29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

"Well, this is..."

Zontark shrugged and gazed at himself.

A one-handed sword with the opposite from the inside of the torso toward the tip of the blade. The pattern has a knuckle guard.

What I gave Zontark was a 'transcendental' cavalry sabel.

The material is steel, and the decorations are of actual specifications to a minimum.

"It's for light cavalry. Powerful for slashing or swinging down in a stationary state without rubbing. It should be more powerful than the current straight sword, so try to run an experiment."

That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna build up a dokadoka and a sabel on a big table. That number thirty swings.

I looked at all the weapons in this world and thought, basically, the sword in this world is a straight sword. There is almost no such thing as a curved knife.

No, I'm not saying a song knife is superior to a straight sword, but at least if you're going to use it on horses, a song knife like a sabel will bring the sharpness to life.

With a straight sword, whatever you poke, the power when you slash it really drops.

If we're going to have a white soldier battle in the cavalry, then Sabel should be pretty helpful. From now on, we will still be running critical tests and deploying in action in time.

"Okay, let's arrange it quickly. So, as an example, the date was set a week later. Here's a detailed schedule."

Look through the schedule.

For the first time in more than fifty years, brave men are found in the kingdom of Calendyl, thus performing the revelations and observance ceremonies of brave men in the name of. At the same time, the announcement of material matters shall also be made.

They're putting that kind of proclamation out all over the kingdom of Calendyl even today.

It would appear that other countries will make declarations today with the same content.

Other schedules for the day are detailed.

Roughly departs from the royal castle and marches to the new city. Then in the new town, I and Marr unveil, announce the flood and return from the new town to the royal castle.

"How much freedom do I and Marr have after the announcement?

"Basically, you'll have them act with the army and the Knights and crusade demons around the King's Capital"

"You're welcome to work for free. And I'm going to build a massive quantity of high-quality weapons to bottom up my overall battle power, so let me make sure I have the time to create them."

"Oh, of course that... that you can mass produce weapons of such high quality?

That's what Zontark says and sees the pile of sabels piled up on the table.

"I'll be the only one who can make it, so arrange for a craftsman to make it. It's not even that much trouble if you're just going to make a spear and a sword full of yourself. It's the most troublesome thing to do. This is the sample."

That's what I said, three strikes at a time, a long sword and a short sword, and three more long spears on the table.

They are all 'transcendental' quality delicacies.

"And then you can tally and list the number of people who can handle magic fire and the weapons you use. I'll build weapons on those people with a misrill. You'll arrange these weapons materials over there, won't you?

"Oh, oh... ok"

Zontark replied that way as he put his hand on his chin and thought.

So I decided to stick to one condition.

"I'll set the price at the price of conscience. However, there are conditions for supplying these weapons. Don't monopolize the kingdom of Calendil alone, supply other countries as well. Whether you supply it free of charge or not, I'm not telling you not to use it as a political card. Just let me go as far as I can and make one less victim. This is my wish too."

"... what if I didn't protect you?

"You want to hear it?

Me and Zontark stared at each other for a while.

Every weapon I build incorporates a magical landmark. Yeah, it's a secret tracking stamp that was also used to track me one day.

Secret stamping is closer to academia and knowledge than to skill. It's relatively easy to use as long as you know how it works, and it came to mind with blacksmith level 3 and how to create an activator weapon when acquired.

The weapon I made incorporates its secret seal. At a useless level if you cut it off.

If Zontark, or the kingdom of Calendil, ignores my request, I plan to use it to slap all the weapons around.

Zontark sighed like he had lost his roots.

"Do you mind if my country gets more supplies?

"That's about as good. I'll take care of the additions and subtractions around here, won't I, professional?

"Oh, I'll take care of it"

That's what Zontark laughs at.

This guy's face with a nigga laugh is a bad guy's face that's not weird anywhere he puts it out. I think I'm going to say "as planned" or something.

I'll be careful, too. This guy can be a business partner, but it's a dangerous deal to have full confidence.

"I will make it on a steep pitch when it comes to fillings, so please provide the material as soon as possible"

Of course, Lord Brave.

Me and Zontark shook hands hard.

"That's why it came to light a week later. So, we're going to have to order armor for the day now."

"I just made a new one the other day."

Marr glanced over the schedule he had received from Zontark and laughed bitterly.

