Where the hell am I...
I woke up wrapped in a cocoon made of a thin cloth membrane. Maybe the dream of "I want to be a pupae” came true. I don't remember making that wish.
Breaking the membrane with both hands saw an unknown ceiling at the end of his gaze. Where are you really?
I mean, I don't remember clearly. My head gets confused. I try to keep my eyes closed and my consciousness clear, but still my memory doesn't come back. Where is this place and why am I here?
Looking around, there was another cocoon. I peeked into it. There was someone in the back of the thin membrane who looked clear. I don't even know about this guy. No, is it closer to feeling like you can't remember? There was a surprising level of beauty in the cocoon that seemed like a strong mind. If it's so beautiful, you can watch it all the time. Really.
... I don't know where this is, but I'm starting to feel like it's not a bad place.
I didn't know when the woman next door would wake up, so I looked around inside this unknown building for now. It's at first glance just a private house, but little sense of life without furniture or anything. Was it left out for a long time? It's kept clean for that. While we weren't awake, I thought someone might be coming to clean up regularly. Will that person be here soon? If you're coming, I'd like to hear more about the situation. My memories are flying. Now I wanted to fill that part above all else.
When I looked outside, the sun was climbing to the top. Is it around noon?
I had nothing to do, so I looked out.
People's busy voices come from afar. Maybe it's also a market nearby.
I was free anyway, so I left the building and walked up to the noise of it. I walked down the trail for a while and out onto the main street. It turns out that there is a market as expected and it's pretty busy. Various shops stood at both ends of the street, and people were moving in and out of the corridor between them.
"Hey, looking rich brother. Why don't you buy us something?
Who is the brother who looks rich...... Is this about me?
"Red-haired brother, it's you"
I was puzzled and fingered. I did have red hair. Apparently, I look rich.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a match right now"
It should be. There was no wallet when I searched my pockets.
"What the heck. But my hot pie is delicious. Go ahead and eat. If you like it, you can come back."
"You have a lot of good service."
My sweet old man gave me something to mock and try.
……
"So, what do you say?
I wonder if I slept in that cocoon. How long has that been there, too? It may have been quite a long time, because I can't remember. I mean, yeah, I wouldn't have eaten anything.
But the feeling I saw doesn't seem like my body was suffering from hunger. Maybe there was a way to absorb nutrition besides eating it. It doesn't seem different that you didn't eat it, as you should know from the chase.
'Cause this pie tasted so good that I wanted to chew it infinitely. I put all the pie I had in my mouth and ate it as I swelled my cheeks. If I noticed, I cried tears, a little runny nose, dyed my cheeks red and soaked in joy.
"Whoa, whoa, he's an aristocratic brother. I didn't think you'd be so happy..."
"... already... no"
"Yeah? What? Swallow first, then tell me."
I decided to do so. I swallowed the rice and told my uncle again.
"Can I have another one?"
"Ha ha."
I guess Grandma was unexpected. I seem to have gotten into my bump and kept laughing for a while.
When I calmed down, Grandma happily started baking another piece of pie.
"Actually, I started doing business today. I was anxious to get ahead of you, but if you're happy to be here, you don't have to be confident."
Speaking of which, they are called aristocrats by their rich brothers, their noble brothers, if they are aware. Am I a nobleman? If it wasn't, I'm sorry about something.
"I'll definitely pay you someday"
"I mean fine. Today's opening day means I'll serve you."
You took my word for it, didn't you? Grandma.
The second piece, which was baked, was also cheeky at once, and cheeky and swollen. I am anxious to go ahead more than my grandmother, but I was so happy for now.
I thanked my grandmother and walked out of the market again.
After I walked out, I remembered that I wanted to feed that pie to the beautiful woman who was in the building, too. I'm sure you'll eat as good as you're impressed. I went back and tried to ask my grandma, but I'm kind of sorry to ask for another one after they served me both. No, it's a story I wish I had the money for in the first place. It will also be the sale of my grandmother's shop.
Then you can make money. I don't know when that beauty will wake up, but she can't be making money and losing it. All right, do you want to do it!
And, although I tried to be determined, what was I doing when I remembered?
My grandfather used to call me aristocrat, but what the hell would the aristocrats do to make money? Will the day come when I can fulfill it and pay my grandmother for pie?
I just took it seriously for a moment, but I couldn't help but continue exploring the market. You don't have the bottom line that you might be able to get service again!
But I got what I could get. Sounds like a lot of service to me when I look like a nobleman. Remember.
As we proceeded down the boulevard, the crowd gradually dissolved.
