous swords (2)
“The sword… … Do you want me to join you?”
Hurkeum’s face hardened.
The tip of a trembling hand pointed to the white ear.
“With this sword, the ‘famous sword among famous swords’?”
I nodded.
“Puhahahaha!”
A terrifying laugh escaped from Hurkeum’s mouth.
It was as if the world was absurd.
“Human, do you know what you are talking about? This is no different from asking for gold bars to be mixed with miscellaneous iron.”
“I don’t think Baekgwi’s sword is at the level of iron.”
“okay. In terms of the sword’s performance alone, the sword is a ‘remarkably good weapon’. But there is a mixture of madness and madness. It is serious enough.”
They grasped the identity of Baek-Gwi at a glance.
A ghost sword that holds the commanding officer of the Demon Realm.
‘Certainly, asking for a holy sword and a monster like this to be combined would be difficult to understand.’
I also understood Hurkeum’s feelings.
However, this was the best way to deal with the awkward bump called Calgos’s soul.
“Even the Dwarf Chief, who is called a master, must have some things he is not confident about.”
“It’s not that I’m not confident. It’s just a job that will only do harm if you do it. I don’t do anything stupid like that.”
“It is useless.”
I got up from my chair and walked towards Hurkeum.
“Hurukeum, how much do you know about your tribal legends?”
“… … I don’t know the details. Except that our distant ancestors smelted the sword with light.”
“It’s a story that we don’t know who handled the sword and what they did.”
I looked around the crowd once and continued.
“The name of that sword is Tempest. The holy sword used by the tenth hero chosen by Hor. You White Anvil tribe received Hor’s revelation and forged that sword.”
“what… … ?”
“And just now, I had a conversation with the spirit of the warrior imprisoned within the Tempest.”
The dwarves’ eyes widened.
If it was normal, they would have been angry at what bullsh*t, but now the power of faith, which has increased considerably, was enough to make them feel trust.
“That hero is one of the heroes of the Holy Demon War, which took place a thousand years ago.”
I gave a brief account of Albert Pighius.
How he formed a relationship with the White Anvil tribe, and what kind of end he met.
“therefore… … Does that mean that the enemy of the hero is imprisoned in that sword called Hundred Ghosts!”
“okay. Wouldn’t it be nice to appease the hero’s soul?”
I quickly dried my face in succession.
The eyes of the dwarves focused on him as he pondered for a long time.
He hurriedly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, a strong determination hovered inside him.
“… … Human, you must definitely help. I can’t see with my eyes open that this sword is inferior.”
I smiled.
I was very excited to see what kind of harmony the ghost sword and the holy sword would form.
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Right after the story ended, the Dwarves built a forge not far from the capital.
Indeed, it took only a week to build a decent smithy, as if it were a race of land and iron.
“hehehe. This is our strength.”
“No matter how much you humans fly and crawl, you can’t catch up with us in construction and field work.”
The dwarfs who showed me the scenery of the forge raised their noses.
“Wow, that’s great. So please do some repairs to our Rio castle and build a nice building. You can trust me.”
“Ah! of course! If you don’t trust us, there won’t be a single person you can trust in this world!”
Dwarves tend to have strong pride.
So, if you gently scratch the itchy part from time to time, they were a very crazy tribe.
After flaunting for a while, they quickly settled down and sat down one by one.
“Come on, scatter the light!”
“How long does it take to catch this hammer! My whole body is tickling!”
Following the voices of the impatient Dwarves, I scattered light in the smithy.
“Oh oh!”
The shady demonic spirit quickly retreated, and brilliant faith shook in its place.
Even that was not enough, and the light began to be absorbed by all sorts of field tools, such as the anvil and hammer.
Those who expressed admiration made firm faces.
Blazing-
A fire was lit in the furnace, and the blacksmiths burned their enthusiasm, and the air quickly heated up.
“human.”
Hureukeum held out his hand as he gazed at the scene.
I put a wooden box and a bundle of firewood on top of it.
“We’ll start working on it too.”
The center of the forge, where the largest furnace is located.
Hureukeum sat down on the seat in front of him.
“I know it’s an honor. You are the only Dwarf who used the branches of the World Tree as firewood.”
“joy. You will soon find out who is the glory.”
He piled firewood in the furnace.
His tone was insignificant, but his hand lighting the fire was shaking.
Fire-!
Soon, a small ember picked up the firewood and, to my surprise, began to light a deep blue-green flame.
“Oh, oh oh… … !”
Hurkeum rejoiced like a believer who received a miracle.
However, my brow furrowed.
… … Even though it was hot, it was too hot.
‘I can see why the dwarves are crazy about the World Tree.’
While I briefly swallowed my admiration, Hurkeum took out the Tempest.
The hands examining the rusty blade were very careful.
I also untied the vines of the wooden box and took out a white ghost.
“I will melt both swords at once. I plan to make a new sword hilt.”
“okay.”
“Is there any shape you want? Now that this has happened, I will do my best to meet your needs.”