I think so too. I even used fifty gold coins in the corner. Good luck with that.

"Regardless of your defense, it looks like one now."

The layering of troll hide armor and misrill chainmail is plain because it looks just leather armor gear.

I have a license from Zontark that allows me to screw the country, so I don't need to put threads on the gold.

Let's just say we go all the way around the protective equipment store in the wall before we go to Mr. Peron's.

"Ooh, every time."

"Every time, is Mr. Perron here?

I looked all the way around the protective equipment store in the wall and Marl and I reached the peron protective equipment store.

Mr. Ritz throws a sharp gaze at my words.

"What can I do for you? I'm not doing my job."

"No, because I don't want it. I have Marl."

"What the fuck?!? Are you telling me you're not attracted to my boss?

"Peronza! Come on. Hurry up!

Ignore Mr. Ritz, who doesn't make sense, and call Mr. Perón out loud.

At that moment, the door behind the counter opened vigorously and something flew in and hit Mr. Ritz in the head.

unrefined iron ore. I don't think this is going to spill, is it gag correction or is it sturdy from the beginning? Mr. Ritz hasn't shed a drop of blood just stuck on the counter.

"I'm always sorry about the idiot pawn owner. So, what's going on today? I just maintained the armor last time, and it's Dagger's delivery again?

That's what Mr. Perón said. He saw the newly installed dagger corner next to the counter.

Looks like some of the daggers I delivered have already sold and I have some free space.

"Looks like you're selling well."

"That'll sell. If he's got some kind of fat eyes, he'll buy it right away."

That's what Mr. Perón laughed at. Um, I don't know if this smile will do it to me.

I think Mr. Ritz is a little too busy.

"My business today is to order armor. I want you to pursue your performance to its limits while maintaining your gorgeous appearance. My share sounds like a brave man, and Marl's share still feels like a princess."

Mr. Peron gave me a strange look on my order. That would be right, the content of the order is what it is.

"What's the budget and deadline?

"I'll use it in a week, so I guess within six days. The budget is here."

I'll show Mr. Perron the license I left from Zontark.

Mr. Peron received his immunity with the eye of what the hell, and he gave me a surprised look.

Scratch what's written on the warrant and say, "Taishi Mitzvah and Mar are the brave men and their servants approved by the kingdom, so elaborate on these people and make what they want, and the country will have the gold."

"I thought you weren't the only one... heh"

That's what Mr. Peron sees me as a giddy from toe to top of my head.

Mr. Ritz would stuffy himself with this licking glance, but I just feel uncomfortable.

I don't have any hobbies to be bored from being seen by boulders. It would be nice to see it.

"But is it okay with us? There are more luxury stores in the walls than ours."

"Of course I've seen it. I thought Mr. Perron was the best."

"That would be an honor. I knew you had eyes."

That's what Mr. Peron laughs at.

Niyally and invincibly laughing toddler (tentatively), somehow looks like the rarest equinox in the world.

"What's the material? Heavy but high in magic and physical defense, black steel, light and well-balanced misrills, tear-free heavy but magically amplified crystals, one of these. I don't care what the processing thinks, I can't do it in time."

"I prefer to be made of Mithril!

"Um, I'd like crystals with magic amplification effects, too. I'd like to be light, too. That's a misrill."

"Right, you look good and given your purpose, Mithrill would be good. You seem to prefer light armor."

Mr. Perron agreed with me and Marr.

I remember the size of the armor when adjusting and maintaining it, so they don't have to re-measure it.

They'll also come up with ideas so they can lay it with a misrill chain. Thank you.

"Well, I did take care of it. Bring it to the mansion if you can."

Then me and Marr bought ore, herbs and other materials at the commercial guild and came back to the mansion.

And from there it is already the days of production.

Create even Sabels, Longswords, Shortswords, or Longspear tips.

I shook the hammer carelessly and shook it all over me.

Rest when you're tired, snooze with Marl or exchange magic.

Marl formulates a variety of magic drugs at Marl. But he's got some ideas, and he seems to be making quite a few recovery pills and stacking them up.

Recently, Marl's recovery pills also seemed to have 'good' and 'high quality' objects.

Occasionally he seems to go out to a commercial guild to make requests for delivery. They're funding that and accumulating recovery pills.

No, I really associate it with the array of the original world. 'Cause we're doing this together. Stop!