He came past the compartment where he was selling food and clothing, apparently to a compartment where craftsmen stumble. There are also stores that handle leather goods and some that process precious metals. This one specializes in making, I guess there are dealerships and such in the busy place. Where there are a lot of disciples and noise, and some people work silently on their own.
I don't think I can get anything into my stomach, but I felt strange and calming in this compartment.
As I walk around here at the same time I feel comfortable and calm, my chest creeps strangely. What the hell is wrong with this chest? I don't bother. Will gambling suddenly start? Doesn't look like it.
At last, my ears heard a decisive sound.
I could hear metal and metal bumping into each other. Among the artisan compartments, this seemed to be a place for blacksmiths to gather. When I approached him, he was eager to punch in Cancún and hot iron everywhere around him. My chest squeezes. I thought maybe I was a blacksmith.
The hammer the craftsman in front of me has, that one I don't feel strangely familiar with in my own hands. And that's why I wonder if I'm a blacksmith around the time I find out this guy doesn't have a very good arm.
"I'm sorry I'm at work. One thing I'd like to ask you, am I a blacksmith?
"Oh!? I don't know! Hmm? What, nobleman? Don't interrupt my work."
I seem to have asked a strange question. You don't even know if I'm a blacksmith. But I think it's time you were a nobleman. Well, maybe, but I'm noble.
For a while, I looked around at each place of work. There are a lot of people who are honestly undertrained. And I think. I'm not sure. I just feel that way.
I looked around at it all, but the best man in my arms was an old man with a place of work in the middle of this compartment. The disciple didn't seem to have taken it, and one was silently striking the sword.
"It's rare for a nobleman to see something like this."
Except that's how he spoke to me, and he's been doing his job silently. Watching him work calms me down. And I want to strike my sword myself.
I forgot how long I would have watched, and how much time I had. If you noticed, an old man and a swordsman stood by my side. I can tell from the surrounding atmosphere and body, that this man is quite strong.
Lord Barol, I need you to fix your sword.
"Again."
Looks like you two have a pattern when you see it.
"Are you a customer?
The swordsman cared about me.
"No, I'm a rare customer. I don't think you should worry about it."
"Yeah, it's just a tour"
I agreed with the old man.
"Right. Then I want you to take my request. This is it."
The swordsman gave the long sword he was carrying to the old man called Barol for every sheath. The old man took the long sword, even though he struggled, and pulled the sword out of Saya.
Double-edged straight sword. At first glance, I can tell it's a pretty famous sword. At the root of the blade was engraved the name of the craftsman who would have struck this sword. "Kurli Helan" and.
"This is a great substitute for being a first-rate adventurer. I didn't expect to see the Kurli series with these eyes."
The colour of joy appeared on the old man's face. And soon, the color was lost.
"But again, when you use it, the sword always goes like this."
I couldn't help but grieve for the old man. Even though it was a famous sword because of it, the blade lacked a meltdown, and it was even in the middle of the sword.
"I'm going to know how immature my arms are. But the Black Dragon didn't have to sacrifice his sword."
"I'm not saying your Lord's arms are immature. If your Lord is immature, 90% of adventurers will be incapable. But it's also true that the roughness can't fall out forever. Leave the lost kurli series like this."
"... sorry"
We loved each other's swords but it seemed like a late conversation. The old man is scolding, but he recognizes this swordsman's arm, and the swordsman was a swordsman and listened firmly to the old man's words. It seemed like the ideal form of maker and user.
The old man stopped the sword he was striking and observed the requested sword in every corner.
And after a long thought, I finally opened my mouth.
"No, we can't go back to being like this. At least not in my arms."
"Become!? If Lord Barol, the best blacksmith in the city, can't fix it, who can?"
"I don't think it's in this city. It's unlikely, but if there's anything you can do, you can't go to King's Capital. I'll write you a reference if I have to. Because of this Kurli series, it's a waste of time to give up like this."
"Ugh... I got it because of you. I've done nothing wrong."
"It seems so."
The two of them were clearly discouraged.
And I thought...
I feel like I can fix it.
I wonder how I should cut it out. It looks like a pretty famous sword, and it's not going to let me touch it easily. But maybe this will give you the money. Then I can feed that beauty who was in the cocoon full of mothballs.
Then you won't have to offer.
"Shall I fix it?
"What?"
Swordsman taunted me. Well, well, it's still within my expectations, so I won't stare back.
"Nobleman, I don't mean rarely."
I said it in a tone that sounded like an old man would give up a child. Looks like he spoke for me before the swordsman dragged me down.
"I know. My head is in a bit of an anomaly right now, but I know enough to take responsibility for what I say."
