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Chapter 20: Blacksmith Ironreel (1)

High and long mountain ranges from the desert.

At the top of the snow-covered summit, a man and dozens of men stand facing each other.

Dozens of men were wearing armor with a sun pattern on them. All of them were paladins of the Church of the Sun.

Said the paladin who stood in the front.

"The escape play ends here. You've come a long way, getting weak as you become weak.

The man was exhausted.

His hair was sparsely haired, and his beard had been roughly shaved and had grown promiscuously.

A broken chain hung like a tail from the shackles hung around his ankles.

The man looked at it and raised an eyebrow.

His teeth were not yellow and had turned black.

For five years, I was only in the darkness where I could not see an inch ahead.

He prides himself on having great mental power, but after spending five years with his whole body imprisoned, people have no choice but to go crazy.

Yes.

The man was crazy.

"Heh heh heh heh."

Sable shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and raised his right hand.

"How warm is your blood?"

eyes filled with madness.

He walked barefoot in the snow and approached the paladins.

I don't know how many people have killed the paladins of the Sun Church so far.

I didn't even want to remember.

If you kill it, you just enjoy the temperature of the blood as you kill it.

"My feet are cold. I want to warm my feet a little. Yes. let your blood be wet Then it will be warm."

"It's totally crazy. It's the commander's command. Kill him."

At that command, the Paladins moved in unison and surrounded Sable.

They were the paladins of the Sun Church, said to be the strongest among the 12 Churches.

Its power was widely known as being at a higher level than the Paladins of other denominations.

Such people have been united for years.

Sword Masters who were slain by their hands were not alone.

"Even so, be careful. The Paladins who were dispatched earlier were hit by that guy. Even if it is weakened, it is the sword of Zenith."

Paladins nodded their heads.

There was tension.

There were many who were outraged by the death of their previous colleagues, but they never expressed their emotions.

It is not too late to take revenge after killing.

Sable glanced at those enemies, then chuckled.

By the way ."

[Causal Reversal]

"Where are you looking?"

At those words, the captain of the Paladins opened their eyes.

As it is the highest level here, I noticed the discomfort faster than anyone else.

One is already too late.

"Bugs."

Whoa!

The heads of several paladins floated in the air.

Sable smiled madly as he felt the damp, warm blood of his blood.

"You are just worms."

The causality has already been distorted.

Sable only tilted his head back.

Dozens of paladins were bleeding and falling.

He smiled and looked at the heart in his hand.

As he clenched his fists and burst, hot blood ran down his hands and onto the backs of his feet.

I was stepping on the snow, so my feet felt cold, but it felt like something that was frozen was melting.

To feel that feeling, he stepped on the corpses for a while, enjoying the warmth of the blood.

warm. Feel so good. Let's just go back."

Sable left the corpses of the Paladins and walked back towards the headquarters of the Zenith Church.

My father gave a revelation.

The Revelation mentions a 'temple'.

Sable recalled last night's dream and accelerated.

"Jamie Wellton!!"

It wasn't long before I could tear his limbs apart.

* * *

"In the end, he ran away."

Yes. There were no traces other than the bodies of the paladins. Oh. There are reports of blood-stained footprints running around the corpse."

"It must be a bastard. okay. Go see."

When Suha left, Blazer organized the papers in front of her and pulled out a cigar from the drawer.

I don't like cigarettes very much, but I like the smell of cigars, so I sometimes bite my tongue.

No matches were needed.

As the sword of the sun, the power of fire was natural to him.

"Is this okay?"

Two days ago, Blazer had a dream.

It was no ordinary dream.

It is a dream that none other than his master had given him a revelation, so it cannot be commonplace.

[Send Zenith's sword.]

It was just one line of revelation, but Blazer took care of it.

In the process, the paladins were killed, but it was a good result as we also checked how much Sable's skill was present.

"You are strong, Sable."

