Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

I hammer the lid of the magic furnace. From people who don't know the circumstances, it's a sight to wonder if something was wrong.

For normal tasks, even misrills and apoitacaras can satisfy even a slight sense of accomplishment because there is a slight change in shape after beating for a while.

However, there has been no change in shape in this task. A little bit of magic falls out of the sheet metal, but that missing magic gets inside the simple magic furnace, and I can't confirm the state of the ring in it.

I might be able to confirm it if I make a simple magic furnace with a transparent acrylic plate full of magic, but there's nothing like that...

That's how I kept pounding and eventually almost lost my magic from one sheet metal, so I gently open the lid.

I wondered what I would do if a high concentration of magic came out of the moisture as a fog of dry ice sticking into a washer with water in it, but without that.

Or I thought that a ring that had accumulated magic might be emitting light as if it were emitting light, but without it I was normally seated.

At the same time, we have bigger demonic gems than we saw this morning. That's all the magic was concentrated here.

The ring was removed from the simple magic furnace by placing it on a lid with the exception of the blue demon gem. It's obvious, but there's no such thing as rising temperatures.

It's not emitting light, but I know it's magical. If we get here, even normal people might be able to sense us.

I think so, and I decide to call Deanna to have a look. Thermia doesn't tell the beast man from his senses, and Anne would have seen magical objects, so now that Helen isn't around, Deanna is usually the closest.

"I see."

That's what Deanna puts up with the ring I gave her. By its side Anne sees a demonic gem for her hand, either because of its size or because it has not yet dissolved in the air. I also feel my eyes are $, but I guess it's my fault. Naturally, the dollar is not in this world.

"It might seem a little different."

"Hmm. Something warm or something like that?

"Not much of that. I don't know if it's magic or if it's megistium that sparkles."

"Oh, is that so"

It is not pure gold that I did the magic, but a special metal called megistium (although it is slightly suspicious). Is it hard to tell whether the brilliance is due to the properties of matter alone?

So I bring Megistium, which has not yet had the magic left over. I heard Anne's sad voice, "Ahhh," so I figured the Demon Gem was more collapsed. It seems that the time to collapse depends on the size, that is, the amount of magic that has become crystalline.

"This is pre-processing."

Leave Anne alone once and place the fuzzy megistium over Deanna's hand.

"What do you say?

"Oh, you know this. The ring's a little more sparkly."

"Oh, well."

I said as Deanna sparkled her eyes no less than a ring. It means that if this amount was still there, the boulder would know, even if you didn't get any magic tricks in particular.

"Check the rest at night..."

"Night?"

"If this seems to shed light, you'd have trouble sleeping, wouldn't you?

"... that's right"

I'm not supposed to take off many wedding rings in this world either. If so, I think I wear it at bedtime, but it would be difficult to sleep if it was glowing at that time.

If it glows, the task of exploring the amount of magic that doesn't glow while maintaining enough strength as a ring becomes necessary.

If possible, I'd like to avoid such work, but I can't help it if I have to.

Looking out the window, it's already about time there was orange all over the sky, so I try to start cleaning up the work.

There, I felt like I could hear a very small knock. Slight enough sound to think I would have missed it if I had done the work.

"Did you just hear the knock?

"No?"

"How's Thermia?

"I felt like I heard Atashi just a little bit too, but I thought it was my fault. Did you hear the elephant?"

Thermia said with her tiger ears flashing. So you're saying it's not your fault? When are you coming? Guests are guests. I'll open the blacksmith's door.

"Yes, yes, which... ma"

Then there was a feathered, little elf-like woman floating nicely.