Chapter 1213 – Exhibition
Good. It works.
I clenched my fists in delight at the dramatic response.
Even among the dwarves who were born producers, the super-name Sir Kaynes and Frenen almost fainted beyond admiration, so I didn’t doubt that it would be eaten by the judges, but I didn’t expect it to be to this extent.
Apparently, the dwarves have something that only they can feel when they see my sword.
Seize this opportunity Let’s engrave Heston’s name on it for the upcoming quest, The Name of a Lost God.
“Dae, the goddess of the forge? A sword forged by a god?”
I shrugged my shoulders at the face asking if I was sane.
“Why? Then does it make sense that the madman Nanar chose me as the sword of mad flames?”
“That, that’s…”
Dadara looked down at the sword in his hand.
Soon, his hands trembled.
“The more you look, the more you admire. I never thought there would be a blacksmith who could handle this metal so freely…”
“I-I’ll see you too!”
“Me too!”
The judges, as well as the surrounding Dwarves, tried to come in droves.
The escorts calmed the crowd, but the escorts were also glancing at the sword.
The connoisseurs were now whispering frantically around the Binggrae sword among themselves.
“It’s incredible strength. It seems to be much harder than the original strength of Rokukuru’s iron! It won’t break!”
“On the other hand, you’ve made the repairs easy. How the hell did you do this…”
“Mana. Ki. Ryunar. Elemental power? Ha. Any energy in the world can be maximized.”
Listening to you, it’s an exclamation.
Among them, the leader, Dadara, even shed tears.
“…In my whole life. I’ve never seen a masterpiece like this. This sword is made to grow with its owner. Also. It recognizes its owner.”
Dadara glanced at me, saying that he probably wouldn’t be able to handle it properly unless he was the owner.
And I glanced at the mold mold.
The bitch had his face set to stone at the strange turn of events before cautiously stepping out.
“Hey everyone~ Is that sword really that great?”
“Everything is great!”
Dadara shouted almost in anger.
Red-faced, he explained with a shotgun how highly skilled this sword had been polished.
Everyone looked puzzled as if I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t understand a single word, but they were overwhelmed by the momentum.
…Except for mold mold.
In the first place. She didn’t seem to be curious about whether my sword was really something great.
“This is what should be called a miracle!”
“Ah. That’s right. Certainly. Performance seems to be the best.”
Mold Mold smiled meaningfully.
“But Dadara-sama. It’s definitely a great sword. A sword forged by the goddess of the forge. Isn’t it too basic?”
Root.
The exhibition does not only look at performance.
Look at the history and narrative contained in the object.
Mold Mold is not a thing to win because it does not have the black tradition unlike the first Hest’s thing, even harming his usual lively and polite image. Is saying
Dadara looked down at me and looked at me after he shut his mouth.
“Flame. Where did you get this sword?”
“God forged it himself. Um… It’s been less than a year.”
“Uh, umm…!!”
Dadara was immersed in her troubles.
It is obviously an overwhelming object, but the source is unclear, and there is no narrative.
A smile formed on Mold Mold’s lips.
She looked at me sneeringly with her narrowed eyes.
But you Wipe the cold sweat from your cheeks.
Are you scared?
I grinned. That bitch brushed her mouth first, so I’ll brush her too.
“Ummm. But it’s so strange.”
“? What do you mean?”
“Are you saying you don’t know the forge goddess?”
At my words, the dwarves all made puzzled faces.
“That… Mad flame. Excuse me, but our god is only the dwarven god, Rokukuru.”
“Really? But the goddess of the forge who forged the sword is said to have a deep relationship with all the Dwarves… Or, isn’t it forgotten in your history?”
“It’s a guess.”
Mold Mold quickly tried to refute, but the Dwarves seemed convinced.
A certain energy felt from this sword was convincing my words without logic.
One hesitant appraiser asked Dadara.
“…What shall we do? Giant.”
