Crusade for the life dragon, in conclusion, worked very well.
I just want to protest that it was unconvincing.
Whatever the dissatisfaction was, Mr. Voltaire didn't work at all when he dived into the dungeon. My perception was that Mr. Voltaire would take the lead and eliminate encounter monsters.
But he doesn't fight at all. I heard you're no match for a life dragon, but that even general monsters are tough. Usually they go deep in the dungeon while hiding by themselves. It seems that the motive for entering his dungeon was not a monster crusade in the first place, but a stroll in the dungeon. That's why we don't need combat.
When you're alone, you can hide and do it, but when you're alone, it's hard.
That's why he always stood behind me and walked in the dungeon.
"Mr. Kurli! Bug-shaped monters be sure to crush your head!
It was all my job until I cut my head off with my sword and crushed it. What are you doing? That feeling is not going to be forgotten for a week or so.
"Mr. Kurli! Swords don't work on Necromancer monsters! Let the magic go!
Don't be impotent! Let the magic go, I'll do it from the beginning!
... Well, I could do it. Apparently, it wasn't just swordsmanship, it was magic. I'm afraid I'm losing my memory. I still had to try it. In that respect, I may thank Mr Voltaire.
However, by his proposal to keep the Necromancer system crushed his head for once, and for a couple of weeks he also had the feeling that it would drag him down.
"Mr. Kurli! There's a life dragon behind this aisle, but a phantom beast class monster is blocking the way -"
I was already slaughtered before Mr. Voltaire finished.
You're gonna do it, right? I'll do it anyway, won't I?
One-on-one with this stupid big bear shaped monster!
I already know a lot about it, so I'm going to storm it before it bothers me and butts in.
He suffered enough injuries to drain blood from his head, but also tailored his phantom beast class.
There's an intact Mr. Voltaire flying around happily behind us.
The other way around, right? I'll strike the sword after this.
He fights and I rejoice in the back. That schematic should be correct.
Because of this, no, when I get here......
I got the head of a Phantom Beast class monster.
"Mr. Kurli! Finally, it's a life dragon fight. Attract Mr. Kurli to the life dragon. You can knock me down. Because I dig out the ore on my back!
So... I have a position... I'll do it!!
This is how the epic battle between me and the LifeDragon opened.
My whole body was scratched, but I finally beat the LifeDragon. I might be pretty strong.
Mr. Voltaire collects the ore of interest from the back of the fallen life dragon. Well, that's the end of our journey.
At the end of the day I also have the head of a life dragon...... No, the breathless head of the LifeDragon was still lying on the spot so powerfully that it didn't seem like a dead man. Some parts of the face are beautifully shaped and the scales try to reflect light and shine. I can't believe I'm hurting such a sacred thing... what the hell did I do? There will be no exceptions when we get here already.
On his return, Mr. Voltaire left the dungeon carrying him.
When the two of us left the dungeon safely, the sunset was bright red in the sky. I thought the plans would take a little longer, so it still seemed like a smooth dungeon search.
"Let's go home and hit the sword!
That's not the word you say to me bloody well, is it? Maybe Mr. Voltaire has a lot of emotions missing to have as a person.
When he and I returned to the store, the bronze statue of the sheep stood majestically next to the bronze statue of the pig at the entrance. I could immediately understand just what I had to do with his share of the sword as well.
When I walked into the store, Ellie and Old Barroll looked at me in bloody blood.
I guess we both thought it was something easier. Neither did I.
Soon Ellie brought me a treatment tool and wiped my dirty face and body first.
"Stupid. Good luck until this happens."
"That was just a lot unexpected"
"If anything happens to you..."
Ellie, that's what you told me to care about me by slowly dropping the tone of my voice while I was treating you.
If anything happens to me... Will Ellie grieve after all?
"You'll lose your income."
"Oh, you know what?"
"Yes!
I felt Ellie's power to disinfect the wound had intensified more than earlier. I want you to be nice because I'm here and I won't be able to do it anymore.
