Episode One Hundred - I Visited Stubborn Jizzy's Anvil
The next day, I slowly nourished my English... did you? Well, anyway, we're gonna withdraw from the campsite and go with you to the throne.
"It's not like we're going to have some special ritual. You ready?
"... oops"
"... Yes"
"... Yep"
Me, Rijuana, I'll get back to you in Mr. Ermina's order. The Elves rarely believe in a particular God, but the boulders have a lot more respect for God than I do. He's getting nervous now that he's heading to the throne where God is.
This is nervous, okay? I'm never dragging on the mistakes I made yesterday. That's what I want you to do.
"Hey, why are you so nervous when you're not at all nervous about me, which could be the original god of the world today, but you're just going to see Vargand?
"Not that I'm nervous about this...... well, sure you're not very godlike"
"Yeah, please don't pursue it deeply. And you sure as hell don't feel like a god."
"I mean, it's so minor, so even if they say God, it feels like Woon, doesn't it? I think it's more of a rare creature or a UMA frame, you are."
"What is UMA!? You're so cute!
Real life is a little dissatisfied with what we say. Do you feel like a self-proclaimed celebrity who thought you were famous but actually knew you weren't known by anyone?
"Well, no, if you actually take me to your throne, you'll change that perception a little. Okay, let's go."
The scenery changes. The sight of the white domed facility was suddenly switched, and something like a robust stone fortress stood in front of him. I mean, right.
"Yes, we're here -! That, what's wrong with all three of you?
"" "Cold!
It is a silver world on one side. I mean, it's so snowblowing. The wind is pounding the snow on our skin, and it hurts. Rifana and Mr. Elmina are shaking and screaming and hiding behind my back.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Whoops."
The cold suddenly eased when Real waved, and the blizzard that was blowing on us subsided. No, it doesn't fit. The blizzard is just avoiding us.
"And I thought I was going to die. My breath was painful... my ears are so weird."
"You had a hard snowstorm in this outfit... my head hurts"
You still don't get your temperature back, you two are rattling and shivering with a hug to me. I'm not that far, but I'm still a little cold. I didn't feel any breathlessness, but the two seemed pretty hard.
"Is this a high mountain?
"Yeah. It's near the summit of Mount Kushana, the highest peak of the mount bus."
"Idiot. I'm just two normal people anyway...... think some more because they're elves. What if the tympanic membrane breaks due to barometric pressure difference?"
"So sorry"
Scold Rifana and Mr. Ermina for real while exerting restorative magic on them complaining of physical malaise. No, normally, I'm supposed to suck, too, but I'm nothing. Probably because of the VIT correction.
"Oh, thanks... that's better"
"It's all right now, thank you"
Still a little pale, he looks up at a building like a fortress in front of him with his hands supporting the two bodies who managed to stand up on their own.
"Is this your seat... it's like a fort"
"That's Balgand's hobby. Why don't we just stand and talk?"
Real opens the doors of a fortific-like building and walks inside with Stasta. I followed after him with both of them in my arms.
"That's normal in there."
"Balgando doesn't like the most beautiful decorations."
"Nice, looks like my hobby would suit me."
I don't like putting wasted decorations on weapons, either. I may just have no artistic taste in myself, but I think that the beauty of tools, not just weapons, is something that sprouts naturally ahead of polishing the functional aspects to the extreme. That's the only thing that's beautiful about a finished tool.
As we proceeded to the back of the stone corridor, we heard something slightly noisy. That sounds loud and powerful every time we go back. Yeah, that's it.
"Sounds like you're forging something."
"Right. Because Balgand's hitting something if he's free."
Moving on to the back as we talked about that, a little bit of enthusiasm came through. They're finally approaching the throne of the blacksmith god.
"Wow, this is a great sight"
I groaned unexpectedly at the sight of you walking down the aisle.
This was, yes, a space as if inside an active volcanic crater. Behind you can see gras and simmering and occasionally blowing magma. If we were really in the fire escape, we would definitely have a big burn all over us, but I don't feel hot enough to burn with wonder. Maybe it's also like a junction to protect yourself from high temperatures.
"That's a great sight... I don't think it belongs in this world."
"But the room's pretty stylish, huh?
First of all, I tend to get eyes on the magma that looks directly in front of me, but this room was certainly a room with a small, sprinkling atmosphere. As usual, it's a boneless stone room, but the walls and floors are polished until they glow, and the walls are carved at equal intervals with something like magic letters that emit soft light.
There were several furnace-like units near a terrace-like place overlooking the front magma, and one musculoskeletal old man worked something out uncomfortably using a luxurious blacksmith facility in the center of it.