“What do you think?”
“Personally, I think this god-forged sword is suitable for winning. Exhibitions are important for tradition and narrative, but isn’t the future just as important?”
Then another appraiser looked at me and opened his mouth.
“…In terms of value, I still think the original Hest’s Hammer is a winning item.”
Everyone looked at him, and he continued to speak.
“It’s an astonishing sword, but as expected the origin is unknown… Uh, uh… But this power…”
A dwarf who stopped talking and stared at the sword body as if possessed by it.
Reason tells me to choose the weapon left by the first Hest, but emotion seems inevitably attracted to my sword.
…Hmm.
It seems that this has been confirmed.
There was no way the dwarves would be attracted to this much for nothing.
At least the humans, the strangers, thought my sword was a great sword, but they didn’t react like this.
Although my sword was forged by Heston himself, which makes it even more special. The weapons of the other strangers were also objects imbued with the power of God.
Only dwarves have this kind of reaction, Heston is probably…
“It’s ridiculous. You guys.”
Suddenly Frenen came out.
He was rolling his eyes.
“Traditionality? Narrative? As a dwarf, don’t try to judge it with foolish reason and knowledge.”
Widely. Patting his own chest, the romper Prenen said.
“You decide what your heart follows.”
“Hmm…!”
“Ummm…”
The dwarves groaned as they realized something, and one by one their faces became determined.
“Ugh…!”
Mold Mold swallowed his breath.
Me too. She noticed too.
Appraisers, of course. That all the audience in this room would choose my ‘god-forged sword’ as their heart appealed.
The appraisers glanced at each other and nodded. And Dadara sueu-eup. He took in a breath, and qi settled in his throat.
“It’s early, but I’ll announce the winning items.”
Everyone listened to the low-pitched voice that resounded clearly in the hall, only speaking with their mouths.
“Winning is…”
“Won’t sleep-!!”
Bang! Bang! Bang! It seems as if the ground is shaking at the sound of rough stamping.
When I turned my head, there was an old dwarf coming this way with a flushed face.
He was the chancellor.
“What are you doing, giant!!”
“Reign?”
Dadara was taken aback, then made a puzzled face.
“What are you doing? You’re judging.”
“What? You put a suspicious object that you don’t even know about as a candidate for the championship? And then you’re a giant!”
“What?!?!”
He reached the insult and lost his temper.
Dwarves are basically one-tempered.
“There’s nothing more to see! This exhibition went wrong from the start! There are no winning items this year!!”
There was relief on Mold Mold’s face, and a little embarrassment.
Hmm. Even though this year is a bitch, it seems that he was not on the same side as the traitor yellow.
Then…
“Prime Minister.”
The chancellor was taken aback by my call and then spoke in a solemn voice.
“Flame. I’m sorry, but please don’t disturb our holy festival with such baseless things.”
“What nonsense is that!!”
Lulua, who was standing behind me, stepped out in anger.
“This is an outrage! I will make a formal protest!”
“Is that so? What are you doing? Hurry up and close the exhibition!”
The guards are me. And I couldn’t move while looking at my surroundings.
Everyone felt that the chancellor’s words were unreasonable, but his influence was so great that they did not seem to be able to act recklessly.
“This guy!! If he’s the chancellor, he thinks he can force himself like that!!”
Tadara pointed, and Prenen walked to the chancellor.
He was angrier than ever.
“You are the one who is disturbing the festival more than anyone else. The disgrace of this race.”
“…Joy. What are the Royal Guards doing?!?!”
The chancellor gritted his teeth and brushed off the guards pretending not to hear them.
After ignoring the words of the giant Dadara and Frenen, he feels that the eyes of the surrounding dwarves towards the Chancellor are getting colder.
Hmm.
At this level, even if you cut off at least one hand, no one will say anything.
“One, two, three.”
“…? Eh?”
The moment the chancellor said that, I took the god-forged sword from Tadara and took his hand…
Dig.
