Kuro no Maou

"Excuse me, where's Thor Heavy Industries' factory?"

"What, you don't know Tor Heavy Industries!? It's the largest blacksmith workshop in Adamantoria. Yan. Look, that tall chimney's lined up in a line of shifts, okay? Most expensive, that's where it is. Well, Tor's factories are everywhere. If you want to go outside of HQ, you should check it out."

And when I asked at the store, Nori's light Dwarf daughter gave me that answer.

What sounds like the Ese Kansai Valve is, for sure, a dialect called the Southern Mantra, or something. Because of the translation magic engraved in my head, it sounds like this, but I guess it's actually a bit of a different intonation or rhetoric, something of a degree.

When I hear this talk, I stick around and remember Mr. Mo.

Soak up a bit of a snug mood, while aiming for a destination as taught.

Apparently, Tor Heavy Industries is quite famous, as is my public statement that I don't know I'm a leftover. Well, I knew where it was right away, so let's do it.

When we get into the capital damask, we first decide on the accommodation, put our bags away, and then we go into free movement.

I'll take Lily to Thor Heavy Industries. Fiona joined Saliel in a search for a blacksmith who might be able to fortify 'Ainsbroom'.

Lily walks through a messy city with thin steam from nowhere.

The highest chimney, as in some cases, the destination is very easy to understand. Strolling in a tourist mood, he goes for Tor Heavy Industries, which he calls HQ.

"From around here, it feels like a factory block."

"Mmm, smells like iron."

Obviously not a private house, there have been more large buildings. Just look at the signs, it's the Nantka factory, what workshop, the Honiarara production plant, all those names.

Craftsman yelling at the sounds of obnoxious workshop work that seems to be the parent. It is not uncommon to see a large working golem running.

Busy crossing the road are all large wagons loaded with materials, slightly dangerous road conditions.

I didn't have to worry about anything, but somehow I held hands with Lily and went on a noisy, lively and enthusiastic factory compartment.

"Oh, look close, you're really big"

"Lily's Shangri-La is bigger"

Don't do it compared to an ancient superweapon.

Leaving aside the anomalies of the spacecraft, Tor Heavy Industries' factory was indeed a huge building of unparalleled size. It is a steel building that is so large and tall that it can be built on a ship. As far as the zodiac is concerned, buildings with similar shapes to the left and right line up to Workshop 4.

In the meantime, enter the most gigantic building in the front, written Workshop No. 1, which would be the headquarters store.

"Fine, you're beautiful."

Does the front entrance envisage visitors as well, especially the iron smell, which was a small and beautiful entrance. Like the Adventurer's Guild, there was a reception desk set up, which was busy with quite a few people.

About fifteen minutes of waiting in order.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?"

A pretty looking receptionist responds with a smiling smile. It's really like an adventurer's guild, or is it the same everywhere like reception?

"Dayne Gringham, is anyone there? I've been keeping references and letters."

"Yes, you're the first workshop manager. Excuse me, may I confirm your name and address?

"Rank 5 Adventurer" Element Master "Chrono."

"It's Lily."

"The letter is kept by a man named Leggin Stratos. I hear you're an old friend."

"We will now confirm. However, the first workshop manager is very busy, so it may be later to see you."

"I don't mind."

"Thank you. Now, please wait a moment."

And sit back in silence, waiting for the order of check-ups in the hospital waiting room.

Is Dwarf not very chatty, the entrance is percentage, quiet? Lily was also smart enough to sit quietly and wait.

"I wonder if the First Workshop Manager means he's a great man"

"I think he's a good man."

In one letter from an old friend, whether he will fulfill and meet me. I was slightly anxious...

"- Hey! Where's the guy who brought the Leggin letter!!

"Workshop manager, be quiet at the entrance. We have other customers."

"Yeah, why don't you just let it out!

It is a disappointingly physique, bearded moja man in dreadhair, who is hoarse enough to follow the image of a Dwarf blacksmith to raise his blood pressure, appearing from behind with tremendous momentum.

Are you also drunk on alcohol, red-faced, and quite tough on the strong side Osama. He always looks like a stubborn uncle with a mild grin contrasting with Mr. Leggin.

Apparently, that guy is the first workshop manager, Dayne Gringham.

With all that rage, my anxiety increased even further.

"Thank you for waiting, the workshop manager will see you, so I will show you to your room"

"Just let it go!!

I respect the courage of the receptionist who responds with a gentle smile everywhere against the background of the workshop manager who's screaming so much.

