"... not a lie ... the magic sword was certainly made by Silk Muller ..."
"So, do you say your arm is up?"
Jill is desperate to reply.
"... You don't know what kind of sword Silk makes, right?"
Shin nods.
"Just with a good blacksmith"
"It's completely different from me" T ra ns lated by Jpmtl.ｃ om
He says, looking for words.
"My sword is just for me to see ... it's sharp, tough, and has enormous magic. It looks like that. But with this sword, I can't cut anything."
Jill stared at the several evil swords in the cave workshop.
"... this isn't a sword at all ... it's just an ornament ..."
Jill said to sniff.
"I don't think so?"
Transla te d by ｊpｍ t l.ｃoｍ "... I wonder where you can believe me ..."
He looks up in heaven as if in trouble.
"I'm also a craftsman in the studio and a pupil of the witch Bellamy ... but most of the blacksmiths in Birdilua ..."
"now?"
With a lonely look, Jill looks down.
"No, I didn't have the talent."
He turned around.
"We have good ears, and the skilled blacksmith can hear the sound of his forged sword, but I've hit his sword for hundreds of years and heard it once. I have nothing. "
"So you have no talent?"
Jill nods.
Magic Steel "... I never thought of building a sword. I just listened to the voice of the fire. They appealed. I want you to build it like this. I was born like this. I just give a hammer exactly like that. "
As he walks, he touches the metal block that was placed, the magic steel.
"But when it's completed and turned into a sword, the voice you've heard disappears."
A sad voice spills out.
"I've always thought I'm making something wrong, and if I get better, I'll be able to hit a decent sword ..."
Stuck in words, Jill bit his lips. T r a n sl a t ed by jpｍ t l.c o m
"... but, after all, I never made it ..."
"Is the iron fire person able to hear the voice of the material?"
"... It's just like me ... The witch's master doesn't even hear the voice of magic steel ..."
He laughs at himself.
"That's why I told you that you've hit the sword on your own initiative. I'm just following the voice of the magic steel."
The voice that killed the emotion resonates in the studio.
"Only a sword that can erode a user can be built. It is burned, burned, frozen, and rotten ... Various with swords, but it's just sorry to get it. Same. If you swing your sword, your users will be destroyed ... "
Jill speaks, looking down.
"I was told that it should be built so that it could be handled. I should be tailored to the user. The sword is just a tool, and the tools that no one can handle are just ornaments. Not to mention a sword that could be destroyed if you shake it. No one is going to do that. "
He ties his lips. Severe tension continued for a while.
"But I didn't do it ..."
"why?"
"... I can't ignore my voice."
Jill tilts his long ears.
Tra n s l a t ed b y Jp ｍtl.ｃo ｍ "The voice of the magic steel, the voice of the fire, the voice of the air, the various voices are always echoing in my ears, and I hear the voice of the life I want to be born in ... I have to give birth to those children properly I thought ... "
Jill holds a fist.
Strong enough, so that your nails cut into your skin.
"A sword is not made by my will. It's just through my arms to shape the life that should be ... so ..."
"Did you leave the studio?"
A small nod, Jill shows affirmation.
"... I understand what the witch master says ... I'm sure he's right as a sword ... I've tried it ..."
Jill is stuck in words.
With a voice that was about to start crying, he spit out his thoughts.
"... But it didn't work out ... I couldn't stand twisting the life that should have been ..."
Distorted, Jill clenches her teeth. Perhaps they are struggling with a compromise between ideals and reality.
"I don't think you're wrong."
Shin frankly stated.
"Do you want to go that way in your way?"
With his eyes rounded, Jill surprises.
And laughed a little. T ra n s l ate d b y jpｍ t l.co ｍ
"Thank you. But you don't have to worry. I've never heard their completed voice, saying the life they should be."
Stepping in front of the decorated evil sword, Jill touches the handle.
The fire blew out and burned his fingertips. But he doesn't let his hand go out of his handle.