"So what? You think you can fix a sword that Lord Barol can't fix, and a kid like you did with the lost Kurli series?
The swordsman is still in a high-pressure tone. On the polite side, I guess I hate the jokes. And in his eyes, he looks like the people I'm kidding.
"That's what I'm saying. Anyway, nobody can fix it, can they? Then you can leave it to me, but you can throw it away as a dead sword, right? Why don't you leave it to me, thinking no, originally?
"It's unlikely, but some blacksmiths in Wangdu can fix it. You can't be the one to take care of it."
"Ah, I wish it had happened. Leave it to me, I can fix it in an hour. Besides, the price is fine for two pies of mothballs. What do you say?"
"Hmm, I can't leave it to you because it's unnecessarily suspicious. Lord Barol, that's it for today. Next time you come, ask for a letter of introduction for the artisans of Wang Du"
"Oh, I know. Shall I keep my sword?
"I'd ask for it if I could"
"Aye, okay"
The swordsman left. Now it was an atmosphere that didn't stop being angry.
"I like swords twice as much as people do. The sword broke down, and all of a sudden I got angry when they told me I had no body or lid to fix it. I don't know what you mean, but I don't think you and nobles are allowed to do anything."
I've been told again.
What, it's my fault? Really?
"But I can fix what I can..."
"And your stubborn lord. The fact that I've been watching Washi's work may mean that I have eyes that look at the sword to some extent. But all of a sudden, I can't take care of the job. Are you, by and large, the main blacksmith?
Ugh...... I can't say anything because I don't remember.
The silent old man's eyes began to feel like he had seen it.
"You don't even know the Kurli series in the first place."
"Ugh..."
Now I'm in my voice.
"But I knew at first sight that it was a good sword."
This is true. I knew clearly that even a worn out product was good.
"That's right. Whoever sees the Kurli series will fall in love. That's what babies see."
Is that so? I don't know. I don't remember.
"But not anymore when the sword is in that state. Yet it comes with the Kurli series sword. The Kurli series is about the swords struck by the legendary blacksmith Kurli Helan. A craftsman with a lot of unique craftsmanship that degrades its quality every time he hands on it."
"Heh. You have amazing people. He just said it was lost."
"Awesome or nothing. Though there are few swords left in the world, none of them are national treasure swords. Nobody knows an anonymous blacksmith, but he suddenly named himself and suddenly disappeared three years ago. The theory that he's dead is powerful. There are many rumors out there, but I don't know which one is true. One theory tells us that he was a nobleman. That's funny."
Heh, my voice was all over again.
"How many series do you have?
"Three divine classes. Ten heavens. Thirty holy classes. I can clearly tell it was manufactured by Kurli Helan, and that's not all that's out there in the world. The sword I brought earlier was a bottle of thirty holy classes, Amazu."
I felt heh.
If that Kurli was alive, he would have been rich, but he wouldn't be.
"Well, no, if you won't let me fix it, let me help you with something. I'd like to buy some hot pies on my way home."
"I didn't take any apprentices."
"No, not a disciple. He said it would be a simple job."
"He's a persistent nobleman. I don't have a job for you. Now call the sword, finish that one. That's all I said, that's all I can do, right?
That's why I was able to do the finishing touches of Barol's beating sword.
Um, excuse me, but that sword at the manufacturing stage, it's not very well made. I want to make it from scratch, but if I complain, they're going to kick me out, and I don't think I'll have anything else to finish this with. The point is, you just have to get enough money to buy a mothpie. That's how much it would give me if I finished this.
I couldn't help thinking about the procedure for finishing the sword. It was strange. Even though I can't remember at all with my head, my body moves alone. Without thinking about it, the sword was finished if you noticed.
The base wasn't good but I thought it had a pretty good finish. I felt like I was going to compete well with the sword of a guy like Kurli Helan who was praising me when Barol did it earlier.
Now that the sword is finished, I thought I'd go report it, but Barol seemed to be watching it on his side the whole time. Like I was concentrating, he was concentrating, too.
"What do you say? We're done."
"Ah, ah..."
Somewhere it was like a lost soul voice.
"You know, it's bad to say this all of a sudden..."
"Hmm? Ah."
The soul hasn't returned yet.
"Just pay for the hot pie, can't you? Work."
"Oh, take it. There's a safe in the back. Take as much as you like..."
Barol held my striking sword in his hand, and then he kept looking at it like his soul had fallen out even more.
I'll take the money for the hot pie and go home! And all the while he was speaking, he kept his mouth open, just looking at the sword.