Either way, I was able to meet the intended person early. They put me through a place like a small conference room, and I was relative to the Gringham Workshop Manager.

"Dayne Gringham, the head of the Tor Heavy Industries Workshop."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Chrono from the Rank 5 Adventurer" Element Master ""

"It's Lily."

"It's a name I wouldn't ask... but that means he's from Sparta, right?

You're right, he snorted, and the Gringham Workshop manager looked terribly difficult and roared...

"Okay. Say anything."

"Yes?"

You look like you're ready, and all of a sudden, no matter what you say, I'm in trouble with what to say.

"Famous sword, demon sword, or artifact class wand? Whatever. A big, sharp golem."

"Um, what are you talking about?

"Hung! You bastard Leggin, you mean he dropped by without telling me anything..."

It's like I can't see the story.

For one thing, let's settle down here and ask for an explanation.

"I owe him big time. I wrote to you asking you to return the debt."

I see, was it?

Mr. Leggin only said he was an old friend of his hometown, a well-armed blacksmith, so I haven't heard one thing about what he owes me.

"If you like, can I ask you something?

"Really, you don't know anything?

"Because I met Mr. Leggin last year. You've never heard of it before."

"Hmm, when you drop in on a guy you've only been dating for a year... no, you mean that's all you were expected to do? You're a rank five adventurer, aren't you a fine mon?"

"It's also thanks to Mr. Leggin's weapons."

"Heh, young mon isn't being modest. That's what I'm talking about."

Hey, I didn't do it with that character.

"Well, if you don't know, I'll tell you. Leggin Stratos, about that fucking crazy genius..."

If you are a Dwarf man with a blacksmith's father in Damask, the capital of Adamantoria, it was only natural for the blacksmith to fall from the tree but naturally. That's how I naturally grew up as a Dwarf man, there were two boys.

Dayne Gringham's father was the oldest and largest Tor Heavy Industries in Adamantoria, known as Pandora I, its second workshop manager. For an Adamantrian blacksmith, having the title of workshop manager for Tor Heavy Industries is rank five for adventurers, no, worth more than that. Everyone admits, it's a superb sign.

The Dayne boy had a straight aspiration to respect such a great father and, one day, to cross such a father.

Fortunately, Dayne boy had talent. There was also instruction from a young age by his father, a superior blacksmith, and by the time he reached adulthood at the age of fifteen, no one of his enemies was more skilled in the same age. Pure aspiration, real talent and the environment in which it is fostered. It would be a natural consequence for Dayne, who had everything in place, to become known as a genius.

But all of Dayne's contemporaries call him "second hand."

Is that why?

It is decided. Beyond the genius Dayne, because there was a supergenius.

Leggin Stratos.

His father is an omboro workshop blacksmith in the corner of the city who is about to crumble. The arms are below the line. He was a man who had no enthusiasm for work, no upliftment, who hated to do blacksmith work just for a living. In fact, when Leggin was fourteen, the Stratos blacksmith workshop crumbled.

As for the blacksmith's birth, almost to the bottom. He was neither a father enough to respect, nor an environment where he could learn excellent blacksmith skills.

Still, the Leggin boy was aspiring to be a blacksmith.

That is why, on the same day as Dayne of the same age, he made his apprenticeship to Tor Heavy Industries.

Being an artisan in Adaantria is common in the system of brotherhood. The largest, Thor Heavy Industries, was at the earliest large enough to be called a school, and was also used to train young, futuristic young people. And those who have become apprentices of Tor Heavy Industries are the same for elite courses for blacksmiths. It is also said that those who become disciples at the age of thirteen, the lowest age at which apprenticeship is allowed, are rightly called geniuses.

Dayne and Leggin both became disciples at the age of thirteen, which apparently was the first in twenty years.

Anyway, the two of them, as genius children for the first time in twenty years, had drawn attention from the point of apprenticeship. And soon the difference in strength between the two appeared.

"Ha-ha-ha! Dayne, you're not really talented."

Grabbing a broken sword in two, against an iterative dain, Leggin was laughing and looking down at the loser.

Which sword made is sharp, sturdy or beautiful. Common blacksmiths compete with each other. From the first year of his apprenticeship, the two of them had made such a personal battle, not more than once. The result is always Leggin's win. The cut, the sturdiness, the beauty, in every way, Dayne was no match for one thing.

It's time to give up. You can't beat me.

"Gu... why, why, I can't beat you..."

"So you're telling me because I'm not talented. Well, more than that, just give me the stakes, 50,000 clans."

