I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

At the end of the hall, a huge door was seated - where only the remains of the door were scattered, supposedly. It was Ayworth's sprayed metal corrosion pills.

No matter how huge and airtight it is, if it's a metal door, it's worn out by metal corrosion pills, from which other pills enter. That was another horrible drug.

The Frans step over the remains of the door and move on. And it was the prison that lay ahead. It is fitted with a metal lattice that looks sturdy.

The swordsman on the lookout was alive, but on a one-on-one basis, he's not our enemy who knows what to do. It was an instant kill.

"Garth!"

Immediately after stepping into the room, Fran rushes off. Yes, there was a Gurus down in prison. I've appraised him and he just seems unconscious.

"Mm?"

Fran grabs the iron lattice and forces it, but it doesn't come off. Apparently it was a special metal and had not deteriorated with metal corrosion drugs.

"It would be a demon steel-based alloy. That medicine doesn't work on magic metals."

"... Shh!

Nevertheless, this degree of lattice is not an issue as long as there is no magic cancellation. Fran gently sliced the iron lattice and stepped into the prison.

"Garth? Are you okay?

……

Shake the gas gently, but no response.

"- Greater heel! What do you say?

'No. I can't wake up.'

It would be the effect of the magic potion. I don't think it's because of Ayworth's meds. Maybe.

"In the meantime, let's get Garth out"

"Mm. Ursi"

"On!"

Fran brackets the unconscious gas on Ursi's back. Traveling with mindfulness and support would also be less burdensome on the Gurus.

"What happened to Ayworth?

"Hmm?"

Ayworth was crouching in front of the barn. Looks like he's looking into Zhang's swordsman's body.

"Hmm. You want me to stick a sword in your back from here? Looks like it's going behind the spine. Endurance is...... I see. Isn't it as powerful as the Devil's Sword? Did you think of this usage from the beginning and make it? Besides, what about this procedure? This is..."

He drips mysterious liquid into his sword or checks the status of the body. On the contrary, he had pierced the eyeball with something needle-like apparatus, cut his wrist and collected blood.

"Ayworth, back up"

"Hmm. Right. Well, there seems to be nothing more here. So, was Dwarf safe?

"But I can't wake up"

"Which one? Want to see a little bit of it?"

Ayworth, with the body firmly tucked in, approaches Garth on Ursi's back. I showed wonder if Fran should stop. But in the end, he decided to leave it to Garth to examine him.

"I see..."

Ayworth is turning the mouth and eye lid of Gauls or checking the flow of magic.

"I guess it's because of the magic potion. Severe mental drainage, which also affects the flesh"

"Cure?"

"From what I've seen, there's quite a bit of pollution going on, but it hasn't reached its worst. It won't be a problem to heal over time."

"Yes. What can I do to treat you?

"It would be the top sorcery of the healing system or detoxification by alchemy. Demonic drugs are highly influential, but several medicines exist to deal with them. You can treat him if you want, right? Dwarves invaded by magic potion are valuable specimens inside."

No, no, because you can never leave it with Ayworth or anything! It's like rolling raw meat in front of a hungry wolf and throwing it away. You'll never be safe. I could only imagine a future in which Garth would be dissected.

"Good."

"Hmm, do you?

"Mmm."

"Well wait. You're telling me that you're going to be cured soon?

"Fine."

"Mm..."

Fran seemed to have thought the same thing about me, and he clearly rejected Ayworth's words.

"Nevertheless, what will you do after this?"

I'd like to keep it safe and ask for treatment, but where should I carry it? The aristocratic city is in battle...

"Fran, let's go to the Adventurer Alliance for once. There you are, far from the aristocracy, and there may be men of war, who can be treated. '

"Go Adventurer Guild"

"Hmm. It wouldn't be a bad decision. In your position, there's no reason to keep it in the Bandit Guild."

Unsurprisingly, Ayworth agrees. I thought you were gonna insist on keeping it with the Bandit Guild.

"Let's just keep that dwarf and go to another battlefield. I'd like to observe where they're moving."

Was it simply that the spearhead of interest was directed at the pseudo-fanatical sword?

What's more surprising than that is that you don't try to go on your own. Because of his personality, he's going to leave Fran and go on his own. No, I'm afraid to unleash Ayworth alone, so you'd better stay within sight of me.

"The rarest, evolutionary Black Cat tribe in the world...... You can't miss the price."

This guy was intrigued by Fran too! The eyes directed at Fran dwell on the same curiosity directed at Garth and pseudo-fanatical swords. An eye for a precious experiment.

