Chapter 220

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 220

＃When I returned, my family was ruined (221)

Whoop!

It seems to open a space connected to the Land of Fire.

Lorotia began to gather her breath. The blazing flames slowly began to take shape. Soon she spoke to Muradni.

[Stay back.]

Although it was protecting me from the heat, what I was about to reveal was the monarch’s flames, enough to melt the metal of a god.

There was no way to completely protect it from this level of heat.

Normally, the fire spirit, as a spirit that deals with flames, was stronger in the offensive aspect than in the support and defensive aspect.

As a monarch, she could be said to be even more biased.

In a space already filled with heat, a haze began to rise only around the monarch.

How much heat does it have?

gulp.

Muradni swallowed his saliva without realizing it and carefully stepped back.

Lorotia exhaled at the metal placed on the frame where flames were blazing.

Phew!

Blue flames engulfed all the metal.

Support!

Ta-dak!

Fierce sparks sprang up around Ardenheit, as if resisting the flames.

‘It’s not called God’s metal for nothing.’

How can you resist your own breath against a mere metal subject? However, ever since she was ‘chosen’ as a monarch, Lorotia had never thought that anything in this world could not melt.

That was confidence, not arrogance.

Whoa!

As the heat grew stronger, the metal slowly began to flutter, as if it could no longer hold on. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In the end, that fate was decided.

The melted metal, like sticky slime, fit perfectly into the frame on the floor and ended up being thrown away.

[Finished.]

“Thank you, my monarch.”

Muradni bowed his head politely and approached the frame. Ardenheit, which fit perfectly into the frame, was shining brightly like the Milky Way.

Muradni’s eyes were sparkling as he looked at it. In addition to the best equipment, we were also provided with the best working environment.

As the world’s greatest blacksmith, this project had to succeed.

Even if it’s just so you don’t doubt yourself. As time passed, the metal melted inside the frame slowly began to harden.

The basic shape has been created. He pulled out the solidified metal using tongs made of flame and lifted the hammer.

The quality of the finished product will vary depending on how precisely the power is distributed. The craftsman’s eyes were suddenly burning with the will to create a masterpiece.

“Then let us begin.”

Kang!

* * *

Muradni continued working for three days without eating a single thing. The fruits of our efforts were slowly revealing themselves.

Ardenheit is full of refreshing blue light, like something flowing from the ocean.

The metal, which had received the breath of the monarch and withstood the hammering of the best blacksmith, was slowly emitting a mysterious light.

“It looks like… a cluster of stars.”

Ilya let out an exclamation.

The melted Ardenheit lost its coolness like sea water, but was slowly starting to take on a muted color like the night sky. If it were just that, the impression that it was nothing special would not have emerged.

Due to the Dwarf King’s endless hammering, the magic inherent in the metal spread evenly throughout the sword body. As for its magical power, it still maintained its original refreshing color without discoloration.

A lump of mana evenly gathered all over the place. As if blue stars spread out splendidly in the sky on a dark night.

The body of the newly born new sword…

looked like a miniature version of the Milky Way. I have lived for a long time and have witnessed countless beautiful scenes, but…

‘There is no comparison.’

okay.

There was no comparison.

The sword body was only 2m long. This was also made as a greatsword, so it was long. At most, it contains more than just the beauty of Mother Nature in its size.

Who would have thought that a mere sword would overwhelm the beauty of the natural world.

Ardenheit, where the power of mana was spread evenly throughout the sword body through endless hammering, looked more beautiful and noble than any night sky she had ever witnessed.

dark sword body.

A flow of mana that sparkles like starlight.

What would happen if peacocks were mixed with pure white flames? Wouldn’t that be a scene like a painting?

Ilya’s face naturally turned red.

Because the Duke in my imagination was a knight who suited that beautiful sword body better than anyone else.

Suddenly, her eyes turned to Ysera next to her. The reason the gaze was directed was simple. This was because the woman sitting next to him had a red face just like him.

I didn’t think much of her before. I was thinking roughly that he really likes peacocks. In fact, it had to be that way. At that time, he thought of the duke as a close friend with whom he shared friendship.

It was amazing at first.

It was as if he had completely penetrated his mind and pulled out items he was researching or had imagined.

After that, I thought we had strengthened our friendship. No one knew that he was half-human except Melaisis.

At some point, I felt that my thoughts about leaving after a while observing the peacock had completely changed.

I didn’t want to leave the duchy.

I wanted to sit down forever.

Only then did I find out.

The fact that he felt very lonely after living in the dungeon for a long time.