Turn right and you have something like a cool living space over there, and Real is walking technologically towards you ignoring the old man working something out.
"Hey, isn't that grandpa Balgand? You look familiar."
"Yeah, yeah, but it doesn't work while you're working out something. Let's wait until it's over. It's hot."
"Are you sure that's okay..."
That said, it's definitely real that I know that grandfather best, so I decide to follow that word quietly.
There were only glass tables and leather sofas in places like the living space, plus some big barrels and stupid big sleepers that seemed to be in booze. It is a killing landscape.
I don't see anything like a kitchen, but wouldn't that grandfather eat a meshi?
"It's a landscape room."
"God needs to eat, sleep and rest. They're all like hobbies."
"You're as good as you can have fun."
"Yeah, well, the biggest enemy of longevity is boredom, so a lot of entertainment is needed. Balgand loves to train something, and the rest feels like it if he feels like it, so the room is a killer landscape."
Take out as many barrels as Real can hold from somewhere and pour its contents into something like a glass shot glass.
"Yes, go ahead. It's Balgand's favorite drink."
"Alcohol, hey"
I don't really get drunk because of the VIT correction.
The liquid poured into the shot glass is almost transparent. When I smell the scent, I feel quite strong alcohol. That sounds like a pretty good number.
"Uh-oh... nice"
"Right?"
Enjoy strong liquor that burns your throat. I can't stop feeling like these breasts are going to be so hot. The aftertaste is crisp and really delicious. I want knobs.
"Oh, this is strong."
"Ho, ho, ho"
Mr. Ermina has made his eyes black and white at the strength of the liquor, which has led him to swallow. Drinking this liquor straight would be hard if you weren't used to strong liquor. It's like vodka.
"But it warms my body..."
"Whoa, whoa!
"Dude... look, give me half. I'll break it with water."
I'll take a shot glass from a rifana that I've swallowed and not a conversation with, drink about half of it, and then divide it with water. This won't be enough to swallow.
"Oh, thank you... I've never had such a strong drink."
Rijuana is a teardrop eye against Mr. Ermina, who can afford it. I mean, I also have a runny nose. Did you get into the trachea? [M] As a lady, I gently hand the hand wipe over to the seriously-style rifana.
"What, Mother - hmm, the kid from that time with you?"
Apparently the forge was finished while standing on the rifana, and my musculoskeletal grandfather came into the living space. I haven't had one sweat, even though I've been waving a hammer in a place that hot.
"What can I do for you, even my elf daughter? The Vaults are not addicted to their distractions."
"Not to mention those kids. Me and Tysi are here for Vargando."
"Non is not interested in this matter any more, Mother. I'm not willing to join the Vaults any more than I was the other day, and vice versa, I'm not willing to join the Mothers."
Balgand said so and sat dokali in an empty chair near the real one, holding the barrel that was on the glass table and starting to smear the contents straight with Gabgab. You're not a alcoholic on a level. Hey.
"Don't say that. Come on. You don't think Balgand's in good shape without progress, do you? Technological levels have barely advanced in the last few hundred years."
"Not really. Thanks to Hagel's secret children, we've made considerable progress."
"Oh, Maria, hey. But it's about Vault, so I'm sure you're gonna crush it, right?
Balgand does not answer the words of Real, but silently scratches the contents of the barrel.
"I see you were working with the Vault the other day, and that's what they did to you, right? We made a deal to silence him."
"Let's have nothing to do with the Mother. Either way, I'm not supposed to help the kid."
"You're not going to make it that bad. If we help Tysi, we can make more innovations, right?
"Too much technological innovation creates strife among humans. Your mother would know that best."
"We can't afford humans like that yet. Unless someone's stirring it up, right?
……
Balgand pushes silence. I don't understand half of the story.
I only found out that Hagel's secret son would mean Count Maria-Siddow of the Kingdom of Misclonia. That guy seemed to come from a different world just like me, and with her inward wisdom, the Royal Misscronian Army seemed pretty fortified.
"Hey, Balgando. You already know my intentions, don't you? My intentions are consistent with yours. I'm sure it'll be fun. So, huh?
"Non can't put his shoulder in either, that would be good."
"Then you can't. Pick it. Do you continue to betray me, kill yourself, and be Vault's subordinate? Or behave as you will."
"Isn't it the same thing after all about the Mother?
"I've forced you guys to do something before... well, I'm not saying it wasn't! But you wouldn't have done it the way Vault did, would you? I've been watching how Vault does things. You can say I've left you. I thought you guys should run the world after we finished playing the world. But how much time has passed since then?
