I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Alistair's hall had a strange appearance. It's a two-story stone building, but all the exterior walls were made of one giant rock. Brushed like a mirror, four 25-meter or so rock walls with no slight irregularities on the surface would be in this shape if they were combined to form a box and put another one on instead of a roof.

Such a strange-looking building is regularly equipped with small windows. Without the windows, you wouldn't think it was definitely a residence. Is it a good, ruin or magic device?

"What do you say? What about the Atashi Hall?

"As usual, you're big for nothing on your tiny eyes. It's so portable."

How dare this hall itself be a demonic prop and portable. That's right, that's the hall of divine blacksmiths. It's not a glimmer.

"Hmm. Not a single piece of waste in this hall. You're the only one who can't understand that for nothing."

"Gu..."

Alistair doesn't like Groundlars' words, she squeaks and spicy words. But Groundlers didn't even say it back, he just wandered.

After all, Earthlers doesn't seem to like Alistair. I won't even say it back. I wonder what the hell happened between the two of us.

Step inside the hall as the carriage is led by Alistair, who is wrapped in a special item bag. That's just like the exterior - no, there were more incredible sights than that.

Apparently, the entire hall is in the workplace, and no entrance or anything like that exists. Taking a step, it seemed to be an immediate laboratory and workshop for Alistair.

I just wouldn't have thought this was the lab and workshop if they hadn't told me. I mean, pah, I had no idea what kind of room it was for.

The walls and ceilings shine thinly. And it's not a magical light. Oh, my God, the metal was sticking out like plating. A wall of metal like a polished silver dish was dazzling, reflecting light such as lamps.

"Wow."

My eyes tickle, or I stare at the walls and ceiling as Fran narrows her eyes. Alistair explained it to me like it was nothing.

"Oh, that one? Mithril plating. Magically delicate work can only be done if the magic of the outside world gets in the way. Yeah, we're blocking the outside magic."

"Mithrill? Is that Mithril?

"Ooh."

It's also a rare sight inside that Fran is surprised to keep standing. But when it comes to plating, it's this amount of misrills, right? Isn't that messy extravaganza? That's a divine blacksmith.

"If you're surprised to that extent, you can't go out with this guy, can you?

"Shut up, stupid ghost. I need to talk to you about something important, so you need to get up there. You know what the guest room is?

"I know. I just want you to explain what happened before that, okay?

"How far do you remember?

When Fran asks, Groundlers roars gently with his hands on his chin. I guess I'm opening my memory drawer.

"Uh... the princess tells me that I ran wild and that your skills took the madness away from me and stopped me from running wild. But I lost consciousness soon afterwards, and when I realized it, it felt like I'd woken up here. I somehow know the evil bastard was fighting something..."

You seem to have been protected by the Meres after the madness was lifted and explained really lightly. And you mean you lost your mind as much as I ran off and started fighting Zero Thread.

"It's been a long time since I've had this pleasant awakening. Thank you."

Groundlers bowed his head deeply. They really appreciate it.

"But I just took it, so I'll be back soon"

"Still. Even for a few days, it's gratifying to be free from the fear that makes me no longer myself. You owe me big time."

"Oh, we have to, we were just in danger"

"Instead, I have to thank you for not having to kill the princess or Chiara with this hand. I have to apologize to them later."

Really? Doesn't Earthlers know Chiara's dead? But I guess Fran still hasn't been able to cut enough to explain it from his own mouth. He wrinkled between his eyebrows and leaned over with an expression that could indulge him in something.

……

"What's up?

"Ha... you idiot! Later! I'll let you know when Chiara's due."

"... oh"

With Alistair's words and Fran's attitude, you must have understood. The expression fell out of Earthlers' face. But this is all I have to tell you.

"It's not your fault."

"... who?

I really want to tell you more, but I still can't have a conversation on my own. I just thought I'd have to tell her that Chiara wasn't in the hands of a runaway Earthlers.

I don't know what kind of relationship it was, but it seemed like an old acquaintance.

"I'll tell you that later, too. It's just that you didn't kill him. After that, he couldn't do it in battle with the evil man."

"Right...... Okay, I'll rent a room."

"If you're hungry, go to the dining room. If you order the Golem, they'll give you something."

"Oh."

And Groundlers looked quiet and went up the stairs. I guess the upstairs floor is the living space. Alistair, who dropped it off, only gave me a troubled look for a moment, but soon turned to me and Fran with a serious look.

"Well, let's just start restoring the master. I think I'm just leaving it as it is, because my athletes are stressed out."

"Mm-hmm. Please"

"Please."

"Master can't talk. More than that, first of all, the restoration of your body. I don't even know if I should simply repair it, so I take a sample and do an analysis. So, repair in a way that is not too burdensome for the master, while adding missing materials. All right?"

Yeah, Fran's in a totally pungent state. However, there would be no one more familiar with and good at than Alistair when it comes to repairing weapons. Then I'll take care of everything.

"I'll take care of it"

"... in the meantime, do you want to wrap your reading string around it"

Alistair wrapped her reading string around my pattern. This makes it somewhat easier to talk to the two of them. I have to get the francs to grip the strings every time.

"Fran, put your master on the table there"

"Mmm."

"Then start analyzing. What about Fran? Why don't you prepare a meal?

"Fine. I'm watching."

"Okay."

And the analysis by Alistair began. Alistair uses a variety of sorceries, skills, and magic props on me, placed on a table made of a strange metal material. The amazing thing would be that they are all appraisal and analytical stuff. It's amazing to be able to use all that type of information and to process all that information and use it effectively.

It's mecha plain from the outside, though. 'Cause you just lay your hands on a half-baked sword and stand still.

This is going to get Fran tired of fast-tracking. That's what I was thinking, 10 minutes later, 20 minutes later, Fran remained staring at Alistair doing the work.

I don't see how drowsiness strikes me, or how I get bored and softened out. I guess that's all you're saying is that you're taking me seriously. I may be careless, but I'm just a little bit happier. Because I felt like Fran loved me again.

1 hour later. Looks like Alistair's analysis is finally over. Alistair shrugged as she wetted the sweat on her forehead.

"Is the metal part oleicalcos after all"

"Oleicalcos?"

"You're a special metal, which can only be produced by a divine blacksmith. A human without the right knowledge would only think of it as a halmolium-based alloy, but if processed with a special technique, it would also be a material of the divine sword, a metal of God."

You've heard that name before in Ulmut.

"Am I made of that metal?

"Yes."

"So the man who made the master is a divine blacksmith?

"No, it's also possible that I just got the oleicalcos made by a divine blacksmith in some way"

I accidentally uttered a word of denial. Maybe an awesome sword made by a divine blacksmith? What an expectation, the damage comes from being big when it's different.

But Alistair further denies my words of denial.

"No, I can't handle Oreicalcos so perfectly unless I'm a divine blacksmith. At least the Master's exterior will be handled by a divine blacksmith."

"Huh? Well, I'm a divine sword...?

"That's different, too. I don't have a name."

Yes, I knew you shouldn't have expected it -. Right, because it was made by a divine blacksmith, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a divine sword.

"No, I don't think it's unmarked, I think it's shredded"

"Shredded?

'It originally had some kind of name, but you mean it was erased?

"Actually, I have just a few thoughts on where the master came from"