Kuro no Maou

I'm walking with Simon through an industrial section with a blacksmith near the seminary right now.

The destination is a shop called Stratos Blacksmith Workshop for Simon's Destination.

A small storefront zero workshop, but the Lord, Mr. Stratos, was admiring Simon for his ability to be no less than a blacksmith held by the Royal Sparda, which is hard to expect.

For this purpose, the material on Larspun's right arm is either unavailable for weapons or items.

I could have delivered it to the guild, but Simon said, "If there's any rare material in the corner, it's best to use it yourself!" He recommended it, "so I decided to just show it to him for now.

"Maybe the sun will be down by the time I get home."

"I've been talking to you for quite a while."

The conversation with Wilhardt, the second prince of Sparta, began with something about the Alsace defense battle, and then the conversation about the Spartan army, about guns, about black magic, etc. was two or three turns, something that could already be called chatter.

Among the topics I heard was that there had been serial killings by swordsmen of beasts for about a week now.

Speaking of a week ago, it's only natural that we heard about Dortos' capture quest in the middle of Mount Galahad.

So, the summary of the murder that became its first ear is that a young woman is attacked in the middle of the night, the murder weapon is a great sword, all truncated by one sword, and the killer is seen to be comparable to a swordsman of considerable power, possibly an adventurer of rank 3 or higher.

It is not known to the boulders to what extent the investigation into the case by Sparda's 'Gendarmerie (Loguardian)' is progressing, but it is widely known that once the killer's race appears to be the Beast Man from the sightings.

However, more self-defense measures and precautions, such as avoiding night out, are needed than the killer has yet to be caught.

"This neighborhood is packed, so it's good for attacking people, it's dangerous."

"But it's the young woman who's being attacked, isn't it?

"If you see Simon on a silhouette in the middle of the night, there's a five-and-a-half chance you're mistaken for a girl."

"It's..."

I objected, Simon, but I nodded with a small sigh as you understood that what I was saying was based on objective facts, not jokes.

"But if you're with your brother, you'll be fine."

There's a new gun, and Simon rocks a new rifle on his shoulder.

Incidentally, it was explained in an earlier chat that the name was "Yatta Glass Duplex" and that the base was the same but that improvements had been made at the stronghold.

"But it could be an unexpected and powerful enemy, it's above rank three, right?

"Isn't that too attentive? How can you do this to your brother?"

I'm glad you trusted me a lot, but are you worried too much?

I wonder, if you encounter an out of the standard existence of an apostle three times, the unpleasant feeling that someone above my strength will appear will always accompany you.

But, well, the fact that the killer is the Beast Man is definitely not an apostle first, nor would it be a rank 5 monster that would be a test.

"I'll do everything I can."

"Yeah."

With such an exchange, the intended store was right in front of us.

It's a red brick building, which seems pretty small compared to the other blacksmiths I've seen on the road so far.

Still, it is a large enough building compared to a typical private house, since a workshop is set up to train iron.

Hear the sound of the preceding Simon opening the store door, wondering if the part of the chimney that is breathing out that sloppy black smoke is the workshop.

"Yes, there you are - oh, it's not Simon."

"Hello, Auntie"

It is in every way a dwarf woman, an aunt with such a windy horizontal width, who thus begins a soothing conversation with Simon.

Sitting on the counter, but her height is probably slightly lower than Simon's, I can tell you that she is the average height, given the characteristics of a low-back dwarf.

There is a soft grin on his face, perhaps not a sales smile, but a wholeheartedly welcoming smile, with scorched brown habitual hair tied behind him and wrinkles carved to make him feel the right age.

Well, Simon seems to be a good customer here, he built the first Contender-shaped gun he had, and he says that the 'Yatta Glass Duplex' he's equipped with now is also this Stratos blacksmith workshop, and it's a fact that he's been dating a long time.

"Oh, could you..."

Simon and his aunt's gaze can be directed at me, and this reaction is going to mean that they hear a lot about me.

"Nice to meet you, Chrono the Adventurer."

"Oh, I knew you were Simon's ‘brother’"

It's supposed to be the same smile as before, but is it my fault that for some reason it seems to be included?

My aunt and I spoke two or three words, after a common exchange between clerks and customers.

"Well, I'll call you, so just give me a minute."

So she disappeared into the back of the store to call Dwarf's blacksmith, her husband and the lord of this Stratos blacksmith workshop.

This time I didn't come directly to the blacksmith's workshop to buy weapons, but to see if I could use Larspun's right arm as a weapon material, without asking the blacksmith himself.

By the way, when I say Dwarf blacksmith, I have the image of a stubborn, short-tempered tough jerk.

Not only did this happen in the original world novels and movies, but the Dwarf blacksmiths we met in this other world were actually like that.

It was the craftsmen of the village of Alsace who exchanged words in particular, well at that time there was an intermediary of Mr. Bean, the guild master, who also listened to me, a rank 1 young man.

