Dream Life

Tria Calendar 30th September 2017.

Refrain from the annual harvest festival tomorrow, Ars, king's capital of the Kingdom of Kaum, is surrounded by the gorgeous atmosphere of the eve festival.

Due to the prospect of building a distillery, we have decided to enjoy the festival today and tomorrow, and plan to take Scott Wishkey, head of distillation at Lasmore Village, and Jack Harper, head of distillery construction at the Blacksmith Guild, to see along the Slay River the day after tomorrow, October 2.

It's our new weaponry, but the blacksmiths worked hard in the mood, so it's going to be finished sooner than planned. However, Jack had zeroed out that the delivery of other weapons was delayed because of it.

"... no one complains directly to the blacksmith, but for that matter, the clerk of the staff and workshop... well, I have no choice..."

Still, when it comes to the weapons and protective gear that the superior blacksmiths make, the expression lights up all at once.

"I've never heard of this much armor that I can really do all in one! Besides, we could see it up close this time thanks to the Zacharias. Normally, even Alliance officials can't see it..."

It is usually prestigious knights and mercenaries who ask famous craftsmen to make weapons, and most of the time they and the courteous arms dealers enter between them and the blacksmiths. I asked a blacksmith directly from the guild like this one - it seems that in the pre-construction era, I handled the request from the guild for once - in very few cases, and there was nothing like a general employee escorting me to the workshop. As much as we want to work at the general headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild, so many officials are interested in weapons and protective equipment, and they say the role of going to a superior blacksmith's workshop with us is a very popular job.

"It's really eye care. The sword of the master craftsman is probably the greatest masterpiece ever..."

Me and Mel's sword are almost finished already, and Ulrich Drexler, who is hitting the sword for me, has asked me to make the final adjustments this morning and hand them over in the evening.

Likewise, the armor maker Georg Stoke has told me that he can do the armor by the end of the day, and is scheduled to be handed over by the end of the day, except for Beatrice and Mel's clasp.

"They made it in time to reveal it at tomorrow's harvest festival. Master Gaelknote regretted it."

Tomorrow's harvest festival is also scheduled to feature a grand banquet at the general headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild. Ask Jack, he says the banquet starts on the evening before the eve of the eve festival, so the big banquet starts today to be exact.

One of the banquet offerings contains a presentation of our weapons. However, they can't make it to Beatrice and Mel's clasp made by legendary armor maker Gaelnote Graver. Usually it takes months to make a clasp, and they put in even more special techniques, and it's weirder to think you can make two in just seven days, but that's not common sense for a Dwarf blacksmith. Even if I know that, I feel wrong to regret that I didn't make it to the banquet offering somehow means I won't interpret it.

I usually went separately, but I'm heading with Mel to Ulrich's workshop today. My escort is Jack as usual, but only today there is no distillery investigation, so I'm also accompanied by Scott and Welburn's blacksmith guild clerk, Johnny Water. Everyone seems to care about the new masterpiece.

When we got to the workshop, we waited at the entrance as if Ulrich had already been waiting for us.

And at the aperture, he says, "It's late," and immediately tries to take him to the back of the workshop. By the way, I was so reluctant to say it was too early in the time not even eight o'clock.

All of us laugh bitterly, but Ulrich doesn't pay any attention to that, and goes behind the dong.

In the back his disciples waited with a strange face.

On the table are two swinging swords wrapped in white cloth.

"After that, I'll adjust the grip and decorate it, but you don't need decoration anyway, do you?

I nod, "Right."

Originally, it is not for etiquette, and I intend to continue using it as a practical product. I believe that the necessary features are sufficient and that excessive decoration is totally useless just because it would be cumbersome to take care of.

Ulrich nods small and sends a signal with his eyes to his disciple.

Each of the two disciples comes before us with a sword wrapped in cloth.

Let's start with Mel's stuff.

A sword is given to Mel in the words of Ulrich.

Although Mel received it, she didn't know if she could take the cloth and was slightly confused.

"Can you look at things first?"

That's what they say, I take the cloth slowly.

The length of the sword is about one hundred twenty cm. It's pretty much the same shape as the sword I'm using right now.