And when the sun goes down, we'll have dinner, take a bath and step on Mabel - get a massage.

I feel suspicious about Mabel's eyesight massaging me lately. I'm sure it's your fault.

Of course I snuggle with Marl at night.

I end up using the origin magic from either side. It's so haunting, it sucks.

Or I think I'm beginning to understand the meaning of the name Harihara Magic. The act itself is, in a way, already itself.

Until now, they just weren't conscious because they didn't know it existed, and if they did, they wouldn't get away with it anymore.

And this magic, the more magic we exchange with each other, the more efficient it becomes. The first day I finally exchanged about 5 MPs a minute, but now I can still take 30 a minute.

And then I can't tell you for sure because I can't grasp Marl's MP numerically, but if we circulate MP at the same rate as each other, the MP is probably amplified.

In other words, if you use the Origen magic to circulate MP to each other, the MP recovers quickly. It's a lot harder to keep reason though.

Other surprisingly, magic could be expressed by configuring it to use magic and releasing concentrated magic through marl.

By passing Marl's right hand from my left hand and releasing the magic concentrated to express the magic from Marl's left hand.

However, this seems to make me feel pretty bad, and Marl's face was turning bright blue. But he somehow figured out what it felt like to use magic because of it.

Maybe we can make Marl remember the magic this way. It seems to be burdensome, so it's on hold for a while.

And the day of the revelation.

"Ooh. You're like a princess, Marl."

"Because I'm a princess! Mr. Taishi is like a brave man."

"You're a brave man!

That's what you two laugh at.

Me and Marl were dressed in Miss Perron's made, misrilled armor, waiting for us in the front hall of the mansion.

What I'm equipped with is sheet metal armor that shines on silver.

The main part is covered with misthrilled sheet metal armor, while the indirect part is covered with misthrilled chainmail to enhance the overall defense of the body.

How heroic the design was, the breast plate was embedded with some blue ore.

This ore, the floating stone we saw in the warehouse of the commercial guild before, was refined. They also say the name is Floating Stone as it is.

The weight of the armor can be reduced by producing less, more expensive, but planted in armor.

In fact, even though it's sheet metal armor, it feels lighter than a troll hide armor.

Marl is equipped with a green glossy misrill armor.

Even so, Mithril Armor only covers the minimum parts necessary such as the chest and belly.

At first glance, it just covers some of the beautiful dresses with armor. But this dress is actually a crook.

This dress is not just made of silk or anything like that, it is a misrilled mesh woven with threaded misrils.

It's more defensive than bad sheet metal armor, and the technique that imparts the magic of physical defense up to the lining is knitted, so if you suck, it's harder than my misrill armor.

And the circlet I made shines on my forehead.

This is an excellent way to detect attacks and automatically deploy defensive barriers. That said, it does not generate such a strong defensive barrier.

The extent of Goblin's attack would prevent it without any problems, but not Troll's.

Well, it's like a helmet replacement.

Marl seemed to like it quite a bit, simply as an accessory, and the day I gave it to him, he was grinning all day. The evening service was also amazing. I thought they'd suck it all up.

By the way, I'm worried about whether or not to use Marl's Mithrill Armor in action.

For what reason? Because it's too conspicuous, in many ways.

"Dear Hall, Your Grace the Marquis has arrived"

"Okay, I'm coming"

"I'm coming!

"Take care!

Mr. Jack and Mabel, Flam will drop you off and leave the mansion behind.

Flam didn't speak a word, but he was quietly bowing his head. I guess there's still some complicated part to it.

I'm communicating properly, though. Although I haven't touched it in any sexual sense.

Or none of the skinships. Speaking of which, Mabel's been nostalgic for me lately, is it because she's taking the skinship right? A one-sided skinship, though.

Um, thank you. Don't get in trouble for saying they're just adult women and skinny. Should I think about something?

Well, maybe there's a part of me that unconsciously avoids me, too, because the encounter is an encounter and then a history.

This can't be it, I figured we'd think of something.

"No, what is this? I feel so subtle."

"Haha, because I'm not actually new to this kind of thing! But I know how it feels."

Me and Marr were marching along the Wang capital Alphen in a luxurious two-headed carriage with the cavalry.

The cavalry around us is lowering their sabels on their hips. That's what I gave Zontark.

