Kuro no Maou

Safely finished the ceremony and the party, the bright Ethereal Moon 7th.

We, the Element Master, were all visiting the Stratos Blacksmith Workshop in order to repair and inspect the weapons that were badly used in the battle of Ischia and to enhance them with the materials obtained.

"Welcome, 'Element Master' ladies and gentlemen. It's an honor to have a new Rank 5 Adventurer party on the subject at Sparda using us. Thank you, Mr. Chrono."

Leggin, the shopkeeper and craftsman, welcomed me with the same person's fond smile as when Simon and I visited before.

From that mouth of mouth, it also seems to be known throughout Sparda that we, the Element Master, have already become the Rank 5 Adventurer, and that we have finally greatly updated the minimum Rank Up record for Wing Road.

In the meantime, I didn't get any extra attention today because I was wearing a seminary uniform when I went out. Perhaps I'm famous for my black coat, Lily for her black wimp, Fiona for her triangle hat and witch robe and each distinctive adventurer outfit she revealed at the parade.

But as an adventurer, I'm glad to see my reputation grow, but I don't have a very good feeling that in my case there's a high risk that something will go wrong, but now I can't help but worry. Become.

"No, because the 'right arm of Larspun' I had reinforced before was a great performance, so I trust Mr. Leggin's skill would definitely do it"

"I didn't know you were wearing my arms that far, hey, thank you very much"

But right after this, I have to say, "The right arm of Larspun broke down beautifully." I have full responsibility for using it in a more unscrupulous way than performance, I'm really sorry, I did it on purpose.

Or if you don't have Raspun material, you can't play it... well, let's just ask for it.

"Excuse me, do you handle magic wands here? Including enhancements."

Fiona standing next to me asks. This time, I brought Fiona and Lily, who are also urochoing around the store, because they both need to gear up.

Naturally, it is decided that a wand or magic device (magic item) will be used by the two who are magicians.

"Yeah, I'm not specialized, but I'm handling it. The Great Magic Equipment (Artifact) class makes it impossible for some things."

"No, enough"

Bladed weapons, such as swords and spears, specialize in blacksmiths, but magic wands are commonly specializing in another craftsman. It's unusual to be able to do both, but, well, it would be like an adventurer who can use both swords and magic.

Speaking of which, the prototype gun that stabbed Todome in Slowsgill is also the actual production of this Stratos blacksmith workshop. This gun, which incorporates magical manoeuvres in a variety of ways, including loading and firing, and enhancing power, is a weapon that should be classified as a magic wand in one way or another. The prototype rifle has a pure firing mechanism that obsoletes any magic, so this is the gun in the true sense.

This means that Mr. Leggin already has a proven track record of creating guns as magic wands.

"Well, why don't we ask for gear for three?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Chrono, I forgot to tell you, actually, I, too, knew a little bit about how to train a curse weapon. Even though it's a weapon of curse, failure to take care of it can affect your power and endurance. Besides, the will of the curse itself is damaging and doesn't exert its power."

"Oh really..."

It is a surprising fact. The same is true of Mr. Leggin's familiarity with cursed weapons, but above all that cursed weapons can damage his mood.

"Master - Sheep want to look beautiful too"

No, you can imagine somehow. I'm surprised that that "grudge" "neck break" might also bend the navel just because I didn't maintain it.

I've had minimal care, but, um, maybe I should have a professional do it once in a while.

"Mmmm, is your husband's best senior Nata after all...... sheep, you can't beat it!

Stop calling me that. I'll tell you what, on behalf of a curse that doesn't speak other than an unspoken intent to kill. But Koitsu, I think it has become more chatty since it evolved into the "black chain curse" Iron Cage ".

Anyway, I'm not worried about sheep feeling...

"So-na - your husband - you're going to be more sheep. Come on!

- Shut up, you shut up for a second. That's an order.

"What do you say, Mr. Chrono, on this occasion, why don't you leave it to me?

"Yes, then please. Uh, a little high on numbers, are you okay?

"I'm not going to make it from scratch, so it won't take that long, so it won't take a week to get a hundred copies."

Well, that's no problem. For a very long time, if you let go of your curse weapon, you won't even be able to go on a quest. Whatever it is, it's the main wepons I can count on.

"We will now hear everyone's request for the requested weapon. Uh, let's start with Mr. Chrono."

With such a wack, I accidentally left all my cursed weapons in my possession.

"Master - I miss sheep."

Come on, will you stop resisting when you take it off your hands...

"Well, I hope I got the order, but hum..."

In front of the wide variety of gear brought into the workshop, Leggin spills himself as he strokes his jaw without any Dwarf-specific mustache.

That too should be true, the orders received from the up-and-coming Rank 5 Adventurer party Element Master are all in excess of the quality and quantity that a single blacksmith can do alone.

If Leggin had been the owner of an arm worthy of this small shop, he would have introduced himself to other workshops.