The grip (grip) portion is still only wrapped around a simple anti-slip, but the pattern "Pommel" is fitted with a large, transparent demonic crystal stone - probably equivalent to a secondary level.

The sword body (blade) catches more attention than its large demonic crystal stone.

The black sword body, also visible in dark purple, glows rainbow-colored when it receives the light of day, and the hard obsidian transparency is so beautiful that it is eye-catching. The magical sword made of Mithril that I was shown the other day was a beautiful silver colour that confused me with the mirror, but I feel strongly the powerful functional beauty that the weapon has, completely different from that.

"Shh, it's amazing... this is mine..."

Mel just says so and it hardens.

"I don't know. A magical sword of light attributes, as you wish. The material is Adamantite. It also imparts the magic of hardening…"

Ulrich's words, but hardly anyone heard them. Because I was as attracted to swords as Mel was. Ulrich's explanation continued in the meantime.

"I also tried to grant this guy the magic of self-repair. This is the first sword that has been granted anti-attribute magic."

The magic of self-repair hits the "wooden attribute”, while the magic of hardening hits the “metallic”. The magic of anti-attributes has properties that can undo effects, and it is very difficult to grant them at the same time. Until now, only a blacksmith who could do this was said to be Gaelnote Graver, an armorer.

"It strengthens the hardener, so the restoration is not at rest."

With that said, Ulrich had a satisfying look on his face.

And he offered me another sword.

"This one belongs to Zach. It's the same shape as Mel's, but it's rebalancing..."

Mel is a swordsman who bets on the same blow as his grandfather, Govan Lockhart, but I compete by hand. That's why the balance is subtly different.

Receive the sword offered in front of you. Covered with cloth just like Mel's stuff, but first I'm surprised by its weight. It is the same size as the steel sword I am using now, but I feel like I have about 50% more.

Look at my expression. Ulrich laughs, "Well, it must be pretty heavy".

Remove the covered cloth and a black body appears, the same as Mel's.

The first impression I felt when I looked up at the appeared body was the tool of the machine tool, the cutting tool with high hardness. And my anxiety is overwhelming.

(It looks pretty hard, but can't it crack...)

Not all things can be said, but if the hardness generally increases, the toughness "mincer", which is the tenacity of the material, decreases. Some combine hardness and toughness by combining materials like the Japanese knife, but I remember that if it is a single material, it is difficult to combine.

(Well, I didn't like the material relationship, so I can't say anything about it... but it's a color that I'm going to be sucked into just watching. It's not black like darkness. It's transparent black... black pearls might feel closest. I've never seen the real one...)

Ulrich called out, "It's time to do a trial slaughter," when you boiled your business for what I'm into.

Apparently, he was staring at me for nearly a minute.

Like me, Mel is fascinated by the sword, but her eyes glow when she hears it's a trial slaughter.

"Be sure of the grip. If you feel slightly uncomfortable, I'll do a quick rework..."

While heading into the backyard, make sure you grip.

Though bewildered for a moment by an unusual weight, the grip is tightly wrapped with a coarse cloth, which firmly tames the leather gloves. Mel seemed okay, too, and he was snorting loudly.

When I went to the backyard, there were already two targets there for the trial slaughter.

Used metal armor as well as the other day, but it was heavy in black iron.

"It belongs to the Black Steel Knights. Well, it's a couple of hits made by the Ars youngsters from Hei's soldiers."

The Black Steel Knights are the regular army of the Kingdom of Kaum and are renowned for their excellent defense in the battle against the Demons and their perseverance and endurance even in unfavourable circumstances. Infantry, in particular, is a soldier called a heavy-duty infantry, and its armor defenses are origami. The material, even for Heping soldiers, is made of high quality steel called Ars steel.

That means it's far more sturdy than the metal armor we tried last time.

I was confused by my anxiety about toughness and unfamiliar weight.

(Suddenly, there won't be any of this. I guess Ulrich is confident in the strength of the sword, but he gets anxious that if he is to be deflated, he won't hurt the sword in the corner...)

Though I do, I make a few bareback gestures to make sure I weigh in.

It does weigh a lot heavier than my previous sword, but I get used to my hands just doing a few bareback gestures. Next door, Mel waved her sword indifferently with a serious look. There was no rush to get lost like me.