Well, now I'm really just a Rank 2 Adventurer guest, who's not even tasked with a leader for the execution of urgent quests.

If you say bad things, you're in a bad mood and you say, "Don't come to us again! I can think of enough possibilities to get yelled at."

If I'm not careful with this, I'll look in the store again.

There are several weapons on display in the room that feel a little narrow.

They were all of a simple shape, and in retrospect, I found them to be the same design I saw when I visited the Moldrette Weapons Chamber.

Axes on spears on swords with iron blades, all like a rank 1 rushing adventurer gripping, and not a single thing that seems like magical power is being praised.

What a reasoning it is that this is a subcontracted factory position to provide weapons to the Moldrette Arms Chamber, one Dwarf appeared snuggly from the back of the store.

"Yes, yes, welcome, new guests are rare, say anything, we will answer your request as best we can"

and a dwarf middle-aged man who comes to his sight with a slightly lower back attitude.

If you look at the work clothes that are dark everywhere and are like sea urchins in the season, you can assume that he is definitely the craftsman here.

Back length is still average as a dwarf, slightly higher than the previous aunt because she is a man, but

"Oh, I'm sorry about this, you haven't introduced yourself yet, I'll be a stubborn blacksmith, my name is Leggin Stratos, please, please continue to do so"

The man who named him Leggin didn't have a long mustache for a dwarf.

Without that physique and slightly pointed ears, he would have looked like a man of low back length.

Warm face with dripping eyes with dark edged thick lens round glasses on hair close to Bowes, its thick eyebrows and large nose are arguably dwarf-like, but still far from a harsh stereotype image.

against Mr. Leggin, who brings a good smile of people and bothers to thank me in front of me,

"Oh, yes, thank you very much, this is Chrono the Adventurer, thank you"

I bow my head reflexively and thank you back, even though I clap it out slightly too far from my imagination.

No, but this is an unexpected reaction, and I'm like, "Oh, my God, this Rank 2 Adventurer is a jerk! I thought you might suddenly say,

Well, if you treat me friendly, I've never been over it.

"Uncle, I need to talk to you a little bit today..."

Simon, who is already a familiar face, stands between them and explains today's requirements.

In addition to metallic systems such as iron and misrills, this Mr. Leggin said he also has the technology to process monster materials that contain magic, so I'm sure Larspun's right arm will be a good weapon, and Simon was giving me a heartbeat for that skill.

In the meantime, it's not like we don't deal with it, and it shows understanding with a brief explanation.

"Larspun came up with a name I miss a lot, it was about twenty years ago, but I still remember dealing with it."

What a surprise because he says he's already experienced processing of larspun material once, which is a minor monster.

The boulder is a craftsman whose path un ten years.

"But no 'Fist of Wrath', only the right arm, then you're just a little short of finishing one."

"Uh, no."

and I don't raise my voice as blatantly sorry as Simon, but, well, I'm also sorry.

Larspun's right arm was thrown entirely into 'Shadow Space (Shadow Gate)', so the storage condition is good, and it is not a problem to use as a weapon material.

Even though they make weapons out of the material, they sometimes use the material as it is like "Tooth Sword" Bad Eating ", or they use magic to fuse with metal, rightly called" practice ", but well, do they sometimes build blades by doing sole?

This time I was hoping that by 'training' the likely available areas of my right arm, I would be able to create a weapon that would exert the magic of the flames, but it seems that the treasure balls that I have offered to Mia God when I came here have become a necklace.

"We can also use it to enhance the weapons that we already have, but we can't expect much of an effect unless the original weapon has the attribute of a flame based on the properties of Larspun."

"With the attribute of fire, you mean that Sole is already a magic weapon."

Magic weapons are expensive, a dish that is still out of reach of Rank 2 Adventurers.

Um, even with a curse weapon, you have a weapon with regular magic on it.

"Ah."

That's where I come up with one weapon.

Yeah, I totally lost my mind, but I only have one weapon that holds the magic of fire.

"'Ifried's Thumb', how about here?

Removing it from your nose and offering it towards Mr. Leggin is a swing of knife.

It is the "thumb of Ifried," which had once again set fire to the 'insect repellent' in the adventurer's life here these days and, of course, secretly acted as a ten virtue knife treatment that could also be used as a knife.

But the reason I only treated them as too convenient items was that they didn't pin them right away when they said they were weapons.

Though horribly weak, it doesn't change the fact that it resides in a flaming attribute, I think Koch would still be a better ingredient than based on an iron sword, but fulfill...

"The 'thumb of Ifried', I see, this would enhance it well without compromising the ‘firepower’ of the larspun material"

The thick lens of the black edge glasses shines sparklingly and gives me OK.

All right, that's settled.

"Then I'd like you to strengthen the 'thumb of Ifried'"