Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortified City by Production Magic~

[Habel]

I don't know what happened.

However, in front of me was a fragmented sword that had suffered for years.

Even so, he was once chosen as a blacksmith in the land of the Dwarves. I made it sturdy because I used it on my journey, but I was supposed to make a good sword that didn't have any sharpness or compromise.

Or did the long journey lead to the limitation of the stones?

Otherwise, even the Sword of Oriharkon held by the Dwarf King would not be cut so lightly.

Thinking so, I checked the cross-section of the sword. However, what was in front of me was a familiar sight in a sense.

It's a smooth cut surface that you see when you chop off a piece of iron that's too bad to call a weapon.

"... stupid, my sword..."

This means that the performance is not that different.

I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say.

"... ah, was it really that important?" Shall we fix it? "

A boy called Van is sorry to say that. Usually, I definitely yelled. But no matter what happens now, I don't feel like it.

"W-What are you doing, fixing it..."

Once broken, no matter what happens, it will not be restored. Even if I tried to restore it by driving the core rod in and heating it, I could only do what I looked like.

The meeting between a sword and a sword quickly deteriorated. If you're not good enough, you'll end up breaking from the same place.

Therefore, it would be right to recreate it once it has melted rather than to recreate it.

But the child in front of him speaks as if he could restore this broken sword.

Without knowing why, I handed over my broken sword.

"... hey. Do you know what kind of dwarf hit that sword?" Come on. You're not saying it was made by a human blacksmith? I can't tell you what happened to the Oriharkon ore. It's an anomaly. "

While saying words that I don't understand the meaning, I understand the trend of Van. Then Van picked up the broken sword blade silently and took it with the handle of the sword he received from me.

Then, he meditates on his eyes and shows a gesture to concentrate on something. I was wondering what I was going to do, and the broken sword in my hand instantly changed its shape.

"N-No...!?"

I'm not the only one, the people in the guild startled me. But none of the people standing behind Van were surprised.

A dozen seconds of that. In just a dozen seconds of Van's eyes twitching, my sword was back in shape.

"A-aaaaaah!?"

I didn't even notice it.

"Hey, somebody give me a sword... yeah, thanks"

I grabbed the sword I had just made, called out to the guys Van was holding behind me, and received a sword.

Holding that, I swung my sword straight down. Along with the high metal sound, the sword I received later was cut into two pieces.

"Whoa!?"

There was also a voice of amazement coming out of his mouth. After all, I felt like I was cutting radish with a knife. I don't know if I can do that with my sword.

"Yeah! That's good. I guess it's because I was good?" Even though it's thick, this sharpness is enough. "

Van said that with a smile, as if she could not see the disturbance.

"Yes, go ahead. I'll give you back."

When I was told that, I accidentally took it with both hands. This has been happening ever since my master handed me a masterpiece to set an example.

The blade has a slightly heavier center of gravity due to its firm weight. The thickness and length are the same. Unfortunately, the peaks of the bowls, patterns, and blades were much more elaborate than before.

The part that has been truncated as nothing but waste until now, but after knowing the degree of completion that has been shown in front of me now, this grandiose decoration seems to be an important element.

"Hey, hey..."

"Habel, what's up, that sword..."

As you already know, my people are asking for feedback from behind.

When I raised my face to answer, there was a Van's face that looked like nothing had happened.

"...... Ngh! Gh, ghhhh...!"

Eating his teeth and holding his sword in his hands, he looks up to heaven.

I can't believe it. No, I don't want to believe it.

But I can't tell you a lie when it comes to blacksmithing.

He continued to roar at his inner conflict for a while, but eventually the emotion of giving up filled it all up.

Push your sword to the ground with the cutting edge facing down. Horribly, the sword slashed through the stone board like a piece of paper, making a stiff sound in the part of the hammer.

"Hah! Hahahaha!"

Inadvertently, laughter leaks from the bottom of my stomach.

"Oh no! I can't make this business either!" No, it's something like any other sword in the Land of the Dwarves! It's funny what you've done to get me out of this place, no matter what excuse I give...! "

Declaring defeat, he sat down on the spot. And then he gazed up at Van.

"I'll do anything. I'll do anything." Help me recreate this sword. "

I think I'm really stupid, but the words came from the bottom of my heart. I don't care what that sword looks like. As a blacksmith, I was only fascinated by the sword's incredible performance.

At this time, I certainly forgot all about the Oriharkon Ore and the Dwarf Nation, and I was ecstatic about new blacksmithing possibilities.