Many were gazing and cheering at the brave and their squire, but some of the adventurers and craftsmen were looking at the unfamiliar sword the cavalry was lowering to their hips.

We are a complete spectacle.

Or the marl next door is too gorgeous for me to stand out. I don't have a choice!

It can't be inconspicuous because Marl, who is so cute, is wearing dress-tailored poor armor.

Whatever heroic design armor I'm wearing, the contents are normal. I don't think it's that insignificant, but it's not handsome to flatter.

That's okay, I... I wouldn't want any more if Marl loved me.

"Is that the brave one? I don't know. It's a bump."

"The kid next door is so cute. Become my girlfriend more than such an impudent man!

Ahhh!? What the hell are you talking about, Cora?

"Wow, those eyes are definitely killing some people"

"That's" Troll Crushing, "right?

"What's that?"

"They can beat Troll to death with their bare hands"

"Gahaha! You're absolutely lying. That wwww"

"You've got a lot to talk about. Bring me more deceptive stuff!

"No, I was crushing Mace with my bare hands before this. Seriously."

"" "What, that's scary" "

See, this is it.

I feel like I've made a lot of mistakes, but I think I've kept it dignified.

After the march and the unveiling, it will be presented in the central square within the wall.

Within the walls there is a vast central square. It seems to be a place where presentations on national affairs and so on have traditionally been made.

The new town has a square of the same size, but that's called the new square.

It seemed that many nobles, including royalty, were present on this occasion. I can also see King Calendil. Would the rest be priests? I can also see the old men in that kind of costume.

And the announcement began.

In reclining rhetoric, he was introduced to the fact that a brave man had been found in this country for more than fifty years, my name, and the fact that he was a rigid man who had slaughtered three trolls alone and had two names, "Troll Crushing", even though it had not been long since he became an adventurer.

Next, here's Marr's introduction to me, who's holding back next to me. To say that it is Marriel-Blanc-Miscronia, the first princess of the neighbouring country, who works as a valiant squire.

And Princess Marriel first princess is commissioned to follow one fatherland, to find me, the brave one, and to introduce me as a beauty story about 200% more watered than fact.

And when the Kingdom of Calendil gives its full support to this valiant Princess Tysi and Princess Marriel, who has also become the First Princess of the Kingdom of Misscronia and the Virgin of the Divine.

I wonder if this announcing old man can eat as a bard.

It's like I'm listening to someone else's story.

"Ku...... Bu fu!

"Hey, Mr. Taishi, it's cheating! I'm desperately laughing, too!

Marl blames me cleverly for not moving his expression and mouth, which I couldn't stand spraying.

The Virgin of the Divine Consort or something is crazy.

It's too new for the Virgin or something to taste good on the first day we met, when she flexed the Inn humans and unconscious the brave back and forth. All I can say is that there is a serious mistake in the word 'cause'.

(laughs) I'm a brave guy, too, to be allowed to rely on a light solution. Nice combo.

I'm done talking and cheering.

I squirted and accidentally responded with my hands up to the people with the grin intact. Uh, abdominal pain.

It is followed by a word from the king.

"Citizens of Alfen, the king's capital! Today, there's another reason we've got everyone together! Listen to my words!

Whether it was the king's original voice or using magic or something, the king began his speech with a strangely resounding voice.

"The commissioning went down when there was a flood about two months later!

The people quieted back for a moment to the king's word, and began suddenly to bother.

The intent gradually turns to anger, filling the square and starting to rock.

The moment the anger in the square tried to turn into panic, the roar echoed in the square. Apparently, the king gave instructions and let something like a bronze clang ring.

"Don't guide me, people! We have something that wasn't in the flood earlier! It's the Fourth Wall with the Brave!

The popular agitation subsides in the king's words.

Having been satisfied with the way it was, the king, Karendil XXXI, nodded satisfactorily and continued his words.

"Beginning tomorrow, I will take twice as many rewards as I have ever had for those engaged in building the Fourth Wall! In addition, those who contributed to the construction of the walls will receive separate praises! You can find out more at the bureau, commercial guild, and adventurer guild! Rise up for all, for your families, for those you love! We all defend the kingdom of Calendyl, including the rest!

Cheers are raised for the king's words, and voices are raised everywhere again: long live the kingdom, long live His Majesty.

Thus, the Kingdom of Calendil began to move in earnest towards the Great Flood.