572 - - Episode 570 Feelings of Mel

Mel, who entered a degraded version of the Damascus shortsword in the blacksmithing competition, naturally won the first prize. Naturally, Mr. Gorden had a problem with it, and the competition was suspended in order to call the guildmaster.

In the first place, what is a great demon king to do?

Mr. Gorden said something heroic, so I thought I should be the Demon King, or even the Great Demon King, but I don't know the roll of the Great Demon King.

If I laugh like "Hahahahaha" and do something vicious with the audience, I might be a great demon king, but it's a crime.

I don't want to be a criminal for such a trivial thing.

"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden, are you afraid of being found out?"

Hmmm...would it be more like a roll of the Daimajo if I threw a right straight right in the face of Mr. Gorden, who was talking so high and mighty?

No, that would just make him a short-tempered ruffian.

And even though you've come to the other world and are somewhat used to rough stuff, don't you intend ...... to abandon your common sense enough to hit someone just because you're pissed off?

"......Hmm, but I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving me. If you apologize properly, I may forgive you. Well, after what you did in front of all these people, I'll have to give up the workshop."　

Huh?　Perhaps Mr. Gorden has become delirious?

I'm only returning the favor, not doing it for you!　You mean?

...... I've been stuck in the conventional wisdom, but now I think I can throw an all-out right straight right into Mr. Gorden's face.

I'll show you that tsundere is only allowed for 2 dimensional beautiful girls and beautiful women.

"I'm a guildmaster!"

As I clenched my right fist tightly, I heard the voice of the Guild Master appear. At the same time, my right fist relaxes.

Dangerous, the roll of the Great Demon King and the insult to Tsundere combined to create a strange tension.

It is just stupid to hit a person for such a stupid reason. Guilmouth, nice timing.

Mr. Gorden looks at me as if I should just admit my guilt and apologize, but I ignore him because I still feel like punching him a little.

So that's Guillmas.

He is an old man with gray hair, but strangely stout. Guilmouth himself is a blacksmith, and I wonder if his blacksmithing skills are the reason for his rise to the Guilmouth.

"So, you have some questions about your work?"

Guilmouth, who had been in the audience, comes on stage and asks the jury.

"Yes!"

Mr. Gorden, who was near me, rushes to Guilmouth and answers loudly. He looks very happy.

I thought he was a delinquent.

Mr. Gorden is complaining with exaggerated gestures that Damascus is impossible and that an unconvincing evaluation in front of such a large number of people is a prestige problem for the guild.

I guess he was trying to check the guild because he suspected that I was working for the guild. I'm glad to hear that you've never even met Guillmas, let alone laid a hand on him.

Oh, maybe he can't stand the noise of Mr. Gorden, or maybe Guillmuth is coming this way.

It's Mel, isn't it? Is it true that you hit that sword?

Guilmouth doesn't talk to me, he talks to Mel.

For a moment I'm taken aback, but that's to be expected since Mel is a participant in the tournament. I felt like I was the star of the show since Mr. Gorden was involved with me, but Mel was the star of the show, wasn't he?

"Uh, I'm sorry, Eunice, put me down."

The main character is being held by Yunis when the situation around her becomes suspicious, though it's not a tight situation.

"Yes. I struck that sword.

Mel, freed from a very disgruntled Yunis, replies with a crisp expression after adjusting her clothes.

"I see."

Guilmouth looks very puzzled. It is understandable that a girl of any age, who was being carried in her arms, would be at a loss to answer when told that she had struck a sword whose manufacturing process had been lost. It was Guilmas who asked her.

"A lie!　How could you possibly strike a sword of Damascus? It must be from the labyrinth!

Mr. Gorden interrupts the conversation here as well. Frankly speaking, it is annoying, but it is hard to exclude him because the other blacksmiths also seem to have doubts.

"Goldene is not convinced, and the blacksmiths around him and I have our doubts, too. Can you prove in front of us that you did it?"

"Yes, I can."

Then strike Damascus in front of us and show us."

Hmm?　Isn't this conversation going in a strange direction?　Why am I supposed to hit it in front of everyone?

"Wait a minute. We agreed on a procedure before the convention in case of doubt. Why are you supposed to prove it in front of everyone?"　

The rule should be to randomly select a few amateurs to confirm.

"Hmm, but, you know, it's hard for a layman to tell the difference with Damascus, isn't it?

"No, it's enough to confirm that we are not breaking any rules, so there is no need to identify Damascus, right?"

"...... that's ...... right."

Guilmouth ruefully concedes my opinion. He would have liked to see how Damascus is made, but that's not going to happen.

"What, is there a reason why you can't strike in front of a blacksmith?　Well, maybe you think you can fool us amateurs, but don't expect us to be convinced by that!"

