117 – Lines and loops
Siron could boast that he had practiced reincarnation swordsmanship more passionately than anyone else, even to the point of obsession, but he was not so mentally ill that he knew every single secret story surrounding a single piece of equipment.
Therefore, Siron did not even know why Atmos had the nickname ‘Blacksmith Knocking on the Stars’.
Until I saw the creation process with my own eyes, I had no idea why Sirius and other holy swords had the grandiose reputation of being swords that created stars.
‘I never thought it would be made from a meteorite and called a holy sword.’
A desert quite far from the blacksmith shop.
Siron stared intently at the rock in his hand. Unlike ordinary stones, a meteorite has a smooth appearance, as if it had been melted and solidified again. It was a by-product of Dolby’s meteor magic.
Siron, who had put hundreds of stones in his arms, turned around and headed toward the blacksmith shop.
“What kind of magic tool is this?”
“Magic tool?”
“Big rocks kept getting into your clothes.”
Dolbi, sitting on Siron’s shoulder, spoke with curious eyes. Although he didn’t even have the strength to flap his wings due to using 9-star magic in succession, he was very curious about the actions of Siron, who was considered a magician.
However, Siron could not sympathize with why her curiosity arose.
Neither Lucia, Siriel, nor even Bertha said anything as Siron put things in and took them out. Even though magic tools for storing items are not common in this world, they do exist, so I even felt the thought of ‘now it’s time to come.’
However, revealing the ‘save’ ability is another matter. Since it was too troublesome to make him understand, Siron lifted up the inside of the priest’s uniform and showed it to him.
“This is a rosary with the ‘storage’ enchantment. It is a very expensive magic tool that is difficult to find even in Lucerne.”
“…really?”
“okay.”
Siron nodded to the fairy whose eyes sparkled like a child. However, there was nothing childlike about the words that followed.
“lie.”
The one-eyed fairy smiled. There was a strange light in the only one left eye.
“I can’t feel anything there. It’s an ordinary rosario with no mana circuits engraved on it, and no magic stone that acts as a driving shaft.”
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“…”
“Why are you lying? Is there any reason you can’t reveal? Or, I’m not fooling you.”
he’s a funny man
“her…”
Shiron laughed in amazement. It wasn’t just that she was taken aback, it was because her attitude was so outspoken.
‘what? suddenly?’
Shiron narrowed her eyes and glanced at Dolby.
It had been less than a week since they had spoken to each other, but Siron felt embarrassed by her attitude of judging people and looking down on them.
so,
Siron grabbed the stone rain sitting on his shoulder and threw it down. It was thrown so hard that Dolby’s head was buried in the sand pit. Siron admired the raised buttocks and then hurried his steps again.
“Wait! Don’t leave!”
Ugh, you damn bastard, why did you do that when you said you were going to bow down in no time? Siron patted Dolby’s shoulder where he was sitting. He heard a buzzing sound behind him, but he had no intention of lending his shoulder to a fairy who had no sense of manners.
Dolby ran along Siron’s back as he walked away.
The height difference between fairies and humans is about ten times. Even more so, Shiron’s legs were long, so the two naturally drifted apart even without running.
“I was wrong! I’m sorry…! I won’t ask!”
apologies and promises. At that, Shiron stopped his steps and looked back. Shiron watched the relieved smile on her pale face from a distance.
“Ah, ah!”
width-
At that time, Dolby, who was running, fell over. Is it because I ran with my mana depleted? Her head was spinning, and her eyes were upturned the moment she fell.
“It varies.”
In a sitcom-like situation, Chiron laughed. Then he went over to Dolby and picked her up by the scruff of her neck.
“What are you doing?”
“……Mmm, motion sickness.”
Dolby’s eyes were puffy and he was nauseous. Siron moved her away and waited until she calmed down.
And, when he had waited long enough, Siron’s mouth twitched.
“hey.”
“……Why why?”
Dolby responded awkwardly to the smiling face that was right in front of him. Perhaps throwing it out had an effect, but her attitude was more passive than before scolding her.
“Are you close to me?”
“…no?”
“But why are you trying to look into other people’s circumstances? It’s the same as your secretly looking down attitude from earlier.”
“Yes, because you tricked me? And I’m hundreds of years older than you…”
“I wasn’t asking a question.”
“…”
Dolby covered his mouth with both hands and Shiron stared at her in silence. Suddenly, an old wizard appeared overlapping with the fairy.
‘What. Things that have lived for hundreds of years… ugh, let’s stop.’
Things I wanted to say started to form in my head, but I couldn’t bear to say such nonsense to the person who was going to make me a holy sword.
Siron held back what he wanted to say.
However, that does not mean that Siron did not say anything.
‘if…’
Is this guy a coincidence?
Siron raised the stone monument to eye level.
