Chapter 353.2: - Alistair II
Will I be cured if I get a blacksmith to repair me? No, I’ll be in trouble if I can’t heal. I couldn’t do anything as it is now. This was a difficult moment for Fran, as she just lost someone she truly looked up to. I have to be strong, at least just for her.
“That……”
Even though it was her possession, I understand that it was not polite to suddenly appear out of nowhere and take the sword all of a sudden. Fran approached the woman with a slight hesitation. The other person also slightly approached Fran.
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“Are you the owner of the sword?”
“Hmm”
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The woman had a sour look as she asked Fran. I knew she’d be in a bad mood. Still, though, she still had enough sense not to complain about the crying Mea and the others.
“I see. Let me see that sword for a minute.”
(Master?)
Hmm, what should I do? I don’t think it’s a problem just to show it, but I don’t know who this woman is. However, if I refused, it looked like I might make her mad, and if that happened, it seems like it will be a pain. In the first place, is my appraisal camouflage working now?
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“You should let her see.”
As I was distressed, Mea suddenly approached me from the side. From the way Mea said, she seemed to be surprisingly more superior than Mea. Moreover, the tone of voice earlier felt somewhat familiar.
“Lady Alistair wouldn’t do anything wrong. Lind also meets Lady Alistair on a regular basis.”
(Master, is it fine?)
“Oh.”
Mea trusted her that much, so it would be rude to say no here. Besides, she was the kind of person who could handle a divine sword, right? She must be a great blacksmith. I don’t know what someone with an awesome skill like that is doing here, though.
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“Hmm…”
“Oh, thank you.”
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It’s strange because both her tone and her sour looks didn’t seem too strange when you think of her as a blacksmith. Rather, I even think that it was very fitting for a craftsman.
Alistair stared at me as Fran stuck me out, and she kept staring at me sullenly. Her gaze scoured my brim and hilt.
“I knew this design was……… But the shape of the pattern…. May I take a closer look?”
“Hmm”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me…….. Analysis Eye!”
I could see the magical powers in Alistair’s eyes. There was such a strong magical power concentrated in her eyes that if we were in a dark place, her eyes would glow.
Then Alistair let out a murmur of surprise.
“That’s a very strict equipment registration…….. No, is this power a remnant of God’s…? Moreover … this … this thing … this bullshit sword, who made it? Was it a divine blacksmith?”
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