Surprisingly, the service is good.
I replied, injecting plenty of faith into the turquoise flame.
“The will of Hor will be with you. You can just do as you please.”
“I like how simple it is.”
Hurkeum stretched out his hand toward the furnace.
He nodded as if he was satisfied with something and picked up the two swords with pincers.
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Among them, I focused my gaze on Baek-Gwi.
Calgos is hiding in the pure white blade.
How is he feeling now?
‘Get stuck in a pit of fire.’
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The air in the forge was very hot.
The enthusiasm of the Dwarves who had picked up the hammer for the first time in a long time was unmatched.
Caang, Caang-!
The resounding sound of a hammer.
The cries of the newly born iron did not stop.
Among them, Hureukm was just staring at the divine flame with his eyes wide open.
‘It doesn’t melt easily.’
It was such a high temperature that it seemed like my whole body would melt at any moment, but the two swords that were stuck in it didn’t think about melting at all.
“her… … Aside from the Holy Sword, what the hell is that ghost sword? If it’s a ‘fairly good’ level sword, it won’t be able to withstand this heat.”
“I told you. It is said that the hero’s enemy is hidden inside. It is not enough to dismiss it as a ‘magic sword’ with that alone.”
Richard burst into laughter at Richard’s calm reply.
I thought it was mixing iron with gold bars.
But now that I see it, that wasn’t the case.
“Combine the holy sword and the demon sword to make a more powerful sword. It’s perfect for a new legend!”
The aspiration to recreate the legend has already been forgotten.
Now, only the grand wish to surpass that legend remained.
Caang, Caang-!
The center of the forge seemed to be in bubbling lava.
It took a long time to endure the heat that evaporated before the sweat formed.
The two red-hot sword bodies began to melt little by little.
rumble-,
Molten iron flowed through the pipes connected to the furnace.
Curiously, the molten iron felt both divine and vicious energy at the same time.
And Richard didn’t miss it.
Dig-!
As molten iron pooled in the mold, the light emitted by Richard struck down the vicious energy.
After all the blades melted and became one, it was Hureukeum’s turn to step out.
Kaaang-!
He grabbed the hammer and started to strike.
A beautiful sound rang out at once with each hammering.
It was a song of iron, distinctly different from that of other dwarves.
The ears of the dwarves, each of whom were engrossed in their work, pricked up.
‘This… … It’s not my original skill.’
A question popped up in Hurkeum’s eyes as he struck the hammer like he was possessed.
Then, the joy filled me.
The realm of a god beyond that of a master.
This experience was like a blessing for a blacksmith.
Caang-!
A holy light exploded with one hammer strike.
A haze rose over his body, his muscles twitching.
『The Divine Interference of Hurkeum.』
Richard, with his back on his back, just stood there in silence.
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“I have already heard the full story of the incident.”
“… … father.”
After the Plague War ended.
Alan Marx immediately returned to his hometown.
It was Alan’s father, Bapel Marx, who called as if he had been waiting for him.
Bafel’s benevolent eyes turned to Alan.
“I heard you did a great job.”
“… … that.”
“The idiots of the North Continent got down on their knees and asked for help.”
aww-
Alan bit his tongue.
A bitter feeling swirled in his chest.
“Isn’t it… … ?”
The look of the father who asked with his head tilted was even more disgusting than that.
The wizards who reported glorifying their exploits.
A father who pretends to believe even though he knows it is a lie.
Didn’t like all of them.
“Thanks to you, I have a good cause, son.”
“Justification, you mean?”
“okay. Justification for destroying the ridiculous kingdom of the Northern Continent’s shield!”
Alan’s face hardened.
He knew what his father wanted.
War.
‘Not yet… … no.’
All Alan wants is peace.
Peace without noise, under absolute power.
However, the war that will happen right now only brings sacrifices between each other.
“father. It’s too soon. Just because the power of Baren has weakened, it does not mean that the power of the North Continent has weakened.”
“… … That sounds like saying I’m afraid of the North Continent. Is that right?”
Bapel’s voice lowered.
The gaze, which had a benevolent light, also lost its sharpness.
However, Alan was also possessed of a temper no less than him.
Koogoo Palace-
The stronghold of the head family trembled.
At some point, magic began to swirl between the rich and the poor.
‘War must be prevented.’
Alan recalled Richard and the troops at Rio Castle.
Reluctantly, they were Hor’s followers too.
If the Marx family starts a war, the beings that will be swept away by the power of Bapel.
If that happened, it was obvious that Hor would be sad.
“… … son I know what you’re worried about.”
At that time, Bafel withdrew his mana with a sigh.
The expression on my son’s face softened again.
“Admit it. The North Continent, including Battenberg, is not an easy opponent. It will be difficult to predict a win or loss.”
“… … .”
“But it is. That is now a thing of the past.”
Bapel has arrived.
Alan took a step backwards involuntarily.
It was unavoidable.
A very uneasy atmosphere flowed from Bapel.
“This father has been chosen by God!”