Dream Life

May 1.

A month after his confrontation with the enemies of the gods, half a month passed since he returned to the village.

I was going to relax when I got back to the village, but I am busy going to the distillery, building a prosthetic hand for Beltram and Nicholas, and servicing the village. Of course, the training, which is the routine so far, continues, and it feels like it's back to its original routine.

This kind of life is still not bad either.

It's fuller than it was when I was working in the woods in Periclittle and Rickadale cutting lives, and most of all, I'm happy to see more smiles on the Liddies.

I was just disgusted at the funeral of Brett and Ricky, who died in the war.

Because I still have the inseparable thought that their death was not in vain.

The two funerals took place the day after they returned to the village. My father partitioned the funeral and mourned the two at the villagers' outing.

Did Brett and Ricky's wife expect this to happen, nor did she weep at her temperament.

The appearance of a young child who knew nothing more than those who felt sad and behaved in a courageous manner determined my heart.

I guess I don't understand that my father died in battle at about three years old.

"When will my father come home," I can't get the voice out of my ear listening sweetly to my mother.

The Beltrams invited me that day. They mourned the deaths of the Dwarf-style dead in a way that they drank away thinking about the dead.

I feel a little more comfortable because of it. The next day, however, the magic of detoxification could not be caught up, although the head and stomach were very heavy.

Nicholas, who lost his left arm, but is starting to use a newly built prosthetic arm.

The hook-shaped prosthetic hand made in an emergency is not user-friendly for the sturdy one. Especially as a civilian, he often handled paperwork and had difficulty holding the paper down.

For this reason, he made a genuine prosthetic hand with five fingers with Beltram. When it comes to authenticity, you can barely move it just in shape.

For once, the wire is passed through the finger area so that it can be easily opened and closed, but that's also an inconvenience that you have to use your right hand to move the wire.

So I'm using the magic prop technology to see if I can move it freely.

This way, but I'm going to apply the technology I originally had in mind for something else, not a prosthetic one.

That's Golem technology.

The Golem is a rare demon occasionally found in old ruins, showing a single material such as soil, stone, metal but similar movements to robots. Gargoyles are also a form of golem in famous places and are relatively popular.

Some of the advanced objects are called "walkers” used by ancient researchers found at the foot of the Saeum Mountains, but those are “robots” using magic engineering, which you can't even refer to.

The golem is also the specialty of Professor Raspade, a mentor, and I have knowledge of it because I have fished the literature since I was a graduate student wondering if I could make a golem for passengers.

I was wondering if there could be a horse-shaped object, not even a passenger's golem.

If a horse can be shaped, it can be transported by carriage without considering the horse's health. This allows for faster long-distance transport.

But although the magic formations of the Golem existed, even Dr. Raspade did not have the complete one. This is because in the case of a dying golem, or “dead” golem, the magic team will destroy itself. For this reason, there is nothing but partial.

I challenged myself to think that what I was trying to make this time was of a simple movement about the opening and closing of my fingers and the up and down of my wrist, and that I could do it even with my current knowledge.

But the result was a disastrous failure.

Though I could have moved it, I couldn't add or subtract force, or move against my will, and it didn't help me more than what I couldn't move.

Beltram's crafted prosthetics are exquisite, and Nicholas himself is satisfied.

"Even this prosthetic hand is enough. Mithril and Ars steel are the most luxurious prosthetics in the world."

That's what I say and laugh at, but I don't really laugh at that right.

This is because the tempered belt ram used alus steel, a high grade steel, in the arm part where strength is required, and a misrill with a good balance of lightness and strength in the delicate finger part.

At first, I tried to make an arm out of Adamantite, but when Nicholas is too luxurious, he hastily stops.

What Beltram made over three days and three nights is as delicate as a caged hand (gauntlet), and wearing leather gloves is so invisible to a prosthetic hand at first glance.

The part fitted to the arm is also made of soft but durable dragon leather with shock absorption treatment and is securely secured at the elbow, so it is strong enough to play if it is about the slash of a vigilante. Furthermore, the tip can be easily replaced from the wrist, so it can also be used as a weapon if replaced with a sharp blade.

Nicholas is an all-in-one style of offensive using a long sword and kite shield, and is trying to see if he can fit a shield on his left arm.

It just couldn't be worn on the prosthetic hand until the shield, which is a heavy object, but it can be worn with a small square shield on both healthy arms, using it to the point of clawing the sword.