In the first place, it is an extremely rare case of a single craftsman handling a normal weapon, a curse weapon and a magic wand in itself. The blacksmiths who make it possible are rank five magic swordsmen when it comes to adventurers.

Chrono, of course, doesn't even know his customer Simon, but the two names Leggin has - Demon Blade Strike (Death Maker) - are not Dada.

All he needs to accomplish this job is simply equipment, not skills or manpower.

"In the meantime, does the Witch Lady's wand seem like she can handle just our workshop"

One of the well organized workbenches is placed two short canes (wands) brought in by Fiona.

They are both simple designs with a red tone, but the performance hidden there is very different.

One is Custom Fireball, which Fiona has always loved. Just to say, you can see the well-used marks, while at the same time being well maintained, if you're a leggin, you can tell at a glance.

It is a novice performance that freshmen in seminary will take care of, always releasing a constantly powerful 'Fire Arrow (Ignis Sagitta)'.

But this wand incorporates a modification technique that achieves a tremendous range of shooting speeds, as it bears the name "custom". Even leggings who are not adventurers can easily be imagined as greatly helpful in adding a few more monsters, such as goblins and slimes.

And the other wand. "It's a pick up, so I don't know the name," Fiona said like any other HR, but Leggin immediately made me say who she was.

'Rubi-Barrett', that is the name of this wand.

Developed by Avalon's Royal Palace Sorcerer, the Fire Attribute Specialized High Performance Short Cane (Wand). It is characterized by its excellent basic functions as a magic wand, such as attribute enhancement, activation speed and magic consumption, while being user-friendly and easy for beginners to handle.

Gain a wide range of users, from rushing student magicians to skilled knights to veteran adventurers active on the front lines. At the dawn of the official deployment, Avalon seemed to pull one out of every country in fire attribute magic - but it never materialized.

Cost. Just because I couldn't complete that simple and absolute condition, 'Ruby Barrett' could only be one of a few high grade wands.

Whatever it is, it makes no difference that this wand is a high-performance one. Fiona's request is based on "Custom Fireball", and she wants this "Ruby Barrett" to be reinforced.

Unless it is a reproduction of the same attribute, of the same pedigree, then, of the special abilities and functions, enhancement by the merger and fusion of the two weapons is not so difficult. Because it is just a simple application of the blacksmith technique typical of 'smelting' the incorporation of monster materials into weapons.

"The biggest problem is the fairy lady - no, Lily, it's your request..."

In the hands of the leggings, a single blueprint. He wanted me to make a magic device (magic item) written there.

Since it is labeled "Brain Dominant Device (Fairy Ring)," it is clear that this has the ability to brainwash people. Obviously illegal items.

But Leggin listened to me when I was handed this. It got directly into my brain, give me her message.

"If you were called Death Maker, you could do it, right?

Apparently, because he lived a peaceful blacksmith's life for too long, the mental protection (mind protection) he had on his head has also loosened considerably, Leggin reflects.

Only that adorable looking fairy has beautifully spotted the abominable willingness to create that she is living within again.

Only myself and my wife understood the inside of this chest, but it leaked unexpectedly.

"It's a prototype, but I can't help it...... I need Chairman Mordred to lend me some equipment. Well, there's gun production, and I was thinking it's time to talk through it, just the right opportunity."

At the same time as he makes up his mind, Leggin finally faces the will to curse all with his destiny.

"Hey, I knew the curse weapon was good"

With the same ambitious grin on Leggin's face as on the day of his presence.

Standing on the wall in front are nine different unidentified (nameless) pieces each. These are the weapons that I have just taken care of during this time.

From the first round of the "Curse Gladiator Games (Cars Carnival)," he continued to drive his opponents crazy until the unnamed long sword hit Chrono, nothing more than because Leggin's hands forced him into resentment.

Though the lowest grade unnamed (nameless) of the curse, the other year was a finish that would have allowed me to keep using it maintenance-free, but now the nine weapons lining up in front of me have all had blade spills and worn out.

Neither would they have expected to be used in the fight against the Rank 5 monsters as soon as they were released from the Moldred collection case. I just came back without breaking a single bottle, which is arguably enough of an effect.

"Hmmm, Hmmm...... the curse is definitely intensifying all of them. Was the battle of Ischia so intense, or was this Mr. Krono's talent?"

The magic of 'blackening', which Chrono is covering with black magic and forcing him to obey, is not awesome to rule the weapon of curse. Magic additions (enchants) are the simplest way to control curses. Regardless, the amount of magic required according to the intensity of the curse will be proportional to the acceleration.

The amount of Krono's magic power, which still dominates the powerful curse only by blackening, will surely be one of the blessed talents. But that doesn't necessarily encourage the curse to grow and evolve.

"This way, just one fight. Then why don't you spill one blade?"

By the blackening of Chrono, 'Horned Grave', now stained with a black colour even for its fullness, gives rise to a sense of intimidation that does not appear to boast differences in character even if it is among the unnamed (nameless) people lining up in the same place.

No, that's not the only atmosphere I feel. If you clear your ears well, you can certainly hear them from that blade. An evil melody, played in the voice of a beautiful woman.

