He wonders if Bellamy's answer was unexpected or not.
"... what does it mean to be undertaken? You just said you would need a sword to fight Evezeino."
When Barzalondo appeals, Bellamy sighs.
"Balzarond. Is it your dogmatism to retrain Evans Mana?"
Despite this, Barzarondo nodded vigorously, saying that nothing was terrible.
"Although it's a brave foot, any hunting aristocrat in Hyfolia will judge it. There's no problem."
"I'm sorry, but the nerd King doesn't seem to think so." T ra ns l ate d by Jpm tl .c oｍ
Barzalond's face became more and more suspicious.
"I think you are the same as you. The more you have, the better it is. It's outside of keeping Evans Mana rusty. I've talked to Lebrahard as well ..."
"Do you need it?"
"I'm told that I shouldn't do anything, and I can't help retraining myself."
Bellamy shrugs.
"Why is His Majesty the King like that?"
"I want to hear this. If you don't know your brother, I don't think I can understand it." Tr ansl a te d b y ｊp ｍ t l .ｃo m
I don't understand.
If you do not use the holy sword, which is said to be a symbol of high folia, against your nemesis, it seems as if you do not intend to fight seriously.
"Well, Lebrahardt has some thoughts, because he's not a meaningless man."
I agree, but I'm worried about what it means.
"That's why. Come home. It's only three days before Evezeino moves. I'm not busy."
Bellamy waved his hand to drive him away.
However, Barzalond did not move, and released with a determined expression.
"... Somehow, somehow ...!"
For a moment, Bellamy was squeezed into words that seemed unreasonable.
"Can't you manage to get it?"
"I don't know what to do, what should I do?"
"I want to ask you somehow! That's a problem!"
Oh, and Bellamy sighs.
"I know you and Lebrahard since you were a baby. Both of you are like grandchildren. If you don't have much, you'll be flexible."
Thought Communication Draw a magic circle and Bellamy uses <>. Tra n s l at e d by jp mt l.co m
He may have given instructions to the Iron Firemen in preparation for the fight against Evezeino.
"But what the Holy King has told me directly can't be different from the head of head. That would break the relationship between Birdy Rua and Hyfolia. You know that?"
"……that is…………"
Unable to refute, Barzalondo looked apologetic.
"I'll keep you secret with LeBrihard about coming with Militia. I'll be returning early and preparing for the hunt. I'm looking forward to your arm."
Barzalond stepped a step further as he couldn't really go down.
"OK"
Bellamy looks at me.
"Bellamy. What if you don't reach out?"
For a moment, Bellamy twisted her head, seemingly uncertain of what was being said.
"If others retrain Evans Mana on their own, there is an excuse for Hyfolia."
"... Well, than I do directly."
"As a birdie lure, it's encouraging to have a perfect state of Evans Mana. Retraining will increase the strength of My Maou Gakuin and protect the Iron Fireman from the phantom beasts. Will it be possible? "
Bellamy wakes up from her back and puts a cheekstick on.
T r ansla te d by Ｊpmtl .c oｍ "... well, it's not bad, Lebrahard might be a little whiz, but if I didn't do it, I'd find a place to drop it. It's much better than being eaten by a beast. ''
Looking up at me, she said in a hoarse voice.
"If there was another blacksmith who could do that,"
"Isn't there an excellent trace?"
Bellamy rounds her eyes.
That's what Lebrahard and she were talking about before.
"... I'm overweight when it comes to silk. It's not bad at all, but I'm not motivated. Don't ask me to say too much. If you think you'll come, you're going out of your way with your will. ''
The biggest sigh ever spills from Bellamy's mouth.
"... I don't know if I can't hear it ... I'm stupid, what makes that talent rust, really ..."
The expression that seems to be exhausted certainly reflects the love for the disciples.
"Then, it's good. If the excommunication retrains Evans Mana on its own, Lebrahard won't be so strong."
Bellamy shook his head to the left and right, just to say it was impossible.
"You must have heard that no one could use the sword you hit, and the silk turned into a tengu. When you asked, I wouldn't be motivated."
"Once you break the nose pillar and break it, you will be motivated."
As amazed, Bellamy loses speech and puts weight on her back.
"... like Lebrahard, you're a stubborn man." T r a n sl ate d b y Jpm t l .com
"What is your surname?"
"It's a mueller. Silk mueller. Well, it's okay to try it, but I don't know where you are now. I don't think you're out of this city."
Bellamy draws a storage magic circle, and extracts a magic photo from it.
I received it flicked by my finger.
A short girl is shown with Bellamy.
They have matching bandana and goggles, thick gloves and apron on both hands.
