Chapter 295

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When I realized, the rain outside was coming down again. The way it came down is not very different from yesterday’s rain. Reflecting that, the air in the living room is gloomy.

“Well.”

I said it bright enough to shake off the air.

“Do you want to work”

“At a time like this?

When I said it, Thermia pinched the question.

“Too little information yet. I couldn’t help but be afraid of what I didn’t know. When I say this, I only concentrate on my work and force myself to change my mind.”

It’s also the trick I’ve spent ten years ung in black livestock in the previous world. I can’t deny that you’ve been treated like a good person.

With one sigh, I opened the blacksmith’s door.

I put a flame in the flame floor and furnace, and my family starts getting ready for work. Anne watched closely.

“… do you want to help?

“Is that okay?

“Well, for today, if you mean a simple one,”

“Okay!

Anne replied with a clear face, blowing away the pungent atmosphere.

I give Rike instructions.

“Then give Mr. Anne an apron.”“Okay, parent.”

Aprons are only of normal human size, so they are “sticky,” but at least they are covered, so that’s fine.

“Then I’ll have it moulded. Liddy, tell him.”

“Yes.”

Liddy’s thin hand takes the clay and presses it against the male shape. Fluffy movements are as if they were playing an instrument.

Meanwhile, Anne began the same task by imitating the appearance. This hand is slightly larger. You don’t have to say twice as much as Liddy, it’s different for adults and children.

Whatever it looks like, it belongs to a normal woman, but hands much different in size only push the clay into the mold lavishly.

Me and Rike saw it and got to work on it. The plan today is to use a knife first with sheet metal and then a mould and a sword.

Thermia said with a long pattern of iron covered with melted iron. It makes sense to teach Anne, and it’s usually dangerous because it’s of a temperature that exceeds 1,000 degrees.

Thermia gently pours the contents of the pattern into the mold. Bright red iron was already swallowed up in the mold as it stood up the smoke.

After placing until slightly cooled, the mold was removed and lightly beaten with hammer. The clay, hardened by the heat of melted iron, in the kachicoti, thereby collapsing with polarity.

The core of the sword was not completely cooled, and it was so hot that it could not yet be held by hand that it was grabbed and lifted with yatco.

“… well, what do you say?

I’ve heard Anne on her fearful, upbeat (though not very upbeat because of her height).

“Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I’ll have to have a hard time finishing this.”

When I said that laughing nicely, Anne said, “Yay!,” he said, hi-touching with Liddy.

The important thing is to say “always” like this. From now on, every trouble will be waiting, but I have to protect this “always”.

With that in mind, I shook a hammer down my sword to take a burr that would really happen.