He was locked up in the deepest part of the world without doing anything for 5 years, so it was normal to be weak.

It was right to not be able to stop the paladin's work and be caught.

However, not only did they stop their joint work, but they also killed everyone with overwhelming power.

"I would have broken through the wall in prison."

Sable was originally a master at the end of the Sword Master.

If such a person broke through the wall, it was certain that he had reached the state of grand.

There are only a handful of people who have reached the status of a Grand Master in the human realm.

Since even that had never been revealed, it was known that no one was present.

One more person was added to the supreme state.

The Blazers happily accepted it.

"You have one more enemy."

Why did the sun god command him to go?

But, no doubt.

There must be a good reason for God's choice, so all you have to do is follow it.

When Sable arrives at the headquarters of the Zenith Church, the war will also become visible in earnest.

Its scale is reminiscent of a World War, no, it will be a World War itself.

"It wouldn't be bad as the start of a world reset."

Blazer said so and looked at the long staff in front of him.

fresh killer.

It was a staff that was given by the sun god to kill the gods.

* * *

The day was bright.

Jamie woke up looking at the brightening sky.

I barely slept because of so many thoughts, but there was nothing more sleepy or anything like that.

Is it because the level was raised once yesterday?

I felt refreshed and went outside.

Since early morning, the inhabitants of Avalon have been busily roaming around.

Most of them were farmers, so when the sun rose, they went out to the fields, and when the sun went down, they went home and slept.

As I looked at the peaceful scenery, Heis came to mind.

Heis was the largest agricultural city in the Kingdom of Seldam, and there was a much larger farmland than here.

"It's been two months since I left Hiss."

I thought the time went by pretty quickly.

How are your families doing?

Are the disciples doing their training diligently?

I wondered if the magic world was running well.

Come to think of it, I haven't written a letter in recent years.

"Today, I should write a letter before I go to bed."

You should also ask your regards and report what you have learned here.

"Let's go for a walk."

There is nothing to do until Isis calls.

Bena and Behemoth may come, but they will find their way into their quarters.

Rather than that, Nell-Sharan, who suddenly appeared after the match with the Hawks yesterday, was annoying.

Why did she suddenly appear in front of me?

'Throwing nonsense.'

I knew that he was a class 9 archmage, but the way he spoke was as if he was dealing with a child.

On the other hand, I also had a question.

It wasn't even a high elf, and it was rare for a normal elf to reach class 9.

This is because high elves are a perfect race by nature, whereas normal elves are their sub-products.

Still, he inherited the characteristics of a high elf, so he was friendly with nature and friendly with spirits, but it was true that he was clumsy in magic.

However, it wasn't that his magic skills were falling.

It had reached the level of humans it is today, but it was far short of the proportion of the Archmage as the population was far smaller than that of humans.

By the way, Nel-Sharan was a class 9 archmage.

'It wasn't complete, but it's not too far behind compared to the current me.'

Especially the amount of mana she holds.

He didn't have multiple mana cores through the body breathing method like Jamie did, but he had a huge amount of mana in his body.

This could be seen as being innate with the mana core.

I wanted to have a serious conversation with her.

Modern magic has taught Jamie a lot.

So, what about elf magic?

They will also be very different from their previous lives.

"I hope it will be a good exchange."

Jamie murmured, looking at the distant mountains.

Then I bumped into something very hard.

Looking down, he saw a bundle of hair that reached only his waist.

To be precise, when I looked down from above, I could only see abundant hair.

The tall man raised his head.

Dark eyebrows, stubborn eyes, a large face of a two-headed level, and a small but very strong muscular body.

Finally, a hand and a hammer with rough calluses.

" ."

" ."

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

* * *

"Come in."

Ironreel roughly threw the hammer in his hand to the side, then took off his dirty gloves as well.

Jamie looked inside the forge and sat down in his seat.

"The blacksmith is nice."

"Stop talking nonsense. It's a mess for anyone to see."