"Fran, don't ever let Ayworth bother you, okay?

(Of course)

Well, Fran keeps Ayworth on alert all the time, and he'll be fine. In a wild inquiry, maybe Ayworth is sensing the gaze he turns to himself.

The Frans, who went out of the hole where they entered as they were, hurried to the Adventurer's Alliance with their feet when they picked up the face they were yawning on.

The noise already seems to be showing a spread, and people look anxious even in the civil and downtown areas. On the contrary, it seemed that some travellers and pedestrians even hurried to the gate to escape from the king's capital.

"This is not good. If the battle seems prolonged, you may panic because of the people trying to escape from the king's capital."

There will be no need for Faith to whine anxiously. Fighting seems to be increasing in intensity, with loud explosions sounding in a row or mysterious lights emanating from the aristocracy.

"No one?

The arriving Adventurer Guild was surprisingly idle. There's no one but the receptionist. One of the earliest notices I had of Fran was Stelia, who was still pinching cookies in her spare time.

"Oh, isn't that Princess Black Thunder? What's the matter with you?

"What happened to the adventurer?

"The Alliance sent out an urgent request for policing. Everyone in their spare time is out of town."

The guild seems to be doing a good job, too.

"I want you to keep Garth"

"Garth... Could it be an honorary blacksmith Garth?

"Mmm."

Fran told us that he would not wake up because of the magic potion, that he needed treatment, and that in some cases the enemy might come to take it back. Then Stelia growls at the root of her eyebrows. With the status quo without adventurers, you're probably worried about whether or not you can keep them.

There Ayworth speaks out in a slightly irritating manner.

"What are you guzzling about? Just do it."

"Huh? Who are you?"

"He's a former adventurer named Ayworth."

That's what Ayworth told me. Stelia's change was dramatic. The frigid look on his face turned and he looks like a maiden in love. No, it's my aunt.

"E, Master Ayworth? also, could it be the dragon tied Master Ayworth?

"That's right. This is the guild card I used to use."

"We will see!

Stelia took Ayworth's guild card with a slightly trembling hand. And he's checking for seriousness with his face.

"Ho, it's real! That's the real Mr. Ayworth! Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you!

"Uhm."

It's a change of class from Obasan to Idol chase. Stelia stares at Ayworth with her sparkling eyes. The tone of the voice would be about a step higher.

The other receptionists stared at the transformation.

"So you can keep this Dwarf and treat him?

"Yes! Absolutely!"

I guess I really admire it. Instead of disgusting him with the decadence of Ayworth's attitude, he dyes his cheeks to the vermilion and nods joyfully.

But can we make a deal that cheap?

"Are you okay? We might have enemies coming"

"I'm fine! Let it go! Again, I'm a former Rank B Adventurer! Plus, we're calling out high-ranking adventurers who didn't respond to this call! I'll call a healer and an alchemist soon!

You hear what adventurers say about not responding to the convocation?

"Huh. How many years do you think I've been in this guild? It holds three or four of the Adventurer's weaknesses. I didn't mean to make you work for the nobles, but if it's for Master Ayworth, it's not the story!

Apparently Aunt Stelia was more of a shadow powerhouse than I imagined. Well, I'll take care of this one. You'll be fine.

Plus, if you think about it, you're a blacksmith who could possibly make something like a pseudo-fanatical sword. Depositing it in the country may be bad. Mainly in the free sense of Gauls. If King Kranzel had a very average ambition, he would not have the option of freeing Garth. After forced enslavement, I can only imagine a future where I can be made to engage in pseudo-fanatical sword mass production.

In that regard, an Adventurer's Guild can also be strong against the country. Just let's not push it. Fran takes out a million gold on the counter and tells Steria.

"Then I'll make the request. Ensure the safety of the Gauls pattern and ask for treatment. And besides us. Don't surrender Garth on your own, especially to the country or something. Rewards and expenses."

"Let's also keep a name for Non. I want to avoid being scratched from the side of the country."

"Is there a reason for all this? Fine. If Master Ayworth asks, we'll accomplish whatever happens! There's plenty to pay."

It's a request that the Adventurer asked for directly from the Alliance. Now if they take Gauls away from me, it will be in spite of the face of the Alliance. I'm sure you'll protect me.

"And then I'll leave my obedience behind. Ursi, if anything happens, I'll take Garth and run away."

"On!"

Worst case scenario, Ursi should be protecting Garth.

"Well, let's go now, Nong et al."

"Mmm."

The aim is the square in front of the royal castle. That's where the Earl of Baileys is. Right.