Excuse me?

"...... Hey Mr. Gorden."

"What the hell? You threaten me, I won't give in."

That's not what I meant. That's not what I'm talking about, Gorden. Answer carefully, because right now I'm surprisingly close to losing my temper.

I put up with you earlier, but I won't this time depending on your response.

"I don't mean to threaten you or anything, but ...... hey Mr. Gorden. Don't you remember when I laughed so hard my stomach churned, thinking that a blacksmith would never reveal his skills in public, you idiot?"

"Ah."

Don't say "ah". Do you know how embarrassed I was then?　You endured the humiliation of instituting the rules and then forgot about them?

"After making fun of me so much and then retracting your previous statement, I'm not sure if I can put up with it, even as a mild-mannered person. What do you think, Mr. Tablé, who laughed with me?"

"What, me?"

Yes, you are the one who is pretending to be a stranger with a look that says you have nothing to do with it.

"...... I guess so. That's what Goldens said. But at that time, I didn't think that Damascus would be a terrible thing. ......

"It's up to us what we want to put out there, as long as it's within the rules, right?　In the first place, we decided to hold this tournament because Mr. Gorden and others kept harassing Mel. And now you want us to change the rules to suit their needs?　Can't the Blacksmith's Guild even maintain neutrality?"

I thought it would be Mel's skill to crush Mr. Gorden and the others, but if they are that licked, it's a different story.

The Blacksmith's Guild will have to pay a price for that.

"Are you going to do it?　Yuta, are you going to do it?　Are you going to tear this building to pieces?　Don't worry, we won't hurt people. Yuta doesn't like that kind of thing.

No, I wasn't thinking about being pulverized or anything, but ...... I'm starting to think it's okay now. The guild will be pulverized and Gorden and the others will be ...... beaten to a pulp, right?

It will definitely be overkill, but as long as people don't die, it will be forgiven. Because he's the Great Satan.

Besides, Sylphy's very motivated. I can only hear her voice from the back, but I can tell she's incredibly excited.

Sylphy was not happy about what Goldens said, and I don't blame her.

Now, Blacksmith's Guild, answer with your hearts. One wrong answer and the building will be pulverized.

Sylphy has taken care of it and a gentle wind starts to blow in the room.

"Well, we'll wait. The Blacksmith's Guild is neutral. Neutral, no doubt. It's just that Damascus and some other crazy stuff came out and things got a little out of control."

Is it my imagination that Gilmouth is making excuses in response to the unusual atmosphere, but I don't think they are excuses at all?

Is this inevitable?

Maybe we can get Sylphy to give us a little more wind.

"Hmm?　Mel, what's wrong?"　

I asked as Mel tugged at my sleeve with a desperate look on her face, but there was no answer. He seemed to want to talk privately.

I crouched down and Mel put her mouth to my ear.

Eunice, I'm not doing anything wrong, so please stop looking at me like I'm a criminal.

（Master. Can you ask Nomos-sama if I can play Damascus in public?)

"What?　Why?　I think I'm ready to be powder-jacked if you've already made me look this stupid, don't you?"

Powder!　And, wait!　I don't care if it sounds like that.

There's no need for Mel to make any more concessions.

The worst he can do is run away, and in my position, I can probably manage without running away.

Mel is not the main culprit and he can do whatever he wants if he asks the king. I'll force him to do something even if it doesn't work out.

"Master, please calm down. If we don't do something we'll be in trouble.

"Don't worry. I'll force myself to do something even if it's a big problem.

I hear a voice telling me it's not okay, but I ignore it.　

"Uh, no, it's not. I don't want this to end like this, I want to show that I'm good at what I do and I want everyone to recognize me."

"Hmm."

It may seem like a tacked-on reason to cover for the Blacksmith's Guild, but Mel's serious eyes seem to say more than that, and he seems to be speaking the truth.

"But that would expose Mel's skills, wouldn't it?"

I hid it when I was king, and I did not intend to expose my skills in such a large crowd. It would be different to expose the technology now after having set the rules, wouldn't it?

"Don't worry, I don't think I could copy it if they saw me."

Mel, you're so busy defending yourself that you don't realize it, but you're picking a fight with all the blacksmiths here. You can't do it. .......

He looks at Sylphy and shrugs his shoulders like it can't be helped.

......It's okay, since Mel was the main character to begin with. Let's put Mel's feelings first.

I'll have to check with Nomos, but he hasn't asked me to keep it a secret, so I think I'll be fine.

Oh, if we're going to expose the technology anyway, should we not send Mr. Dolgem back?

...... Well, you know what, I'm in jail now, I'll follow up with you later.

Also, I should make sure the blacksmith guild understands that Mel saved my life.