"... the result is out. My way is wrong. I know it, but I can't seem to think the other way is right ... it's ego ..."
Jill leaned on the magic sword as if touching the blade and hugging the sword.
"Because it's an ego, my sword may not be needed by anyone. That's a poor sword."
The iron-fired man is so deeply passionate about his sword. Or is Jill special?
He spilled tears from his eyes, as if he repented of his child.
"... Unlike me, the Silk Muller's magic sword can be made properly ..."
Releasing from the Flame Sword, Jill grabs the silk winged sword Filicia made by Silk Muller.
He shook it, but he didn't peel his fangs like Jill's magic sword.
"It's a sword that people can handle properly ..."
"What so"
"e……?"
"I feel the grief of that sword."
Despite Jill's embarrassed expression, Shin walked slowly and stood in front of the magic sword he had obtained.
Sword Flame Sword "--Garagudos"
Looking into the abyss, Shin sees through the inscription.
"Do you know what this sword wants?"
Thinking for a moment, Jill shook his head left and right.
"... I don't know. I can't hear the voice of the sword ..."
He stares at Shin.
"Can you hear it to Brother Sun?"
"No. But I know only one."
Shin reached out and grabbed the samurai sword Garagudos.
Immediately, the flame spills out and begins to burn his fingertips.
"The sword is for the Lord. They are worthy of shaking themselves, and their servants will continue to wait in frost."
Shin put his hand on the sheath of the samurai sword.
At the moment, the flame spread to the whole body.
Jill changes blood phase.
"No good! Release it right away! The sheath holds down the power of the evil sword! With the power of your elder brother, San, you'll burn out the whole source!"
"Jill"
Shin is gripped by the sheath and handle, as if scorched by the flames.
The boy saw it and gasped.
If you were sword-savvy, everyone would have been caught.
It is a beautiful stance, as if the sword and the person were united.
"For the first time, I've seen a blacksmith pouring as much love into your sword as I can. I'll show you my love, passion and respect for the days I've been studying."
"I understand! Release it because it's good! Until you pull out your sword!"
Shin doesn't listen to Jill's words and Shin closes his eyes quietly. I sharpened my nerves to the magic sword-the sword flame Garagudos.
Realizing that it cannot be stopped by words, Jill goes forward as if he had been kicked out and swings his wing sword Filicia.
The magic swirled, and his body floated for a moment.
"--Sorry!"
The wing sword Filicia approaches at an unstoppable speed. The aim is Shin's right hand. I'm going to hit the sword.
The moment the blade cut the back of Shin's hand.
A red sword flashes through the space.
With his eyes wide open and silent, Jill was just looking at the scene.
The wing sword Filicia that the boy wielded was neatly cut from the base.
In front of me was Garagudos, a samurai sword with an uncut blade.
A magic sword that burns out the roots of the user if pulled out of the sheath.
Shin spills out and finds out the inevitable fire that he burns, and slightly removes the key. His dying roots transcended destruction, and at the same time wielded a sword.
Just as the demons who controlled him are the Lord, the fire of Garagudos has suddenly disappeared.
“…… u ………………”
Unbelievably, Jill stares at Shin's sword in Shin's hands.
The expression was full of emotions other than surprise.
"Do you understand it?"
Zang and Sing pierce Garagudos into the floor.
"The evil sword you forge is better than the Silk Muller evil sword. There is nothing wrong with the path you have taken. It was just that you didn't have the right user."
Still stunned, Jill stared at Shin.
A swordsman who could easily manipulate his own sword that nobody could handle.
"Jill"
Shin says.
"I have a request to you. Would you please re-forge one sword?"
"... Do you ask Silk Muller ...?"
Gill asked, asking.
"You're right. Wing Sword Filicia has no soul."
When Shin says, he spills a tear.
It looked like someone who had been struggling at the bottom of hell was finally rescued.
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