Too much money for a 13-year-old to bet. But if Dayne, who continues to lose in a row, is going to challenge Leggin to battle, he won't even get it if he doesn't hoist his stakes.

"Well, I'll see you when you get a dime -"

Legging away jarring bags of gold coins received.

But Leggin's home is a impoverished workshop on the verge of crushing. If you think you're making money for your family, some hoarding will also go down...

"Hey, you, Kawaii. Hey, why don't you go get a drink? I just got some extra income."

As soon as Leggin was flashy and scattered without a clan in his parents' house, Dayne was to know too much. Leggin became famous as a player for his disciple.

"Damn, damn it! How can you not beat a guy like that!!

Now if Leggin were a stiff hot guy with a blacksmith just like himself, he would have honestly acknowledged his prowess and praised his skill.

But an attitude that doesn't always seem like a jerk. He is a softer bastard who spends longer chatting to girls than begging for teaching from his masters and senior craftsmen. No enthusiasm, no upliftment, no shards. Speaking of which, I've never even seen Leggin holding the hammer outside of the determined instructional hours.

He was such a legging-boy... but the weapon he created was always first-class.

"Leggin, I hear you sold your war axe for two million."

"Uh, that's it. I finished it overnight with drunken momentum, so honestly, I don't remember how I made it. Hey, even a proper mon like that costs two million, so it's a shabby business, you know, blacksmith."

Laughing with a fuzzy face that's not out of alcohol yet, why don't we go get a drink today because we'll be luxurious? Dayne silently followed the scene as he restrained his urge to slap the hammer with all his might on Leggin, who invited him, among other things.

By the time I was fifteen years old as an adult, I was also more involved in full blacksmith work, although it was still the title of my apprentice. Already, Dayne, mingled with senior craftsmen to do the same job, has become a strength that can be called a one-serving blacksmith.

But Leggin already had enough requests in his name. Instead of serving it, it has gained enough popularity to be independent now.

The strength of the two, with each passing year, opens up further. Dayne is so stained that she says she doesn't like it, such as the difference in talent, but she still desperately chased Leggin's back.

Leggin, on the other hand, starts playing more and more flashy, sooner rather than later in the workshop, is immersed in a liquor store or sleeping longer in bed with a woman.

But those days of Dayne's humiliation came to an abrupt end.

That's the year they turned just twenty. Unusual, Leggin invited me to talk to him, and the two of us headed to a quiet tavern alone.

"Me, Tor, I'm gonna stop."

"What, are you finally going to be independent?

"Eww, I'm leaving Adamantoria"

"Huh!?

Leggin's strength and popularity had already established immovable status in Adamantoria. This year, he had also decided to finally be promoted to Workshop Manager.

The dream admired by Adamantrian blacksmiths is the right time before it comes true.

"Get out of here, where are you going! If you're going to be a blacksmith, Adamantria is Pandora."

If you're going to be independent, you can still tell. Even if we say that we are going to launch a new workshop over Tor Heavy Industries, it is possible that Leggin's strength will not allow him to laugh with great language.

But leaving Adamantoria is tantamount to stopping being a blacksmith.

"Nothing, you can do a blacksmith anywhere."

"You idiot! I'm in Adamantoria, so I guess I can make the best weapon in the world!!

It is not pride, but pride, that the weapons made by the Dwarf craftsmen of Adamantoria are the best weapons in the world.

From far ancient times, and the famous swords, demonic swords, many of which remain in modern times, are things made in the Dwarf country that stretches out at the foot of the Balrog Mountains. The legend tells us so much about where weapons are produced, and that's what it is.

"Hey, Dayne... what do you think is the most powerful weapon?

It was the ultimate proposition as a blacksmith, making it the first time I saw it, the serious face of Leggin. Dayne, who was overwhelmed with signs of even being intimidated somewhere, accidentally faces him.

And think. I've thought about it more than once before, supreme proposition.

"With the protection of the black gods, the holy sword"

There are limits to a person's power and skill: Dwarf. The only thing that goes beyond that is the power of God.

The majority of Adamantrian blacksmiths arrive, it was also the answer. Therefore, the manufacture of weapons involved in the protection, even in Tor Heavy Industries, is at all times a state-of-the-art technology and is of the highest confidentiality.

"Right."

Leggin answers boringly and takes a seat.

"I think it's a curse weapon."

The last of those words, Leggin really disappeared from Adamantoria.

Dayne didn't know what his words meant, even now that he had just passed fifty and climbed up to the first workshop manager.