Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

Smelt the weapon.

Just keep smelling it.

With intent to kill and hatred.

The village of Goblin was devastated.

The only ones who survived were me and Brother Lazaraza, who, like me, was ruled by a demon man.

There may be other goblins who have fled, but I don't think that's a good chance.

Because there's no way a proud goblin could turn his back on his enemy and run away.

Or, if I were a kid, I might have let you get away with it.

But I didn't think a goblin of a child chased after where he lived could survive in that harsh mountain range.

The humans stationed in the village of Goblin for about seven days, recovering and pulling up what seemed usable.

Take me and Brother Lazaraza.

It was a small village at the foot of the mountain range that was brought.

The village did not seem to have gone that far since it was formed.

I don't think a few years, at least ten years, have passed.

Old and young humans lived, and at its centre there was a force led by a man of demons.

I think the demon man is probably a soldier in some country.

The guys in my crew have a bad gala vibe, but I feel somewhat elegant from the demon guy.

Maybe it was a nobleman or something.

I don't know the name yet.

Because the demon man had two ways of being called.

I don't know what the word is, so I don't know which is the name.

I think maybe one of them is the name and the other is the captain or something like that.

My body still doesn't listen to me.

Obey only the orders of the demon man.

That's the same with Brother Lazaraza, and he couldn't even talk when he was with me.

I'm sure Brother Lazaraza, like me, must be boiling his killing intentions in his chest.

From the human village, we were given a little freedom.

Given conditions such as not attacking a human being, not doing anything to the detriment of a human being, not escaping, not dying of self, taking the initiative to act for the good of a human being, etc.

But I couldn't talk to Brother Lazaraza after all.

Because I've been isolated from Brother Lazaraza somewhere else.

Apart from Brother Lazaraza, I had a given directive.

Smelt the weapon.

And I kept refining my weapons.

The orders have made it impossible to get out of hand.

The best weapon I can make. [M]

The people who destroyed my village will use it.

It was humiliating.

If we could kill the men with a curse, this village would have been abandoned by now.

I kept putting that much hate into a weapon to smell.

"Proficiency reached a certain level. Skill 'Curse LV1' earned

Haha.

I really earned it.

But you can't use that.

Because it would be to the detriment of humans.

Even if I want to use it, my body refuses to use it.

What a nasty compulsion.

That's how I continued to train weapons as best I could. [M]

What was surprising was that the Demon Man treated me politely for what I did.

From the first treatment, I was prepared to be disposed of.

But they won't let you do more than the limit of weapon smelting, and they'll prepare meals and beds properly.

The appraisal stone was also held intact.

As usual, I don't understand the language, but I kind of figured out that the demon man was working on me.

That's why this killing intent and hatred will not go away.

Whenever a demon man receives a weapon from me, appraises the weapon and smiles, his intent to kill boils.

This power hasn't been polished for you.

The demon man seemed to have an appraisal stone just like me.

That's something higher than what I have.

Apparently, the chills I felt the first time I met him were those that arise when they were appraised.

I'm sure you can follow me this way because you've appraised me and found that my skills have weapon training.

I will train my weapon until the MP runs out.

I can't train a weapon until I recover when I run out of MP.

In the meantime, I sneak up on myself.

What I was given was a quick renovation of the cabin that was the village warehouse.

It is small because it was originally a small warehouse.

And there's nothing like watching over me being obeyed by a demon man.

That would mean that the ability of a demon man is trusted.

I do muscle tresses that can be done even in a small room. [M]

Arms up, abs, spines, squats, etc.

I don't think I can do anything about this.

But it should be just a little positive.

I'm not gonna follow a demon man forever. [M]

One day, I'll kill that man.

Now I still have no way to escape that man's curse.

But wait for a chance.

Keep just a little stronger to take advantage of that chance.

Otherwise, it's possible to shake a chance at a corner on a stick.

Honestly, I don't even know if I'm going to get that chance.

But I don't give up all hope.

Is it something you give up?

Until that chance comes, I will continue to burn this killing and hatred.

While dreaming that one day the fireworks will burn that man down.