A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

The outer edge of the town of Speranza. “It”, which was constructed to line the northeastern corner, appeared to be a giant rectangular box made of soil next to it.

Many chimneys protrude from the part that touches the roof, exhaling smoke in large quantities. Although glass windows are fitted for lighting purposes, many of the building materials are made of soil, which is the workshop of dwarves.

Regardless of the chimney and windows, the walls are thick, considering the noise to the surroundings. The foundation of the building is made of fireproof bricks, which are further soiled and hardened by the Dwarf's power, making it much more robust than the walls of towns and villages where defense is weak.

In the end, we expect houses to be built around us. The entrance to the workshop is made of wood, but the doors are triple. In addition, it is a thorough attempt to set up earthen walls around the workshop to enhance sound insulation. Even if the enemy attacked him, the dwarves built a thick earthen wall that was strong enough to fight the cage castle if they escaped inside.

The workshop has a slightly lower ceiling due to the assumption that dwarves will use it, but it takes a height to the extent that it is not difficult to shake a tree, etc. It's a lot of space for the dwarves to work with even 30 people, and if you include a warehouse or break room to store the materials, it's nearly several times the size of Reurus' home.

(I don't feel like my house and workshop are the only decent buildings in this town... well, the dwarfs are happy, and this is part of the reward, okay...)

Reurus, who visited such a newly completed workshop, thought about it as he was guided inside.

The workshop was completed and commissioned, so we quickly built Reurus weapons and armor. Unlike when I made Dragon Slash before, this time the time limit is not strict. Reus had to go to King's Landing, but there was still time to spare.

That's why it's possible for Dwarves like Calvin to focus on blacksmithing until they're convinced.

However, due to the limited number of people required to make weapons and armor this time, Dwarves who are “not involved” in the production are encouraged to make fields around the town in order to exude anger. Even a fast dwarf is self-absorbed in the field, so the pace will be unprecedented.

"Well then, Reus, come over here...."

Reurus is prompted by Meer and guided to the corner of the workshop. There was a space partitioned with cloth, and when Mea pulled out the belt with the scale, her face turned bright red and diverted.

"So, uh... uh, clothes? I want you to take it off...."

"Ah, the size of the body... you're measuring the size?"

Materials and craftsmanship are also important when making weapons and armor, but so is the user's “physical information”.

Naturally, even if the equipment was made that did not fit the size, there was a feeling of discomfort when wearing it, and in the worst case, it could not even be equipped. In addition, even with weapons, if the “center of gravity” is not determined taking into account height, length of hands, etc., routing may be difficult.

Reurus had his Dragon Slash and armor made before, but he was taller and had muscles compared to the time. For this reason, it is necessary to measure again and make the dimensions appropriate to the body.

― ― It was questionable whether Mea needed to be in charge of the measurement as a realuse.

"Mr. Reurus, if you measure like this, your muscles are so strong... wow..."

"I used to be thinner... but when I became an adventurer, I ran around in my armor, swinging my sword, it became natural."

Meea takes off her jacket and measures the rearview around her arms and torso that she only wore her underwear. Compared to the old days, Reurus thinks it really has muscles, but it's not what I wanted to wear, but it's what I naturally wear during the fight.

The supple, yet “muscle-covered” body of Reurus, like a wild beast, is different in thickness than when it arrived in the abandoned city of Laval. It has little fat and is a chunk of squeezed meat.

Measuring all over the body of such a revulsion, Meer's face became more and more red because of the serious expression. Reurus unexpectedly shouted, looking at Meer's face bright red enough to worry that it might burst with a needle.

"Meer? If you're embarrassed, ask Calvin's grandmother or another dwarf..."

"Fuck you, you stupid bastard! Just shut up and let Meer measure you! And Meer! I'm glad to hear it, but make sure you understand that if there's a discrepancy in the measurement, it could be dangerous for the Reurus bastard!

"I'm not happy!?

Calvin screams in front of Reurus as he prepares his tools, and Meer screams loudly enough to scratch out such Calvin's anger. Calvin answered with a snort to Meer's scream and turned to Sarah, who sat next to the furnace where the fire was lit.

Sarah, who sat on a chair set aside beside the furnace, looked away with her dead eyes. The chair is provided with feet on the back and even elbows, which seems very comfortable. My eyes are dead.

"Sarah, how do you feel sitting in that chair?

"It's fine... it's fine, but it's fine! It fits my body perfectly and has a great will to 'never get away from this place'!?