He had long ears and steel-colored hair. She would be silk. He smiles wide next to Bellamy.
"I have no family, no relatives. I'm lonely all the time. It's not easy to find."
"When was the picture?"
"Sure, it's more than twenty years ago. Well, the look hasn't changed much."
"Really"
I look back at Rei, Balzarond, and I return.
"Waiting"
Turning around, Bellamy had a shining mallet.
She throws it here. I received it with one hand.
White Hammer "Wizelhan. I hit the sword of the gods. If the idiot is motivated, give me a hand."
The white shining hammer is shining in the hands. Even without looking into the abyss, it turned out that the magic hidden there was extraordinary.
Perhaps there are no two in the blacksmithing world.
"Are you good?"
"Please take it for yourself."
Shaking his hands lightly, Bellamy turns his heels.
I tried to go to the back room, but my little hand pulled my pants and stopped my feet. It was Zesia.
"... Baba ... Zechia also asks ... I have ..."
"Ko, Kora, Zesia. This grandmother is the head of the blacksmithing world, so he's a great person. Don't say anything."
Eleonor rushed in haste.
"Good, small details. What do you ask, young lady?"
Bellamy asked, as she was a child opponent and slightly relaxed her eyes.
Then, Zechia pulls out the Holy Sword Enhare of Light from the magic circle.
"Zechia's ... Holy Sword ... Weak ... Strong, Will You Be ...?"
In addition, Zechia took out the shell of the child turtle from the magic circle, and took out a red straw doll from her pocket.
"... there are materials ... there is ..."
"Material, Zesia, this is Parrington!"
Eleonol shouts surprisingly.
She bowed down to Bellamy, reluctantly, while scolding Zesia.
Then she grinned.
"If you protect our disciples, you can create something."
"……will protect……!"
"Oh, don't you need permission from the head of state?"
"Maou Gakuin is ... student autonomy ... first ..."
Eleonol looked at me with a look at what to do.
"I leave this to you."
Flying When I put the White Hammer Withelhan in the magic circle, I jumped up with <> with Ray and Barzarondo.
As he progresses through the chimney, he shifts his field of view to Misha's magic eyes through magic lines.
The place is like a hill on the outskirts of the city.
In front of the stopped Devil Train, Misha and others were standing, and they were already gazing at the skyscraper of Birdilua.
Thought communication I send the picture of the magic photograph in <>.
"You're right. Find a blacksmith named Silk Muller
"all right"
Misha replies, and the Ginsu boat that was anchored jumped up.
At Barzalondo's direction, his men also search for silk.
"Um, should I ask the child to retrain Evans Mana?"
When Sasha confirmed, Misa said.
"Yes, I'm told you're likely to be in that city, so let's sort it out and look for it."
Mass represents its identity and flies in the sky.
Misha headed north, Sasha south, Fan Union and Arcana west, and Mass east.
They share their magical eyes and search for silk muellers.
However, the city is quite large. If you're at home, it's hard to find.
If it is said to be Bellamy's vestige, it must be well known. It would be better to listen.
It would be nice if there was an information store, but would you check with Barzarondo?
"Myself"
Thought communication <> from Shin.
He cannot leave the Demon King train empty, he remains there.
With evil eye, he was heading from the engine room to the cargo hold.
"A thief has invaded. Would you like to cut it?"
"Know who you are. If you're a kind of theft, don't worry if you're threatened. ''
Shin stops at the door.
"Wish"
He gently opened the cargo bay door and heard the sound of chewing something.
In the dark, one iron-fire man is biting on food ham. Apparently she doesn't notice Shin.
Without asking questions, Shin skewered the ham.
"Wow ...!?"
"A thief sneaking into your train, which would otherwise be worthy of death"
Shin strikes an iron sword at the throat of an iron fire man.
The bandits were boys with big hats.
"Give yourself"
"... ah ... uh, uh ..."
The boy shrugs as if frightened.
"... Why can I get this sword out of my name ...?"
The moment Shin tries to draw his sword, he quickly taps his sword with his fingertips. The iron sword shattered, though brittle.
"You can't use such a name. I'm sorry."
Kicking the floor, kicking the walls, kicking the ceiling, the boy jumps in and out of the room, holding food in his hands.
Then he jumped out of the door at a glance.
"Well, brother, thank you for the food. Viva-"
Looking back at the Demon King Train, the bandits stopped trying to wave their hands.
Sin was no longer there and had a boy's neck with the sword Altokolsta.
Tarara, cold sweat runs down his cheeks.
"If you give your name and purpose, only life will help you."
"... Wow, I understand ..."
Now he relaxed as he had imagined, and said the boy.
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