Balgand answers nothing and stares at the barrel.
Me, Mr. Ermina and Rijuana are totally out of mosquito nets. There doesn't seem to be any change in alcohol, do you get drunk from drinking ice water? Mr. Ermina and Rijuana looked like they might want it, so I'll have it prepared the same way.
"We need prosperity, not survival. It's on the palm of the gods no matter where they go. I have to jump out of my palms like you once did. Otherwise, it's not funny, and it's gonna rot, okay? You should be fathers and mothers. He's a rancher who grows livestock, just like he is."
"The words hurt my ears..."
Looking at the two of you - no, two pillars? - who are having an incandescent argument, I got eyes on Balgand, who saw this one as chilling.
"But Mother, my lord. You think this kid has something to break the status quo? Aren't you just a kid with the power to murmur?
"That's not normal. If you look at a woman, you have the measure to accept her without fear."
"Wait a minute. I choose who I'm dealing with, don't I?
"Ha, again. It's not normal for you to hold me until I'm sane."
"Your Highness!?
"And not once or twice."
"You gotta be kidding me!?
"Hey? How's that reaction? Are you angry?"
Balgand is surprised that his jaw might come off, and the real one who sees that reaction floats a blue muscle on his forehead.
"Well no. You guys are too adamant about humans, aren't you? Ex-service species are also children of this world. I stick to humans alone, so things get weird. Tysi doesn't have that kind of prejudice, so we're going to have to work hard in that direction later."
"Noh doesn't have that prejudice anymore... Hmm, speaking of which, there were certainly many ex-service races in this kid's connection. Hmm...... I see. Take this kid."
I think my eyes have changed looking at me in Vargando. Somehow, it feels like it has become an object of interest from the eyes of a large number of others.
What is it? What the hell begins?
"There was certainly something interesting about this kid's idea. Looks like you're gonna keep me entertained, that's what you're saying?
"That's right. I'm sure he'll scratch it funny and funny."
"It'll be good, it's funny. Then if this lad entertains you, I'll take your side."
"Yeah, I'm gonna lose it."
Something's coming together, regardless of my intentions or anything.
"Hey, I'm kind of suspicious of clouds, but are you okay?
I don't know.
Tell him to entertain the blacksmith god or something. Should I even do a one-shot show?
"Hey, kid. Let me hit something. It's like roaring a nonsense."
"That's abrupt, Oi. Give me your question."
I don't care what they say.
"Hey Taishi-kun. He's a blacksmith, isn't he? Treat me with a little more courtesy."
"There's no courtesy or shit about Fuckin 'Ageing that suddenly wiggles you out, Mr. Ermina. There's also a grudge in this shithole that's smashing the armor my benefactor made me."
"You're a fucking kid who's not being smart with his mouth."
"Huh!? Are you fighting and selling?
"Why are you suddenly acting like a dick..."
I also have a grudge of getting beaten up. That hurt, or it was fatal.
"Well, calm down. Even Tysi wants to go home to his daughters, right?
Real stares between me and Vargand and breaks in. Shit, I suppose I'll return this grudge someday in a different way, or I have no choice.
"I think I'm going to get the title too. I want to give it to my own child. Shake it, so what do you say?
"Hmm, that would be good"
"You mean my child..."
My own child, my own child. One thing doesn't come with a pin right now, but you'll be able to do more than just do what you do. It would be nice to give one or so of the guard knives when that makes some sense.
Then what good is the material? Naturally I want to use the best materials. Orihalcon or Divine Silver would be good. It takes a lot of work, but Orihalcon is still good here. If you're going to give it to my kid, I want it to be the best, and it's financially possible.
But is that really okay? Am I supposed to let my kid have something that expensive and powerful? It won't be good.
So should it be anything other than Orihalcon? No, that's nasty, too. There are no ex-children or ex-children when it comes to poking and breaking. It looks like normal steel at first glance and serves a good purpose well in real emergencies.
"Okay, I've made up my mind."
Coat the Orihalcon dagger with steel. The question is how do you do the coating...... cover and polish the orihalcon dagger body with cast steel? You're worried about strength. I want to forge as much as possible.
So do you want to finish the Orihalcon sashimi and then forge it with steel on it? Orihalcon sashimi is likely to withstand temperatures to the point of forging steel, but I wonder.
No, let's think of another way. In other words, it would be nice if the Orihalcon sashimi were the core of the steel sashimi without a perfect gap. You don't have to forge anything honestly.
"We're gonna use blacksmith tools."
"Use it as you please. And we have all the ore."
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