"Looks like Mel's ready. You convinced Zach, too?

I shook my head "Wearing" small and complained, "Suddenly, there won't be any official equipment for the Black Steel Knights,"

"I don't make anything that breaks to this extent. Of course, I know your arms."

When they say that, they have no words to give back.

Even though it leaves some anxiety, I try a few “shapes” of bare gestures that I do every day, and I get even more familiar with them in my hands.

As I silently unloaded my sword and nodded small, Ulrich confirmed the grip of his sword,

"It doesn't seem to be a problem. Okay, Mel. Try it from you. First, no magic."

Mel nodded loudly, "Yes! Respond." And stand in nature before the armor.

A moment was free.

Shortly after that thought, the sword is swept through with the temper of tearing.

The sound of cancer overlaps the sound of zash, and a golden spark splashes from the armor.

Mel swings through, then puts down a beat and restarts his sword. But soon he got worried about the sword, gave an anxious look, and began to check his condition.

The targeted armor left traces of slaughter from the left shoulder to the center of the armor, just around the stomach. I'm just using high quality Ars steel and it didn't get as far through as it did last time, but it carved a pretty deep scratch.

Ulrich was nodding his armor forward satisfactorily without checking the sword he had struck himself.

"That's just great. Slash the Ars steel so far..."

And then I went to Mel, who seemed worried, and checked the state of the sword, but just checked lightly, "Not without a problem," he bashed Mel in the back.

I was concerned about the condition of the sword and went to see it, but as with the previous trial slaughter, the blade tip (edge) did not lose sharpness and there were no rubbing marks on the sword body. It keeps shining like a black pearl as if nothing had happened.

(Is the magic of hardening working? Still, it's called that sound, it's called a spark, it's got to be pretty strained on the blade part...)

Grandfather Govan's swordsmanship is a weaving of spikes and slashes, but the impression is strong that slashes slap rather than cleave. I was wondering if Mel, who faithfully adheres to his grandfather's teachings, would be burdened with the sword because he would carry out the same slaughter.

In my case, there are many ways to use the image of pulling and slashing like a Japanese sword, even though it is a straight sword. Of course, I'm completely self-absorbed because I've never studied martial arts in the previous world, but for me with a focus on speed, an attack with a big spare motion like slashing doesn't fit the style, and I'm settling into my present form.

"It's Zach's turn next. Mel in the women's stomach carved the wound so beautifully. Don't make me look silly."

Ulrich laughs and puts pressure on him.

I confronted the target for me without responding.

Open your eyes thinly so that you have no heart, and breathe. This is selfish as well, but in the meantime I'm going to apply demon fighting all over my body.

The moment I feel the magic has gone, I wave up my sword at once and down to the hanging.

The sound of metal hitting each other violently, similar to when Mel was there, echoes in his belly. The responder first feels a strong impact on his wrist, which replaces the feeling of a quick cleavage. It doesn't feel like cutting cardboard like the other day, it does leave me with the feeling that I slashed metal armor.

(This sword is amazing, but so is this armor. This is for the average soldier, so I'm sure the defense of the Royal Kaum Army is excellent... If it's a sword of the same kind, even the masters of the Dear Class should be quite stunning. If they had a large shield on this, it would even be difficult to attack them poking at steeples......)

Keep shaking it out, return the wrist and take the lower position. When I glanced at the armor in front of me, the left shoulder area was heavily torn and completely pierced through the armor, although there it was shorter than the wound Merle had put on it.

I immediately send my gaze to the sword that is diagonally down, but I still see no scratches at all.

"Uhm. That's just great... will you let me wrap up the magic next time? First Zach, you show him an example."

Looks like Ulrich is going to let me try and kill him first. Rather than show Mel an example, I guess he has the intention that I'll be able to grasp the senses first, which is good at witchcraft.

When I snort small, I activate my magic sword while imagining my original magic, Shining Sabre.

The sword I was allowed to try and slash the other day was also easily activated, but this sword was even easier.

What should I say?

The magic in my body is converted into magic through the magical crystal stone of the pattern head, but I felt little resistance.

Almost instantly I had the sword body wrapped with light.

Exclamation leaks from the surroundings.

