Chapter 52 – 52 – Blacksmith of the Gods
“Atrion?”
“Why.”
“Shouldn’t you at least tell the guests who you are and what you do here?”
“Why?”
The Dragon Lord, with a smile on his face, just stared at Aetreon.
As I said, the memory of stealing a cow and eating it for three days and nights came back to me. Aetreon suddenly stood up vigorously and she led us up the hall.
All of the party members who followed him up the stairs looked at the giant anvil in wonder. What is the identity of the iron that Atrion was hammering and melting even before we came in?
“Long sword?”
“It’s not an ordinary long sword. Can you recognize whose it it is?”
I can’t recognize it. Because I’ve been threatened with this knife for 6 years.
The body of the long sword is alternately carved with the heads of a hyena and a rat. It seems to express the personality of the owner who has not been educated enough.
The decoration of the hilt, which has been separated from the sword in the distance, is simple, but the ring is decorated with a bunch of golden decorations tied with string. It is a trivial attempt to somehow satisfy the owner’s vanity.
The reason why only the string decorations were purchased and collected instead of changing the hilt was because no craftsman could touch the hilt without burning his palm.
Because only the hero and its maker can touch the hero’s holy sword.
As if he was feeling angry inside, Eshen put a comforting hand around my shoulder and said,
“Does this look like the sword that that bastard swung at me? Is it Marachantong or Adamantone?”
“Adamantone Sunstorm. ‘Uza’s Lighthouse’. It is a holy sword.”
It is said that when a warrior is born, the gods drop meteorites to celebrate. Of course, dropping it in a city or something like that and having a sacrificial party is definitely not the way to go. The materials for the holy sword that the hero will wield are sent to the craftsmen of this world.
Aetrion was clearly not a Dragon Lord. However, the majesty we felt from him did not seem to be a misunderstanding based solely on his appearance. I spoke with all the reverence that rose in my heart.
“Are you a holy sword maker?”
“And I am also a destroyer. I possess the rare aptitude [Blacksmith of the Gods].”
Atrion nodded his head with a somber expression. And he casually stroked the heated, red-hot knife.
“I remember all the works I’ve made so far. Ironically, this one came back into my hands again.”
“You were the one who made Adamantone’s warrior sword?”
“Yes. It was made from the dull black-gray meteorite that fell on Calanso. When the wife of Mancellarion Sunstorm, a warrior famous for being strong, gave birth to her third child who inherited the aptitude of a warrior. I was excited. “I flew into Calanso Wilderness, chasing the tail of a new shooting star. But… No one was there.”
“No one was there?”
“I was the only one there. It’s strange. Most of the [God’s Blacksmiths] Are very greedy. Even at the first sign of meteorite iron falling, those damn bastards say, ‘I must be the maker of the hero’s weapon.’ “With one intention, we try to conquer the ingredients by crossing mountains and seas.”
Aetrion, who had confessed that she had flown to Calanso in excitement, shamelessly mumbled it as if it were her own business.
These days, I seem to see myself being more promiscuous than anyone else, but also criticizing the promiscuity of other porters.
“Is it because you’re competitive?”
“That’s correct. It can be said that such aptitude is only given to craftsmen with a natural desire for fame. Those who dream of one day having the sword they made with their hands plunge into the heart of the Demon King. So, everyone should become a sword maker for as many warriors as possible. It’s natural to want to…”
Aetreon lifted his hammer in annoyance. And then she struck down her sword very forcefully.
“When I looked at the metal, I immediately felt it. Since he didn’t even have the minimum qualifications, those who would have arrived first must have quietly run away. Since I had an innate aptitude for being a blacksmith, I couldn’t just leave the meteorite iron alone, so in the end, I took it with my own hands. “I collected it and made it, but in the end it was used to stab out my nephew’s eye.”
The metal of the gods began to crackle and crack. Every time the dragon craftsman struck a hammer, light emitted instead of a roar. I had the illusion that the brilliance of the beginning was being created on an anvil.
While we were admiring it as if we were fascinated, the elf Nenya looked like she was about to faint.
“The energy of mana gushing out…”
“It would be enormous. In fact, it would be like tearing the bodies of the gods into pieces.”
“Cut it into pieces? The holy sword? Then what happens to the guy called Adamantone?”
“Unfortunately, unless the hero dies, the sword cannot be completely destroyed. Due to the rules of the gods, the holy sword automatically returns to its owner. However, he will have to live with the broken and weakened sword from now on. This sword is mine. As the father of , he has that level of authority.”
Slamming her hammer one last time, Aetrion lowered her curved sword to her side and wiped her sweat.
“Of course, if you lose patience or if the Sunstorm family gives up on their damn youngest child, this metal that lost its owner will become a secondary weapon for another hero. I secretly hope so. Why on earth are the gods like that? You made him a hero, right?”