I thought I had lived a not bad life in my own way, acting as an old man who knew everything about the world and dealing with humans as the ruler of a dungeon. Her short life in the duchy completely changed her values.

I liked Elena, who called me every now and then, gave me all kinds of food, and looked after me as if she were her younger sister, and I also liked a girl named Sylvia who tried to take care of me from time to time, even though it seemed like she didn’t.

I was able to interact with the Gailan administrator from time to time through the production of magic items, and I was able to become close friends with the members of the Dragon Slayer Corps through the production of ‘Dragon Potion’.

Is it because I lived like a child? Everyone in the duchy liked him. She felt happy about that too.

Because the girl’s appearance was when she received the most love from her parents.

It was as if it proved that my parents’ love was real. There was no longer a need to live the role of a ‘old-fashioned’ old man.

In any case, Ilya’s mental age itself was not that high compared to the years he had lived. I guess I’ve been living in clothes that don’t fit for a long time.

As my life changed, my mind seemed to become younger.

happy.

All of this was achieved thanks to the duke, who did not care at all about his true appearance. I was grateful for that.

Because half-humans were one of the beings that were ostracized wherever they went.

I thought it was just that kind of feeling.

I thought there was no need to be greedy anymore.

At some point, I found myself emotionally fluctuating with each of the duke’s actions.

Since when did that start?

I think it started when the archbishop invaded the elves’ territory.

When a group of transcendents, including Duke Himos, appeared. When you are unintentionally left out of that battle.

I understood it in my heart.

Although he is called an archmage, his specialty is crafting, not combat. If you face a battle mage of the same level, you will most likely lose.

There must be a big difference between a battle wizard who has experienced all kinds of battles and a person who only made items in a closet.

The duke must have known that fact. So you probably didn’t bother calling yourself.

Ilya also knew that it was definitely a reasonable choice.

However, the first thought that came to mind after finding out

was… fear.

A peacock who grows without knowing any limits.

In comparison, he was still just in his place.

Things like this will become more and more common.

Then I might forget it.

Originally, memories were engraved more deeply the more we did the same thing together in one space.

When touring the cities of the duchy.

That was the reason why I said something like a half-confession to the duke. Looking at it calmly, it is difficult to help the Duke, a transcendent man, in a combative manner.

It would be nice if it didn’t get in the way.

Wasn’t it enough to focus on just one field you were good at?

It was right to focus on production.

However, I was a little afraid that if I did that, I might forget myself. I don’t want you to forget me.

I spoke to the Duke with courage that I don’t know where I got it from. The duke’s answer I heard at that time had its own positive meaning. Only then was Ilya able to focus on magic.

Only after becoming aware of my own feelings like that did I start to worry little by little about the other women in the duchy. In particular, the person I was most concerned about was Lee Sera.

She is the woman who shows her emotions most actively.

In particular, the emotions that filled me every time I looked at the Duke were so intense that even someone who was insensitive could not ignore them.

Unlike herself, she was a truly bold woman. It wasn’t just about being reckless. She was the daughter of a duke who was said to be one of the most famous families, and not only did she have outstanding abilities, but she also had a beautiful appearance.

‘…He’s quite young.’

The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was better at nothing. To put it bluntly, isn’t there a difference in feelings between a person over 100 years old and a young person under 20 years old?

It was unfair.

Why would a woman like that, who is called the queen of society, like a duke?

‘A loner like me can’t have everything he wants…’

No matter how you look at it, it’s a matchup you can’t win. If you can’t have it, it’s better….

[I think I can engrave a circuit with this amount.]

“…I see.”

Before my thoughts became even darker, I was awakened by the voice of the Fire Lord in my ear. I saw Muradni sweating profusely.

The three-day journey seemed like an arduous process even for the king of the dwarves, who had a body like iron.

“Huh…now it’s your turn, leader.”

[Thank you for your hard work.]

The leader approached the sword and opened the lid of a small bottle.

Chi-ik!

Red liquid covered the entire sword body. Soon, mana swirled over his hands. A huge amount of mana began to seep into Ardenheit. Ilya’s eyes sparkled when she saw that.

The reason I accompanied him to the Land of Fire was to witness and learn with my own eyes the cult leader’s circuit abilities.

‘For sure…’

The leader was a great expert.

A wizard who has reached a level so high that he cannot even be compared to himself. It was truly foolish to miss the opportunity to learn simply because of being a dragon. Especially in a situation where there is a woman right next to him who can be called a strong competitor.

Ilya began to observe the flow of magic power of the cult leader without even taking a breath.