I can't help but be surprised by the amount of light in front of me, but still, without distraction, I slashed and tore the target apart. As with the last attempt, the sword passes through the armor without any shock or resistance at all. Almost enough to say bare hands.

Set aside for a moment, a metal noise called Gashan echoes in the backyard. It's the sound of the top of the slashed armor falling to the ground.

No one ever raised their voice. Only a bright voice of preparation for the eve festival was heard from all around.

"... um. Well done... can you show me your sword..."

Ulrich offers his hand with a squeezing voice.

I was checking the state of the sword and the amount of magic consumed while stopping the magic sword from activating and giving him the pattern.

(There is no fever at all. You're consuming less magic than I thought. It's only about sixty less... it feels like you haven't used 50 or one per second to activate it...)

By then, everyone was returning to me, especially Mel, trying to jump and say, "Wow! That armor so easily......" he comes all the way up to me hugging him. He was glad that I was able to easily slash and tear apart the armor that I could only scratch.

Scott, Jack and Johnny are just smiling and nodding at each other for slapping their hands, "That's great".

"It's a great sword indeed. Extraordinarily more efficient than what I've tried before. It's hard to say how to say that it's as magic goes or that it can be united with a sword..."

The first thing I thought about was that I felt no resistance at all when I let the magic in my body flow down my sword. Enough to say an extension of my arm, magic poured into my sword. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why magic consumption was curtailed.

"You had more magical power than I imagined. I couldn't put more magic into it than last time... I'm pretty sure the quality of the Demonic Crystal Stone is good. Maybe the embedded magic formations should come this way, too?

In addition to the smooth flow of magic, it shows more effect than I imagined. I can see by appearance that the quality of the Demonic Crystal Stone is good, but the conversion efficiency of the Demonic Power is even better than the previous one. I had a mouth full of thoughts like that before I knew it.

"Mm-hmm. The magic team is in a pretty good mood, but normally it's a difference I don't know... that's right, I'm an expert on magic props"

Ulrich gives a look of surprise for a moment, but is quickly convinced because he knows that I taught Professor Lionel Raspade, the authority of the magic props, at the Tilia School of Magic.

"Bye. It's the first time I've had so much power... okay. Okay, Mel. It's your turn."

Ulrich wanted to say something, but he immediately gives Mel instructions to try and kill him. Mel nods loudly, passing magic through his sword with his temper. And he was brilliantly wrapping light attribute magic around his sword.

A dazzling light emanated from the sword.

Immediately afterwards, he waves his sword in a horizontal sword with the temper of tearing.

It looked like a giant fan of light had passed over my armor to me. It was sword speed enough to leave a remnant on the retina.

Mel, who swung out his sword, stands low and releases the magic sword.

When the strong light went out and the eyes got used to it, there was still black armor there with a large slit of the belly area. Looks like she decided not to cut it off to the back like I did, only to slash and tear the front.

(Surely this is the right thing to do. If you cleave this deep, your opponent is mortally wounded. You don't have to cut it off. If this is all the sharpness, it would be more efficient to shake it compactly this way. That's right, Mel has better taste in this...)

Mel glanced at the splendidly slashed and torn armor and immediately rushed over to me. Seems like you want me to say something.

I tapped her arm lightly,

"That's Mel. He's inflicting fatal injuries on his opponent, and he's shaking it more compactly than he just did. And it was beautiful. The belt of light burned in my eyes."

Mel joyfully said, "Thank you," and bowed her head with a pepper,

"You said Master Zach could cut better than before... so I tried to shake it without armor"

When I gave Ulrich my sword, he assured me that he would complete it by evening.

As he tried to follow Ulrich's workshop, Scott opened his mouth, as if he remembered.

"I first saw something called a magic sword today...... why are the colors different?

I'm stuck with answers.

The light emitted by my sword... you can tell without telling me, but it's orange red. The light emitted by Mel's sword on the other hand was a dazzling blue with a refreshing feel.

Both Jack and Johnny are nodding at Scott's words. And Mel, of course. And everyone's gaze focuses on me like they want answers.

"Well, what... isn't it like a habit? Perhaps we could call it personality..."

Somehow he answered in various ways and went straight to the next workshop, Georg's workshop, the armorer.