I kept my mouth shut because it was true.

Then Ironlil looked back and said,

"Usually, it's really cool when this happens, don't you respond this way?"

" It's really cool."

"You don't need to lie down to receive me."

What do you mean?

I decided to just stay still.

Iron Reel went into what appeared to be the kitchen.

Woodang-tang, tang-tang-tang! The same loud noise was heard inside.

I came in to have breakfast together, but is that the sound of preparing breakfast normally?

An unfamiliar feeling of anxiety creeped up and I felt the urge to sneak out.

But as long as I'm here, I'm sure we'll meet again, so I didn't want to create an embarrassing situation for nothing.

Jamie got up and walked around the forge, looking at things.

I know that he is the exclusive blacksmith of Frontier, but it was a surprising level.

"Is this sword really okay?"

Still, it was Jamie who had a broken scud and no sword.

I didn't get permission, but I pulled out my sword.

It was a long sword that looked heavier than I thought, but when I held it in my hand, I hardly felt the weight.

There didn't seem to be any magical treatment. From the very beginning, attention was paid to light weight.

Even so, if it was this light, it was enough to hear the sound of a famous sword.

"What is it? Isn't it bad?

At that moment, Iron Lil's voice came from behind.

He didn't even know he had come because he was nervous about the sword.

Ironreel was approaching with a tray in his hand, making fun of his short legs.

The menu was simple sandwiches.

It's a bit harsh to say this on the subject of robbery, but was there such a fuss about making a sandwich?

"I like the sword."

"I heard that they are also called prosecutors I can't see black.

"It's broken. Because of some motherfucker."

Jamie put the sword in its original place and pondered for a moment.

Ironlil only evaluated this sword as 'not bad'.

I don't know much about swords, but wouldn't this be a masterpiece for the average blacksmith?

"You really don't think it's that bad?"

Well? Well, yes. It was a good choice for something that was made for fun."

The way he spoke, his expression, and his attitude seemed to be sincere.

The less skill you have, the more you want to show off, and when you reach that level, you don't have to show off your skills.

Today's Iron Reel was just that.

Jamie sat across the table and said to him.

"Let me ask you one thing."

"Is that the attitude of the person asking for it?"

"It is so. Let's just ask one thing.

Ironlil stared at impudent Jamie's face and smiled.

"If I had defeated the Hawks, I would have been a pretty strong warrior. I like strong guys, so I'll listen to that request first.

"A sword, please."

"Take that one. Give it as a gift."

"It's great, but it sounds like you can make something far greater than that."

"Now twice. That's all I saw yesterday. But why do I have to make such a precious sword?"

"I will pay for it."

"I don't really need money. After all, all materials are provided here. Please suggest something else."

"Are you interested in the ingredients?"

ingredient? Hmm. It depends on the material, but I've touched all sorts of rare things.

"What about Dragon Heart?"

The iron reel, who had been slicing the sandwich with a fork and knife unsuitably, stopped slicing.

He lifted his head and looked into Jamie's face.

" do you have it?"

"I will give you a chance to smelt Dragon Heart, so please make a sword suitable for me."

Jamie took out a dragon heart from subspace.

It was a dragon heart in a neat shape that was not used at all.

Ironlil looked at it and his eyes widened and his mouth widened as if he had seen something he couldn't see.

As he tried to touch the Dragon Heart, Jamie pushed him back into subspace.

Dragon Heart is one of the world's most valuable treasures.

No, not even one hand.

At least three fingers.

No matter how great a blacksmith, he would not have been able to touch this easily.

No, there was a high possibility that he couldn't even look at it apart from touching it.

"Because you've seen it yourself, you know it's not a fake, right? It's a perfect dragon heart with no damage. Is this enough to make a deal?"

Ironlil made a worried expression for a moment, and then said with a smirk.

"I can't stand the Dragon Heart."

- Continued on next episode -