115 Lesson 114

The back of the store was not the same wide as the exterior of the shop on the table. I also saw the entrance to the workshop, but I was led to my home, not you.

"Look, you can have some tea."

I was led to the living room, and after waiting on the couch for a while, the scented tea was served to both of us.

"Thank you...... hmm, smells good. They use good tea leaves."

"Oh, hey, you know what I mean? This was purposefully taken from another country. When it comes to Dwarf drinks, alcohol is normal, so there was no one at all who could tell how good this was. Look, keep drinking. Let's get you some cookies for tea."

When the Dwarf man went to the kitchen, he returned with the cookies on a plate. The teapot was dressed with tea cozee and was felt to have strong restraints against tea.

"So, I was just talking..."

Aotearoa tries to get to the point, but the Dwarf man and Deena were thrilled about the tea story. He's also happy that Deena has someone to talk to about tea.

"I've got a thing for this teapot too, I'm using something made of glass!

"Uh, that's good. It's so fun to see the tea leaf movement inside. I used silver at home, but it tastes good, but I can't see inside it is a bit..."

"No, I used a pot of silver at first, too. It just so happens that some merchant I know found me this pot of glass. It was pretty expensive, but at first glance I bought it instantly."

Aotearoa's words didn't seem to reach the two ears, so he took a breather and waited for the story to paragraph one while eating the cookies served to tea contracts in the first place.

"Oh, hey, I'm glad you're someone who understands the story. I've never been so passionate about tea."

"Me too! Many people don't care about reason if it's delicious..."

"Can we get down to business?

Aeta spoke out anticipating that the long lasting tea rigging had calmed down.

"Ah? Uh, sorry... I totally forgot"

"I'm sorry, so am I."

The two apologized to Aotearoa with a bumpy face.

"Fine, it looks like you two broke it down. Because it's true that you could have had some delicious tea."

"Wow, I'm sorry. It would help if you could say that."

The Dwarf man raised his head again as he scratched his head.

"Then we'll get back to the original story. As for the knife, could you create it with me? If you were his descendant, you wouldn't have a problem with power. It may be the other one, but the weapon I made for the alchemist in the Elf Country was also brilliant."

He had something in mind about Aotearoa's words, and the Dwarf man was nodding.

"Then maybe he's my grandfather. I've heard you were building weapons in Elf Country. There are rarely any odd dwarves in that country who do blacksmiths."

The Dwarf man told us about it, nostalgic for the old days.

"Well, it seemed to me that the skill to create that one was also high. It's not true that his grandson had a high level of weaponry that he saw flying by the time he came to this room."

"That... was something I used to create, but I haven't done it at all lately. No matter how many things you create, they all only look at me as a colored eyeglass: a descendant of a brave man. I'm not a progeny of the brave. I took over after my father, and I took over Laugo's name, but my name is only Antogal!

Antogal remembered his anger at the surrounding reactions he had received so far, which were overwhelming and motivating.

"Then it's just fine, the knife I want to make is something I couldn't have achieved by creating with Laugo. I can't create it if it's the equivalent of Laugo's technology. It's not Laugo I'm looking for, it's someone with the technology, talent, and creativity to go beyond it. That's, Antogal. You're the only one!

Aotearoa stood up and hit her own thoughts as she grabbed Antogal's shoulder.

"Ugh, but I..."

Antogal can no longer stand Ethereal's sharp gaze and his eyes swim.

"I don't even think about blaming you because I couldn't create anything else. I'd like to try some possible ways. If I combine with you, I can give you that chance, I think so."

How powerful Antogal actually was, it wasn't weighable by Ethereum, but intuition created it with this man, and he was about to complain so.

"No, um, but I..."

Aeta decided to change the incision against Antogal, who wouldn't boil it off.

"Then let's talk about something else. Let's start with the weapon I want to create. It's a weapon by the name of a knife, but there's this in the words that describe the characteristics of this. It doesn't break, it doesn't bend, it slashes well"

"It doesn't break, it doesn't bend... is that possible? You know, not breaking means being supple. But not bending means you have the hardness. It's supple and hard, I can't think of any metal like that... that would be soft..."

Antogal put his arms together and thought about it.

"I have a solution to that. I have a secret about the method. It's just... I tried to create it with Laugo a thousand years ago in a way that was close to it, but the result was just that I had the contradiction I showed you earlier. This isn't bad, but it wasn't what I was looking for."

That's what I said, I put sixteen nights on the table. The plates, cups, etc. that were on the table were cleaned up by Deena while they were talking.

"This is the name of sixteen nights, well I showed it earlier. After my trial and error, Laugo and I dutifully bumped into each other with everything we had, and this was what we eventually stumbled upon. This is a kind of so-called demon sword, and what I want to make is something I can use even in a limited state. And as you can see from this sashimi, there are no blade marks, and there is no contradiction, or a lump close to the sword."

Aotearoa was narrowing her eyes as she looked at herself.

"I think this is splendid, but I don't know if you're convinced, but I think I can tell."

Antogal also looked at sixteen nights and seemed to have something to feel.

"Oh, that's why I want to create something convincing."

Aotearoa said so, looking into Antogal's eyes again.