Translator: Wan ED/PR: Fan
[It-it broke?]
Russell blinked.
He didn’t expect the sword of this kind to be broken by Hyum’s hands.
Tok.
Bethel urgently closed her visor.
— Latta knew it. Hyum is very strong!
Latta walked up to Hyum and tapped the sword that broke into three pieces.
“I’m the one who ordered this child. Please speak to me.”
Lucion spoke up.
“… Did you say my sword is a stone?”
Jamad looked down at Lucion with an expressionless face.
Looking at his sparse white hair, he seemed to be in his 60s, but thanks to the bear-like build, anyone would unknowingly tremble in fear standing in front of Jamad.
“Were You listening to everything while pretending not to hear anything?”
However, Lucion chuckled as his mask was dyed yellow.
“That’s right. What is a sturdy thing rolling on the ground if not a stone? If that thing was really to be treated as a sword, shouldn’t it be stored well?”
Lucion bowed his head.
“However, I’m truly sorry for putting aside the procedures and breaking the weapon.”
It was a trivial apology, full of sarcasm, but Jamad didn’t show any particular reaction.
“Why did you come here?”
Jamad was still holding a hammer in his hand, and it seemed like he would start swinging it at any moment if his blunt expression was to be trusted.
“I came to get You, Jamad-ssi.”
“…”
Jamad frowned.
“Sure. The bastards like you would need my techniques.”
Lucion burst out laughing.
“Who would do something so foolish? I won’t be able to do it without Jamad-ssi.”
Lucion knew of Jamad’s miserable end.
After Jamad died, his technique wasn’t passed down.
Whether it was because the most important part of the technique was only known to Jamad, or if the technique was leaked, but no one could do it besides Jamad.
That wasn’t particularly important.
From the beginning, Lucion’s goal wasn’t Jamad’s technique but Jamad.
“The sword can’t be completed in the first place without Jamad-ssi, so what dumb bastard is just stealing a technique? I need Jamad-ssi. Not a superficial technique.”
“You expect to get me if you smear your lips with honey? Who knows if you aren’t laughing behind that mask right now?”
But the reaction he got back was cold.
The look Jamad gave Lucion was close to distrust.
“If I just could, I would smear my lips not with honey but gold. But Jamad-ssi, this is more disappointing than I expected.”
Lucion’s mask was dyed black again.
“I thought that Jamad-ssi’s sword would be different from others, but it broke in the end. Was it perhaps the best sword Jamad-ssi could make?”
Lucion pointed to the sword Hyum shattered.
Hyum pressed her lips, while checking Jamad’s expression.
“Or did it just break because it was a failure?”
Bothered by the man’s tone that was getting on his nerves, Jamad fiercely pointed outside.
“Out.”
[I think you scratched him a bit too hard.]
Seeing the expression of the angry Jamad, Russell sighed deeply.
But there was no way that Lucion would be concerned about such things.
“I apologize if I’ve made You angry. It was not my intention to put Jamad-ssi in a bad mood, so I apologize for that, too. I’ll make sure to properly pay for the broken sword.”
Lucion bowed again.
“Ha, I don’t know if your damned head is light, or your lips are light, but your apologetic pleading is perfect.”
Jamad spit out a sneer with a twisted face.
“My subordinate is so powerful there is no weapon she can use. I came to Jamad-ssi hoping You would be able to make one. That’s my second goal.”
Lucion was planning to go after his second goal.
At that moment, a blue thread revealed itself and tied Lucion and Jamad together.
‘Yeah, Jamad and I would have a connection.’
Lucion looked at the blue thread while he sighed through his nostrils.
“Then you’ve made a bad choice. I’m no longer making swords for anyone.”
“Are You perhaps thinking of becoming a knight?”
At Lucion’s random question, Russell finally burst out laughing.
[Puhahaha!]
“… Wha-what did you say?”
Jamad asked, taken aback.
“In this case You must mean you’re making a sword for Yourself, not for others, so for what else would You do with a sword? And since You’re going to wield a sword, can’t You perhaps dream of becoming a knight?”
The man was so goading that he wanted to punch him hard.
“If You’re not a blacksmith, and aren’t going to become a knight, what on earth are You making a sword for? Jamad-ssi would know better than anyone else that a sword is not a decoration.”
Bang!
At that moment, the hammer fell out of Jamad’s hand.
“What… did you just say?”
Jamad asked with a face filled with shock.
At the same time, the blue thread became taut.
“No way, did You think of a sword as a decoration?”
Even when the mask the man was wearing was dyed an unlucky yellow, Jamad stared at the anvil.
It was near its completion.
In just a few more days, he would be able to complete his last work.
“Huhu….”
At the twisted man’s words, Jamad realized what he was doing.
Swords have to be used.
Whatever its shape, the sword is to be used.
If the sword was to become a decoration, could it indeed contain the last of his soul?
Wasn’t the last thing he wanted for it not to be used, for it to be used softly by someone’s hand and become a spectacle for everyone to admire?
The wall that was blocking him crumbled in an instant, and he felt suffocated by the question and flooding doubts.
“Jamad-ssi, about that sword.”
At that moment, the unlucky man spoke up.
“If it’s almost complete, can we swing it just once?”
It seemed that the confusion died down, but how could this man ask so peacefully?
Jamad moved his mouth out of absurdity.
“Try it.”
“Yes, thank You.”
Lucion’s mask was dyed blue.
He clearly received permission.
“Lenteal.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Hyum approached Lucion.
Because there was no reason to be tactful this time, Hyum grabbed the sword and returned to the place where she was standing a moment ago.