“There was a hero who needed a secondary weapon, so I guess they intentionally gave the holy sword to someone who would die quickly?”
Eshen made a joke that somehow sounded plausible, and looked at the holy sword that was bent like a sickle with an admiring expression.
“Wow. That’s amazing. Even if I hit Thena’s sword with all my might, I didn’t get a single scratch.”
“···Kicked the hero’s sword? Were you still fine after that?”
“Is that possible? I broke my leg and was bedridden for a month.”
Atrion blinked her eyes as if she were looking at someone crazy. I too looked back at her sister Monica in disbelief. Her sister smiled shyly and nodded her head.
“It’s my first day at the party.”
“I thought I could break it.”
“···Anyway. This meteorite anvil and hammer are powerful tools that can shape and break the holy sword, the best weapon. It will be enough to destroy the monster that even the priests find difficult to dispose of.”
“Your uncle must be very tired. It’s because of us that he went through unplanned trouble.”
“You may have to beat the idiot’s holy sword and the evil demon’s sealing ball for days and days, but it’s better than being hated by the Lord. Do you know how much you went to trouble me to bring that monster back to its nest?”
Aetreon grumbled as quietly as possible. She stood facing away from Rod so that the shape of her mouth was not visible.
Then she motioned for me to hand over the item. I nodded and handed him the seal.
“Anyway, enough of the explanation. Are you going to Nidro? Take your friends and go out for a while. Either join the game or go to the dorm and lie down.”
[For a moment.]
Aetrion meticulously placed her bon population on her anvil. The Succubus Queen, who had overheard the whole conversation so far, began to shiver as the hammer that split the material of God cast a shadow over her head.
[Let’s say it in our own words.]
“Unlike the Holy Sword, this one will be a bit noisy.”
As we left the forge, we heard the first hammer strike hitting the seal.
Quinn’s scream was quite loud. Although we felt relieved, as if the tooth we had been suffering from had fallen out.
Sister and Leni sighed in relief, and Eshen spat.
“Goodbye, bitch.”
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Then, a week later, today’s thoughts.
The dragon’s nest was truly a scary place. The cookies that residents kindly offer to take a bite blow away people’s sanity, and instead of sandwiches or burgers, bombs are placed on the plate in the eating contest.
The person who looks like a young new bride running a farm is actually a dragon lord. My friend’s uncle, who is afraid of being captured by that woman, is a holy sword maker who can crush the Succubus Queen, who made Bisserk into a crucible of fear, with just a hammer. There is nothing that is okay to be involved in, and there is no resident that can handle being involved.
Of course, we don’t feel territorial, and we’re not in a situation where we’re anxious because someone can’t catch us. Rather, it is a friendly island full of happy friends who welcome us and invite us for drinks.
But it is just as dangerous. As Nidroga said, dragons have a threshold of pleasure at the end of the sky, so an ordinary game by their standards is no different from a game of survival for us.
We eventually learned the art of avoiding noisy places. To preserve his limbs safely until Nidroga’s wings are completely healed or Tomko’s ship is repaired.
But this island was truly an amazing resort. Enough respect for the first Dragon Lord’s insight.
There is a saying that there is no paradise where you run, but here, no matter where you run, a wonderful paradise awaits you.
I opened the bag and took out the parasol, grill, and sunbed. And they were placed side by side on a cozy sandy beach with the sound of seagulls crying.
“Tanning center in Thanh Bhan Thai opened without incident for 3rd day.”
“What is he saying now.”
“And the first guest is-“
As soon as I smiled at the grumbling voice and raised my head, I wiped my smile and froze.
There are people like that in every organization. Because they are so indifferent to each other, they can only share a space without any discomfort if there is someone they know as a common denominator.
If the common denominator is not together, the air between the two becomes uncomfortable and each other’s stomachs become sore as if they had been starving for several days.
If you are shy for no reason, that uncomfortable atmosphere can be an incentive to become closer. However, if something inevitable happened between them…
“···Villena.”
“Where have all the other guys gone and are you alone?”
Villena muttered, hiding her face beneath her sombrero. Then, holding on to the hem of her dress, she squirmed and retreated behind a tree on the beach.
I felt awkward and scratched the back of my head.
“It’s because the day is bright, but in terms of time, it’s still early morning. You must have been washing up at the dorm. You came out early. Why did you try to go swimming when no one was around?”
“Damn it. I just needed a quiet place to read a book…”
I frowned. That statement is strange. If you just need a quiet place to read a book, there’s no need to dress like that.
Villena’s outfit is a swimsuit that exposes her bare legs below her silence followed. She tries to hide it by pulling down her white shirt, but it’s not long enough.
I slowly looked away and moved out of the way. Ville I couldn’t get out from behind her tree for a while.
“Damn it…Don’t look!”
“···I’m not looking, so come out quickly.”