It looks somewhat, but I don't feel like an early type of manoeuvre suit from the space century.

Nicholas himself says this is enough, but I am not convinced of it myself, so I am writing to Dr. Raspade the other day asking for his advice.

Dan, who was seriously injured in the battle against the Demon General (Archdemon) Ashtal, is now leaving the village.

Because, as promised, Elena, for her marriage to Eleanor Masefield, she went to Welburn.

From risking my life for Mel, I wondered if I still had any thoughts, but I didn't make a single mouthful of that, and Elena and I embarked on a pleasant journey.

That Dan, but the two of us were initially going on a journey, and he told me and my father about it.

He himself is a swordsman over level fifty, and Elena is also over level thirty.

More Dan's ability as a scout and Elena's equestrian arm would seem less dangerous. But it has a splendid gear on it, and if it's just the look, it only looks like a couple of cadets from the early twenties, which can cause trouble.

Elena also said it was enough on our own, but I forced a young squire to escort her.

"Can these two do something about demons and bandits? First, I'm letting you two go when Sim," my father also objected.

I could have expected my father to say that. But the situation isn't the same as it was at Sims. The fame of the Lockhart family could put the Dans at risk.

There is a chance that a player will emerge to challenge the knightly man of the Lockhart family. Even if it's not a battle of grandeur, there's not necessarily anyone who can say anything if they push it off in numbers and win.

There was a chance I wouldn't be convinced to say that to my father. So I decided to respond with an explanation with a slight change rather than a direct ball.

"If it's just about your safety, Dan's ability as a scout will suffice. But we need to attach people for another reason."

"Is that another reason?" Dan asked.

"Oh, Sims, as you know, is a knight named after the Northern Governor's Office Army. But you are impeccable as a knight in terms of ability, but standing and behaving is more of an adventurer than a knight. You're meeting Lord Masefield, so you better make sure he's foiled a little bit as a knight jazz man. It would look like that if there were about three squire in the Lockhart family's formal gear behind them."

My father snorts at my words.

"I didn't think that far. Horses too, Frogm. Horses can make a better impression."

"But..." Dan tried to shy away,

"It's for Elena. Think of her for waiting so long," my father told me and I had to convince him.

Dan then did not go into the woods and was slapped into his behavior as a knight by his brother and Sim in Kilnarek. There was also that achievement, and riding a brilliant horse of war with three young squire was a brilliant one.

It is uncomfortable to be called a young hero to weave a black cloak with a lion with a sword and bow, the crest of the Jakes family, and to wear a half-armor of the famous Wood Ravengart flying dragon polished with the hands of a belt rum.

Elena had seen it with a lucid look on her face.

I had those days, but sometimes I have time to spare. That's when I really think about Luna.

What are you doing now? Do you do well as an adventurer? Hasn't the enemies of the gods done something? Were you able to rendezvous with the one sent to the other gods...

I am also concerned that I do not know where the other enemies of those gods, the Dark Demons, are going.

Somewhere in this world, a being with all that power is leaping. Thinking about it brings anxiety to my neck.

Still, there's nothing I can do.

I think of it as glue that I don't get an answer for thinking about it.

Look at me like that, Liddy and the others care.

Liddy and Beatrice try to take him to the village liquor store if they do, and Mel and Sharon cook a dish that's going to be a knob and ask him what liquor would go with it. In any case, I can't help but feel like I'm going to be okay as long as I give you booze.

I'm on their minds because I don't think I can help myself, but such a life is fun too.

Mel and Sharon, but suddenly became aggressive after returning to the village. Until now, I've felt reluctant to Liddy or Beatrice, but now, although there's nothing I can push away from, I'm going to take an active approach.

When asked why, Mel told me with a bright red face.

"If you're going to be in the village, you're going to want a baby..."

Ever since I left the village with Luna, I've been trying not to have children. If the child could, he would have to be returned to the village, because of concerns about the decline in his power of war.

But you no longer have to fight your enemies with the gods, and if you're just in the village, it's okay to have kids.

Mel and Sharon want it fast, although I think it's okay to stay this way because I'm still young.

Liddy and Beatrice have given up on being heterogeneous, but enough to support them if they can have children.

"If it's your kid, it's with my kid. Besides, I can't do it anymore."

Beatrice becomes forty-three. Humans and beasts rarely give birth in their forties in this world.