“Can I hit the floor?”
Hyum wanted to confirm that her sword could be used not only on people but also on sturdy places.
“Do it.”
After Lucion approved, Hyum swung the sword towards the floor without any more hesitation.
Claang!
The sound was loud, like the floor was hit by an ax.
Crack!
A deep crack appeared on the ground.
Hyum’s eyes opened wide.
The sword didn’t break, but it did bend.
Hyum hid the sword slightly behind her back, and looked at Lucion.
“Puhahaha!”
At that moment, Jamad laughed loudly.
It felt like he was laughing at himself.
“I was so confident! I thought that this sword was perfect!”
‘That’s right. It should have been perfect.’
Lucion was really confused about this situation.
What changed?
[If I was to pick a problem, it would be the ore. Ahem, the sword itself was perfect. Really.]
Russell spoke up like he was covering for Jamad with a shocked face.
‘How could it be? Shouldn’t he use the best ore for his last creation?’
The ore that Jamad used for this last creation was light stone, which was said to be sturdier than obsidian.
“Thanks.”
Jamad stopped laughing and thanked Lucion.
“Why so suddenly?”
Lucion felt his face twist slightly at Jamad’s embarrassing words.
“I couldn’t obtain light stone, so I had no choice but to buy a different ore. I had a very silly thought that with my abilities, the ore wouldn’t matter.”
Jamad’s eyes looked brighter than when they first saw him.
It was a gaze like he had realized something.
But he had to verify why he couldn’t obtain light stone rather than Jamad’s change.
“… Were there problems?”
“Well. I heard the news that all trade was suddenly halted. I somehow got money, but couldn’t get the item… Right, from what I heard that place was dealing with Count Roberio?”
‘Count Roberio?’
Lucion suddenly became all ears.
It seemed that Roberio was one of the people who owned the mines, so they quickly closed their doors because he was tied up with a warlock.
‘The flow… has changed.’
In the case he couldn’t persuade Jamad, however he made his last sword, Heint would put his hands on it.
A sword made not from a light stone, but a different ore.
“Okay, how much will you give me?”
Jamad pointed to himself and asked.
Now he was coming?
Lucion spoke, dumbfounded.
“Didn’t You say that You’ve stopped making swords for others?”
“When you grow old, your memory gets worse.”
Jamad slyly replied.
“Moreover, I like those unlucky words of yours. To the point I really just feel you need the sword I made. It’s much better than those fox-like things.”
“Thank You. I’ll try not to be more unlucky.”
Jamad laughed loudly at the twisted words.
“What’s more, this matter greatly hurt my pride. I can’t close my eyes like this.”
“Didn’t You act like You’d reached the end of Your life a moment ago?”
“I was reborn. I thought there was no sense in anything, but now I’m pissed, so what? This old man can’t leave like this, because of those damn punks. Thanks to you, I got a vice to make a sword before I die.”
Jamad stretched out his hand.
“If you’ve heard of my name, you know how famous I am, right?”
“You were reborn, so Jamad-ssi is just Blacksmith Jamad-ssi.”
Lucion completely turned Jamad’s words around.
Whether Jamad made a flustered expression or not, Lucion said his thing.
“Start with a weapon that Lenteal can use, and decide the price. A great sword would be good for a first weapon.”
“I see…”
Chink.
In case Jamad was about to change his tune, Lucion took out a money pouch and handed it to Jamad.
Jamad stealthily opened the pouch.
He immediately let out an ‘aagh’ sound.
“I can’t personally buy ore right now, so it seems that Jamad-ssi will have to purchase it through the trade partners You know. This money is for it. I wish you would contact me immediately when you make the great sword.”
Lucion then handed him an additional contact item.
“I’ll try to get the time as quickly as possible. Ah, by the way, I’m a warlock.”
“Jamad, who just became a blacksmith.”
Jamad put the things he received from Lucion on the ground for a moment and stretched out his hand towards Lucion.
‘Did he not hear properly?’
Lucion introduced himself again.
“I’m a warlock.”
“And I’m Jamad, who just became a blacksmith.”
But Jamad’s attitude didn’t change.
Lucion didn’t speak for a few seconds, and then his mask was dyed blue.
“Yes, I’ll be in Your care. Call me Hamel.”
“Hamel? That’s a name that doesn’t quite suit you, but anyway, I’ll be in your care.”
Jamad smiled wide, showing his teeth.
Together with the energetic smile, the blue thread was cut.
Snap.
‘Now the sword that was Jamad’s last work, which Heint put hands on and cut me dead in the novel with, is gone.’
Lucion was very happy, knowing what the cutting of the blue thread meant.
***
Clop, clop.
Amidst the sound of regular horse steps, Lucion blankly looked at his hand.
“… There are such people too.”
Jamad was different from his time with Krone.
Even if he didn’t trouble himself, with Jamad’s skills, anyone would try to take him in.
[Right, he is the first.]
Even Russell was making a half-stupefied face.
[Good person gives life to good swords. Aren’t you excited, Hyum?]
Bethel smiled, pleased.
“Yes, I’m excited. The sword made by Jamad-nim was the first one that didn’t break.”
Hyum recalled the sensation of swinging the sword, and her insides tickled.
After getting in control of her body, she enjoyed every moment.
Shouldn’t she feel happy right now?
[But can you really bring in two artisans in one day?]
Russell looked at the sky, where the sun was still up, and asked. Lucion nodded.
“For sure. Because I have to return home before the sun sets.”
He was certain he could coax two artisans today.
As the next artisan was extremely easy if compared to Jamad.
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