"I'll strike the sheep's sword tomorrow."
"Right. But it's nice as it is, so you don't have to hurry."
Is this Ellie's kindness?
When I was a pig and a raccoon, I was hurried and struck with a sword, so I'm sure it's kindness. Maybe I've been taught quite a bit of kindness just because of this.
But I wonder if I could get hurt once in a while if you could be nice to me.
"Mr. Kurli! LifeDragon Sword please by the end of the day!
Ellie was treating me, and Mr. Voltaire said well. His interest is only there, so I can't help it.
"Heh heh, Mr. Voltaire. Why don't we talk in the back? Some treats are delicious."
Ellie wasn't smiling. I smiled and told Mr. Voltaire.
"What is it? It's a little short. I'm hungry."
They disappeared into the back of the store.
I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm feeling a little creepy.
Apparently, it was as expected, and Mr. Voltaire, who had returned, had turned his face bright blue, and his usual glowing eyes had been lost.
"Mr. Kurli. The sword is always fine. When you want to hit me, please."
Apparently, he's been successfully tutored, too. Don't be afraid, Ellie. I guess we only know a handful of her horrors yet.
"Nothing's fine. Your body's still moving. Let's hit the sword by the end of the day. Even I wonder what a life dragon sword looks like. And I'm feeling high, and I think I can hit something nice."
"Ho, really?
A faint light returned to Mr. Voltaire's eyes. Ellie mocked me and disappeared.
"... please don't push me. Mr. Kurli."
Perfect. Perfectly dominated by Ellie.
The punishment for him will be enough already.
"Come on, I've got a big wound blocked, and let's just say I strike a sword. Ore over here."
"Yes, sir!
The sound of Cancuncant metal bumping into each other dominated the store.
Looks like Mr. Voltaire was quite interested in what he could do from now on, as well as old Barol and Ellie.
I don't even know what a sword is until I can do it.
I've been high in the dungeons and I didn't feel any tiredness at work.
Time is running out.
If you noticed, the sword with the Life Dragon scales was complete.
The translucent golden colour of the life dragon scales could also be left on the sword. The sword inherits the characteristics of the scales well, translucent, with golden particles mixed inside, and the blades are made supple with tips.
Reflecting the light, the particles in the sword shine. No, it also looks like the particles in the sword are moving. Exactly how he keeps telling me he's alive.
Is this what Mr. Voltaire said about living ore?
"I got it. That's it."
Mr. Voltaire, who regained the light of his eyes, tried to catch the sword first.
But stay on foot. Transfer your gaze to Ellie. Request permission.
"Fine."
"Thank you!
Mr. Voltaire flew in.
I give him the sword quietly because I know he is most happy. He seems to know the most about it.
He took a monocular lens from his bag and when he got it to his eyes, from there he went into his world concentrating all at once. He is checking the state of the sword he is now desperately capable of.
It was a world where silent time passed and Mr. Voltaire raised his face and returned to this world.
"It's a success...... The Life Dragon scales are still alive! This sword is full of authentic, dragon blood!
Whoa, that sounds like success. I felt it when I was able to do it, although I largely knew it.
Mr. Voltaire embraced his sword as he held my son. Watch the blade tip.
If you're happy so far, today's hard work is going to blow.
"Once! Can you let me down!?
For some reason the question was directed at Ellie.
"Okay."
And somehow Ellie gives permission.
Mr. Voltaire waved his sword down, without putting it between him. There was something caged in my current wave that I couldn't believe that I wasn't good at fighting. Such a feeling is woken up on purpose, like being shown mastery.
"I knew it. This sword houses the will of a dragon. I can't use my sword. I created this wave. This sword is still alive. The hypothesis was correct..."
Is that the logic? Then I'm satisfied with the way it is now. If a master of swords descends this sword, how much sword muscle on earth will he see? I'm a little excited.
"No, I had a good experience. Okay, I'll give you back the sword. I'm going home with this. If you need anything else, thank you."
Mr. Voltaire gave me his sword and tried to leave the store in a courtesy of discipline.