Liddy also laughs, "I'm just like Beatrice," but she herself keeps wanting her own child. I just don't think there's anything I can do, not only because I'm originally a low birth rate elf, but because there are so few children born between elves and humans that it's said to be every hundred years or so.

In the middle of May, a communication was received that the Dwarf Festival on July 1 had been officially decided.

Beltram told me that an emergency general meeting was held at the Guild's headquarters in Ars and unanimously approved.

Though it is most unlikely to be opposed, as was essentially decided where Bertram proposed.

Ulrich Drexler, the master craftsman, turned to Dwarves around the world and made a statement.

"The seventh skill assessment meeting and liquor tasting will be held on July 1st! Each branch decides to represent you and show off what weapons or protective equipment you think you're going to have! The evaluation determines the allocation of the Zack collection to be distributed to the Blacksmith Guild. General headquarters, Noon strikes a new sword! Let me see if I can make something more than a non!

Branches near the village of Rasmore reacted to Ulrich's provocative statement.

In June, Geiserhael boarded as a delegate from Periclitle, and Zergius also came from Doctus.

Not only that, but Ulrich himself has entered the village ahead of the members of the headquarters.

"It doesn't make sense if you have to make it here. Now, I'm going to have you hang out with me."

I didn't know what that word meant, and I said, "What do you mean?," he said.

"Didn't you hurt your sword in the battle with the Demons? Then again, it will be Suzi who makes it."

I say, "The sword is safe," and I show it to you, but I say, "No, I'm not convinced," and I shake my head to the side.

In fact, I have Beltram repaired and maintained and have no practical problems at all.

Further pointing that out, he starts scratching sweat all over his face.

"I can't go home to Ars now. Let Non strike the sword," he began to bow his head.

"What do you mean? I hear," but I don't get a clear answer back.

Perhaps, but I heard my sword was caught in an explosion and ran forcefully because I wanted to be here earlier than anyone else.

"I'm here to cut a big deal. If this is said to be sufficient now, there is no position for Nong. No, my life could even be in danger. Please, let me strike the sword because I want to help you."

That's what I said. At the end of the day, I lowered my head big enough to just sit down.

As far as I'm concerned, it's too much of a sword right now, but it's certainly a matter of getting into the village instead of the other protagonists. If they think they've done something wrong to get the right to drink alcohol from this village as soon as possible, they're not joking but life at stake, even though they're Ulrich.

"I'm not dissatisfied with my current sword, but I thought I could come up with some more ideas. I think I can try four attributes this time."

"Four attributes... at last!

The expression of the rare masterpiece Ulrich turns into something serious. I can't even see the dust on my companions until now.

"That's right. Light, gold, tree, and darkness."

"When it's dark... how do you use it?

"Darkness imparts the magic of the paralytic system. The light attacks, and the darkness becomes powerless."

"Grant the magic of paralysis... can you do that?

Ulrich's question is normal for blacksmiths in this world.

We've been wrapping up light, flames, etc. so far, but this has been studied over the years by the blacksmiths and uses a proprietary knitted magic formation. However, the dark attributes were less aptitude and research was not progressing.

In addition, there was a relationship with the Demonic Nation, and the image of the dark attribute itself was poor, and the blacksmiths were not actively studying the granting of the dark attribute.

"I've been shown a lot of magic. There's no problem if you just replace it with a dark attribute."

"I guess if you say so... the Lukes guys are going to say something"

The kingdom of Luke's Holy Kingdom, the Light Divinity, is monotheistic with the God of Light (Lucidus) as the Lord God. Other attributes are treated close to angels, but only darkness is different. Dark attributes are evil attributes used by demons, so much so that magicians who use dark attributes are also subject to persecution.

"I won't let them complain. Lucidus can't complain about that."

"It's not like I've met God."

I thought I screwed up the way I said that word, but I immediately laughed niggly,

"Don't you think there's a romance between the Devil's Sword, where light and darkness coexist?

And when I say that, Ulrich also says, "Right. The double multiplication of anti-attributes is more rewarding than just four attributes."

This combination of light and darkness came to mind from meeting the gods. Luna was the son of the Dark God (Noctis), and the other was called the son of the Light God (Lucidus).

By creating a sword that symbolizes these two, I'm going to blow a bubble into light godliness that's going to get in the way.

I casually saw Liddy and the others.

They were smiling when they saw me talking pleasantly.