“From what you’re saying, I can see a magic circuit or something. Is that correct?”
“…that’s right.”
“Then. Take a look at my body too.”
Shiron put down the stone and took off his top.
“and…”
A physical uproar that occurred out of nowhere in the desert. Dolby’s eyes widened as his lean, muscular body caught his eye.
And for a moment, her eyes became narrow as if she had caught something.
“Prien’s child.”
“why.”
“Have you ever held a grudge against anyone?”
“resentment?”
When Siron asked, Dolby made a serious expression and spoke as if he was worried.
“Is it a curse or something that modifies your body while you sleep?”
“…I wonder what I can see.”
“As long as a thread, the blood vessels that should extend to the limbs circle around the heart, circling in the same place…”
Dolby shifted his gaze from the solar plexus to his face. Her small mouth moved as if she wanted to ask something.
“…Can I ask one question?”
“okay.”
Siron nodded. Due to the commotion earlier, Dolby was taught the etiquette of asking for permission before asking anything.
“You can’t use magic… mana at all?”
“okay.”
Short answer. At that, Dolby’s eyes widened again. How can you think of fighting an apostle with a body that can’t even use mana? Even though Prien’s people were designed to possess great power, the fundamental framework was human.
“Can I ask one question too?”
Siron put on his clothes and held the stone monument in his hand.
“I’d like to use some mana, but is there any way to fix this?”
“…Do you know that it is the heart of a dragon?”
“You know. Those are the ingredients for the elixir. Will I be cured if I take the elixir made from the dragon’s heart?”
“no.”
Dolby swallowed his saliva. The hand holding his body was shaking, and I could feel the pressure of how much he was hung up on this situation.
“Mana core implantation. It makes the dragon’s heart beat instead of yours.”
“…It’s a pain in the ass.”
Dolby nodded, looking at Shiron stroking his chin. She also understands Siron’s feelings. In the current situation, it is impossible to save the dragon’s heart, let alone find someone to perform the transplant surgery.
‘If I’m going to do this, should I at least revive the dragon’s corpse?’
As far as she knew, dragons became extinct 500 years ago.
*
The giant’s forge.
“Let me be clear, metallurgical magic is not a cheap skill that can be learned after seeing it once or twice.”
“Uh, I know.”
Siron poured a pile of meteorites into the corner of the blacksmith shop.
[Let’s begin.]
When the Atmos signal was heard, Yuma spewed hot flames at the meteorite pile. In order to shorten the time required to make the holy sword, Yuma stepped in to replace Dolby, who was exhausted.
As hot flames rained down on the meteorite pile, they began to emit colorful lights.
Among the red, green, and randomly colored rocks, Atmos picked up rocks that were particularly bright white with his tongs.
From then on, it was a process of becoming familiar with poetry.
The rock chunks are put into a crusher, and the crushed stone pile is pushed into a huge kiln. After mana was flowed into the blast furnace to separate the impurities, the holy sword was completed through tens of thousands of forging and heat treatments.
‘It lacks fantasy elements.’
Shiron, who was holding the holy sword, ate it with regret. I thought that some kind of magic would capture the mysteries of the universe and extract them from beyond the dimension. That had to be limited to imagination.
However, the appearance of the sword was very unrealistic.
The holy sword Spica was clear and transparent, as if it had been carved entirely from crystal.
Ting-
Even when I flicked it with my hand, the Spica made a clear and refreshing sound, as if its true identity was metal.
‘I got a sword to give to Siriel.’
Siron turned his head and looked at the other side. There Lucia was staring at Sirius with sparkling eyes.
“Do you like it?”
“Uh… I really like it…”
Lucia wiped the saliva leaking from her open mouth.
Is this what it means to form a star? The hand she held was as brilliant as the white sword Siron was holding.
‘Maybe as much as a real holy sword.’
All I could say was that the sword in her hand was as awesome as the holy sword that Yura held out to Kylie, which cut off the devil’s head and became useless and was thrown into the volcano.
It is not just aesthetic formativeness. Lucia felt the sensation of mana being sucked from her palm. The brilliant sword absorbed mana and surrounded its body with sword energy without being conscious of it.
Lucia wanted to quickly test the sword’s performance.
“Shiron. Can I just try it?”
“What are you going to do?”
“Hold out that white sword you’re using. Strike it down.”
“…Are you crazy?”
“Why? You broke two of my swords too, right?”
“Are those cheap swords the same as holy swords?”
“…No matter how I look at it, I don’t think it’s a holy sword.”
“No, it’s not true. No matter what you say, it’s a holy sword.”
After saying that, Siron turned his back and walked away from Lucia. And he wrapped a leather belt around the wide sword, like wrapping paper around a gift box.
‘I hope Siriel likes it too.’
Only after tying and decorating it with a pretty ribbon was Siron able to store Spica.