"Wait a minute! The sword!? Don't you want it!?
"Yes, because I don't use swords, basically. I thought you said you wanted to wave the request..."
No, can I really swing it!!
"Okay, I'm in this"
Uh, he's really gone home.
"What shall I do, this"
I stared at the life-dragon sword I had left on hand.
"Let the sheep have it..."
"" Become...!?
Ellie and old Barol hit me in the head at the same time.
Voltaire's in the air, but he's probably in there too! They said something like that.
"I struggled because of it. Why don't you use it yourself?
"Hmm, so is that"
I decided to ride Ellie's suggestion. A living sword, or maybe if you do use it, you'll see interesting changes.
That's why the LifeDragon Sword became my property.
Looking outside, the sun was completely down, and Old Barol started to think it was time to go home.
I got a look at the store all day today, so I'll tell her how grateful I am. Someday I'll have to thank you properly.
"Oops, I forgot to mention one important thing. The doctor's here today."
"Doctor? Example?
"That's right. I sold him a sword in installments. I liked it, so I might come back to the store later. I don't think I had any luck this time."
"Sounds like it. Thank you, Mr. Barroll, for today. Watch your way home."
"Oh, I'll be back tomorrow."
Barol, drop off the old man, and me and Ellie get ready to close.
And it was a tiring day. Ellie also looks a lot tired with her sheep's winning sword at Ellie. But we had a harvest on each other, so let's say the result is auray.
When I was thinking about that, there were signs of people outside the store.
Looks like they're stopping near the entrance. Are you looking at the sign? No, you're looking at a bronze statue of a pig and a raccoon. Unlike what I heard, is there a sheep added there and confused? I wanted the slippery guests to give me a break during this time. Especially on tired days like today.
Without wishing, the customer pushed open the door.
It's the last one. Let's do our best to serve our customers.
"" Welcome. Welcome to "Erie and Kurli's Blacksmith" "
Me and Ellie's energetic voices overlapped.
It was one man who came in. He's a pretty handsome guy I've seen. Wouldn't a good man who drips water also refer to him? It only holds simple luggage and gives the traveler an atmosphere. Are you as old as me and Ellie?
"Ellie and Kurli. Become..."
The customer solidified as soon as he came in. He opens his eyes and alternates between me and Ellie in the way that he can't believe it. Over and over again.
It doesn't look like you're in love with the sword, because you've been looking straight at me and Ellie.
"Kurli you......!? Mr. Eliza......!?
Well, who the hell is this guy calling my name? Ellie's name is a little wrong though.
Turn your gaze on Ellie, who? and send a signal. Ellie's eyes are slightly reluctant. I don't know! That seems to mean.
"Oh, maybe the eight hundred shopkeepers I went to yesterday. The tomatoes were delicious. This is my shop."
"No, because it's not. It's me, me. It's Rail Rain!!
Rail Rain? I think I heard it somewhere.
"Look, the doctor's. He said he was traveling around."
"Oh, or"
Looks like Ellie remembered me. That means he's the one who came to the store today and bought me a sword. What if he came to return it? Stop!!
"Because it's not! I'm a doctor, though! Why is that recognition!? It's me, it's your friend Rail! Where the hell have you been for three years!?
"Hmm? Here... Hey, Ellie."
"Yes, it is..."
"Swallow what! What, why are you so calm?!? What's wrong with me? Hey, is something wrong with me? No, because it usually reacts like this!!
I wonder what's wrong with this guy. Pretty tense. He knows something about us, but he can't follow us for a second.
"... Ellie, tea, serve him. Was it in our house that it was sedated?
"Well, that sounds good. There's no sedative."
"No, no, no! Because I'm decent!
"Sir, once in the back, please. Would you prefer tea or green tea?
"... tea! Change of plans! If this happens now, I'm gonna stay longer, so I'm gonna need something to put in my mouth. Hey!
Something reopened. I've declared this man to stay long or something. Uh, it was super thick.
At the end of a tired day, a strange guest arrived.