“…”
Divine power.
The moment I felt it, I moved.
It’s all dark.
However, it was not a space where there was only black darkness, and it was like a night sky with stars densely studded.
Kirik. Kirik.
Turning her head at the strange sound, she sees a red-haired woman sitting in her chair, wrapped in a thick chain.
I slowly approached her and clam! Knocked down her chains.
Toduk, tok. Only one broke.
Damn it’s tight
If I keep hitting it, will it all break someday?
The woman was greatly perplexed by my actions.
“Wow… It contains the divine power of the top-level deities, but Dre can cut it…?”
There is a little bit of joy in his feeble voice.
I smiled at her and said
“I’ll release you soon, Heston.”
Heston.
Goddess of Forge.
Who forged my sword.
A slightly haggard complexion, she smiled broadly.
“Dre really wants to keep her promise.”
“Sure. What kind of company are we?”
Heston’s face blushed slightly as if he were thinking about what I said.
…Why?
…Ah.
Come to think of it, I started this quest after making a fuss about not letting me have sex with Heston…
I opened my mouth to clear the awkwardness.
“Heston. How could you, bound by the seal of the gods, call me…”
As I was speaking, I realized why.
Heston’s power… Pierced the power of the top deities.
Okay. The seals of the gods who were evaluated to be on the same level as Nanar.
As for Heston, at best he would have been a high-ranking god.
“Yeah. It’s a little bit, but I’ve regained my strength. Because… The children have recognized my existence.”
Children.
Recognize.
The only race that recognized her existence just now… Was the Dwarf.
“Heston. You…”
I stopped talking for a while, and then it was.
“Is it Rokukuru, the god of the dwarves?”
“…”
Tears rolled from Heston’s silent eyes.
“Huh.”
“…He doesn’t look like a dwarf at all.”
Heston is slim and has a good body shape where he comes out and goes in.
Male dwarves are natural, and they are different from female dwarves who look like bagels.
Heston sniffed at my eyes and pretended to puff up his cheeks.
“Isn’t there a law that a god must resemble a creature? My current appearance… Although it has changed slightly. More than that, Dre. It’s difficult right now? The kids are confused because they don’t know where my sword came from.”
“Uh… That’s right.”
“Would you like to come closer for a moment?”
I went as close as I was told. Heston is close. Closely. He kept whispering. Then, as I knelt down on her knees, she leaned her head against my forehead.
“Dre.”
“Yes.”
“Help me. I’ll believe you.”
Dig!!
At the end of the talk, I was back in the real world.
And there was a definite difference.
The sword… ‘Evolved’.
Looking closely, there were letters engraved on the sword body.
Other than magic… Something inexplicable.
“What?!”
Someone made a loud noise.
Among the Dwarves, it was bound to stand out. He was a Dwarf wearing clothes worthy of being called a ‘priest’.
“…How can a letter from God?!”
Actually. He didn’t even have to tell me the truth.
Anyone that Dadarana Prenen. Appraiser. Spectators. Praetorian.
And the mold mold that I couldn’t lose, as well as the chancellor who was reckless. Everyone couldn’t take their eyes off the sword.
The chancellor was breathing heavily, probably feeling the pressure.
Maybe this light is actually putting some pressure on him.
“Dada.”
He answered Frenen’s trembling voice.
“…I know, Supreme Giant.”
Jjwoong-! Dadara stepped on the ground.
A large crater was dug in the clean floor, and the surroundings became quiet.
“Victory is the ‘god-forged sword’. No objections will be accepted.”
Beginning with his declaration, appraisers spoke one after another.
“I agree.”
“I also express my agreement.”
“So do i.”
“Flame. Can’t you touch that sword just one more time… Ah. That’s right. I agree.”
Right after.
Explosive cheers erupted from the exhibition, which had been as quiet as an art museum.
So I won the exhibition.