"I didn't know it was possible to move corpses as well as, in some cases, evolve into high-ranking undead monsters. Interesting, I think I still have the power."

Leggin, like many Spartans, watched the Triumph Parade. The horseback riding of the immortal horse (Nightmare), which drained the liver of the gathered large audience, is undoubtedly evolved by The Resurrection of the Dead (Dead Alive).

The secret power of the curse is not all revealed even in magical appraisals. It is up to the user how far they can draw their abilities. Leggin shouldn't have any expectations that Chrono would unleash all the power of 'Horned Grave' not far away.

I can only politely sharpen the blade by now.

"Hmm, this one needs a lot of repair"

Also being put on another workbench is a giant monster fang, not a great sword made of it as a whole.

It is a "hungry wolf sword" bad eater "that inherits the intrinsic magic (extra) of the rank 5 monster" Bad Eating Warcraft (Chaos Eater) "and the resentment of a dead wolf beast (Warwolf) at the end of despair.

The abomination ability to live there is a fang blade that is more stubborn as a substance than the original, but now its full-bodied belly is heavily worn through a hole. Another giant fang, as if it had been eaten.

If you ask, he said he was damaged by taking the blow that Gleedgore had unleashed. It's not hard to imagine its immense power because it still sandwiched defensive magic.

But the weapon resentment just doesn't know such a circumstance, and the blade hoarse like a giddy roar. As he barks with a big mouth, letting the resentful enemies in front of him eat.

"Mm, no, this is it, I'd rather stay like this..."

Yes, there are enemies in this workshop who have now pushed The Hungry Wolf Sword "Bad Eating" to havoc. There are two things that occupy a narrow floor area: a hunk of reddish brown rock and a pitch-black sand mountain.

Materials of monsters earned by Chrono as an absolute right earned by crusading adventurers. It is the crust of the greedgore, and the sand iron of the slothgill.

I can tell that the super hard material you deserve to call a heavy rock shell, rather than a crust, will give you tremendous performance, be it weaponized or armored, even for a new blacksmith in his first year of gripping the hammer.

So is the other sand iron. From what I've heard, it seems that only sand and iron was collected from the earth by the soil manipulation of Gleedgore and the thunder manipulation of Throwsgill, both intrinsic magic (extras), but it is a leggin of forty years handling monster material. I found this to be completely separate, materially and magically, from mere sand iron.

Sand iron is the original and very similar in appearance, but its essence is a new mineral with magical powers. It was Chrono, not Leggin, who named this' Green Metal '. Crusaders are given the right to be named.

That is truly miraculous material, which could only have been born because of the existence of a monster in a special case called Gleedgore, parasitized by Sloughsgill.

Sometimes powerful monsters designated as Rank 5 will have these unique new materials. In addition to being the highest danger level as a monster, this special nature makes Rank 5 as special as Adventurer Rank.

"With all this, even if we stick to strengthening, we get change. Even if we build new weapons from scratch..."

It was then that I began to indulge in the red rock and sand iron that the troubled face leggings that seemed to be really enjoyable were not like that.

"-Oops."

Unexpectedly, I'm about to fall on it. No, if I were to describe it more accurately, they took my leg.

Seeing, Leggin's ankle was tangled with glossy black hair.

"hehe, this is, this is a fine lady"

I gently shook my legs and untied the twitching brunette, turning a soft smile at this flirtatious killer.

"Kisher!

A pair of gloves one at a time on the workbench, as if the intimidating voice could be heard. From its fingertips, a long fiber pops up that reaches Leggin's ankle. Regardless, it didn't flake me.

"I'll make you look good later, so be nice now"

In such a gentle tone as to teach his grandson, Leggin gently touched the cursed glove "Black Chain Curse" Iron Cage "with his fingertips, which were a unique saving for blacksmiths.

Moments, red on his index finger - no, a bright orange line like a flowing magma paints a geometry.

Only one person in this world, myself, can decipher that technique. That is, the original magic (original).

But the consequences of that magic fingertip were simple in itself.

"Yikes......"

At the same time as the lovely screaming hallucinations reached Leggin's ears, the energetic glove of curses grew as if he had fallen asleep.

"Ha ha, good boy, good boy"

He was a satisfied grinning leggin, but the moment he laid a swinging blade at the end of his fuzzy gaze, he turned into a bitter laugh.

"Hey, the lady over there on the boulder can't touch you lightly..."

"Absolute resentment" "Neck break" ". Chrono's proudest and strongest curse, Daiju, makes an awesome black-red aura, as if he refuses any contact other than the Lord.

As I stared, the aura stood up like hot air, little by little like a girl's face...

"Her opponent, let's wait a little longer"

I took on a really laborious order, and I sighed heavily, getting ready for work quickly.

"Long time no see, I guess it lasts all night"

But the face was truly sunny. That would surely be very similar to the look that comes to mind when combat fanatics return to the battlefield after a long period of healing.