"That's what I think. Think that you weighed yourself for not putting on your shackles or your feet. Mr. Neddy, how are you?

Unlike Sarah, who can't move much from the front of the furnace to make a "fire", Neddy can move freely to some extent just to magically produce water when she's begged by Calvin and the others. Still, for the spirits, the dwarfs had prepared chairs similar to Sarah's, and Neddy nodded with satisfaction.

"Comfortable... Manzoku"

"That's good. Meer, look after Neddy and the others when you're done with the job. Reurus... may or may not be here, but don't bother me.

Calvin carefully re-checks his tools with a serious look. I have checked it many times before, but I don't want to fail in the unlikely event that only the materials are used. There are other dwarves on the scene, but each of them checks their tools with a serious look.

Reurus thought that if it bothered Calvin, he would leave after measuring the size of his body. But Sarah shouted like a scream.

"Nooooo! You're gonna die of boredom! Reurus is here too!

"If you can concentrate, I'll be by your side... please, Sarah. We need more weapons and armor than ever before."

It was Sarah who squeezed the waste as usual, but Reurus also asked for a serious look. I don't doubt Calvin's arm, but if he had any better weapons or armor, he would have been sleepless and beside Sarah.

"Mhh... I can't help it! If Reurus asks you so much, you can't help it anymore! Say hello! I'll take care of the fire! Three days, three nights, I'll get through it!

Sarah smacked her chest and declared herself well. Hearing that, Calvin smiles fiercely.

"Did you hear that, guys? Sara-sama's going out for a week or a month! Let's go! Let's go!

"Eh!? Hey, don't say that..."

"Bring in the materials! Time to blacksmith!

Sarah's protesting voices were scratched out loud enough to fill the workshop and the blacksmithing work began.

The work of the dwarves, including Calvin, did not end after three days and five nights, but five days and five nights.

Not only Calvin, but all the other dwarves are serious, so they will spare even the time to rest and proceed with their work.

The sound of clanking metal, the sound of charcoal bouncing in the furnace, the sound of flames. In the workshop filled with sound and hot air, even Reurus, who is distanced from the furnace, sweats from his whole body, and if he is weak, he will lose his health in less than an hour without saying a day.

In the meantime, Sarah had deliberately prepared a chair, but since there were multiple furnaces, she had to walk around frequently.

I don't know about the human Reurus, but Sarah, the Spirit of Fire, has something to see. Occasionally he hands toward the furnace and manipulates the flame, and skillfully manipulates the firepower.

In contrast to Sarah, Neddy does less. When Calvin and the others begged him to produce water and sometimes cool Calvin's body with ice, the longer he sat in the chair.

……………………

Reurus stared silently at the sight. I didn't go home, I didn't sleep, I just stood still and watched.

I didn't get tired of seeing Calvin's craftsmanship, but I wanted to see the swords gradually shaped beyond Calvin's forged weapon, the Dragon Slasher.

Did you have any thoughts about the state of the Reus? Eliza, worried about the Reuses who didn't come back home, came to see how she was doing, and from time to time, she didn't stop.

Meer is busy helping Calvin and the others while taking care of Sarah and Neddy. Sometimes Calvin told me to wave a sword toward Reurus, but Reurus never said anything.

Materials such as Vanille's fangs, nails, and scales, which are dragons of fire. Dwarves smelt iron, and Dwarves smithed iron. Therein is the fire of Sarah, the spirit of fire, and the water of Neddy, the spirit of water and ice.

It is not something to be seen if you want to see them thoroughly forged to mix them together.

When the Reurus stares at it in this way, the nails and toenails are first completed. Compared to a sword, it would have taken less time. Still, it's been five days, and as a revulsion, I can only thank you.

On the sixth day, waistband, torso armor, shoulder pads, etc., are completed. Compared to the previous armor, they used more metal, and only the material had reddish colors.

--And it's been a week since I started blacksmithing.

"Here we go..."

Calvin, who looks thin compared to before starting the work, murmurs with a scattered voice.

The resulting sword is the same size as the previous Dragon Slash, and the length from the incision to the buttocks is almost the same as the height of the Reurus.

Because the handle is not attached to the handle, the metal is peeled off, and the blade is even peeled off because it is not contained in the sheath. It's not finished because I didn't polish it up properly, but Calvin still says it's finished by just putting on "decorations."

It's not polished up - but I can't keep an eye on the reborn Dragon Slash.

"Say hello again... buddy"

Like Calvin, Reurus, who was almost insomnia and watching the forger, gladly laughed at the "Dragon Slash" placed on the workbench.