A total of nine flanges were made. All nine flanges are the same without the madness of dimensions.

"Uh-huh, this precision seems to be the main purpose of the parent."

"Really? I wonder if any of the other blacksmiths can do it."

A skilled blacksmith would give you a lot of precision. Otherwise, it would be impossible to combine complex shapes like armor, while moving them smoothly.

You can even have a parent's father until "pretty much the same." You can't make the perfect match with something you're not used to without matching it in this short amount of time. "

Lique says as he lays nine flanges on top of each other.

"If you're a parent, you can make something decent, even in a simple blacksmith on the battlefield?

"Maybe."

There will be limits, and depending on the location of the battlefield, you can't magic it if it's a land with little magic, so the performance really drops for that matter. I guess it's a critical luxury model.

While Liqué is finishing the flange, he decides to create a pattern to hold and flange.

Place the sheet metal in the fire floor and heat. Once the temperature has been raised to the point where it can be machined, beat and turn it into a stick. The patterned part has to be somewhat long, but it's going to be hard to handle even if it's too long, so I'll keep it there long. If Helen is used to handling shortswords, shortening them seems better.

When it is some length, heat another sheet metal and now make a thin stick. Not as thin as a wire, but thick enough to require machining to bend.

He wraps it around one end of the pattern and shakes his hand.

"Rike, I'm sorry, I need a little help."

"It's cheap."

If you can just stick it and pull it while it's hot like glass, you can handle it a little more, but it's hard for boulders to do that with steel. I also thought about heating in the furnace, but there's talk of magic around...

Wrap the thin bars around the bars that the liqueur grabs and holds in place with the yacht. I can do a few rounds, but it cools down after some rolling, so I heat it up again and repeat the rolling again.

Once you've wrapped it around a little longer than the width of your fist, once you've stopped it there and circled it around both ends of the handles so that it doesn't slip out, the handles themselves are complete.

And then the flange is installed. When both the flange and the pattern are heated, beat them with a thin hammer to make them look like welds. This also supports both the flange and the pattern, while having to wiggle the hammer, so I asked Like to support the pattern. If it's going to be mass produced, I'll have to build a metallurgical tool so one person can do something about it. I don't have any plans for that at the moment.

The end of the gold floor was successfully used to mount nine flanges.

"Okay, I guess that's it"

"Oh!"

Rike makes his eyes shine. I tried to shake the mace gently. That's how I made it, so naturally, my head is a little heavier. Maybe I could have weighed the handles a little more and balanced them.

When I showed it to Rike, I started looking at the fine workmanship everywhere, saying something like "ho... I see..." They shake as lightly as I do. Mace doesn't fit the image subtly with Dwarf. I think the axe and hammer look too good.

Even if you look at that from the side, it looks as strong as it can withstand shocks for now...... I don't know if you'll actually try it.

Therefore, I decided to prepare one piece of wood end material and one piece of sheet metal to go out onto the terrace to try before the critical sun sets and some processing of the sheath. Other than me and Like, I'm out of work today with you.

When I gave Helen the mace she could, she began to wiggle with momentum that seemed to sound like a boom. I don't seem to have much muscle or anything, but I shake it very gently for a long time. Is this the difference in experience?

"That weighs just fine. It's a little heavier on the head, but I can do this at all"

"Right."

I gave it back in the guise of calm, but inside, I grate my chest. Thermia seemed to find out and was nibbling.

Me and Deanna hold the end material.

"Don't hit us, though."

"You bet."

Helen pointed her mouth when I laughed nigga. And then I put up a soothing mace and shook it out beside my thoughts. It sounds crisp and flashy, and the wood bounces off into the wood dust. Fly. When Helen's skill and strength combine on a hard, heavy head, is it something that makes it so powerful...

The other thing that surprised me was that it barely conveyed a shock to me. She looked surprised when she looked at Deanna, so she didn't feel shocked either.

"Would you like to try sheet metal?"

"Oh, yeah."

Me and Deanna held onto the sheet metal with our hands, not surprisingly. To the boulder. This would be a shock to my hand, so I stood quite ready.

"Let's go -"

Helen proclaims it in an easygoing way, and Mace is swinging through it again.

Gakin!! And there was a flashy sound, a spark scattered, and a shock in my hand as if I had been beaten with mace itself, and I accidentally let go of my hand.

That seemed to be the same for Deanna, which means that me and Deanna would have gotten their hands off each other almost simultaneously. Fly to the edge of the terrace where the sheet metal of considerable weight is never narrow.

I rush to sheet metal. There was a sheet metal with a bump in the middle like a self-forged bullet in the middle.