Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 56 Evening Consulate

They say that what they have there is a brilliant sword and armor, "give", which would not come true enough to say royalty, on the contrary. He said he got it.

"I've received more things again, or at least I'll be able to face this sword and armor without shamelessly living it - but don't get sick of what I call this massage chair. Uh-huh. The sword and armor I received from the boy, let the lord inherit it it and make it a family heirloom. And we must raise the shameless in this sword, and we shall make a home lesson." If I do anything wrong, I will pierce you with this sword. ♪ Or what do you think?

"I even get gear, even fine dresses with effects. I even had a dress for your mother. When did you measure it? It was perfect, huh?

A boy sent weapons and equipment to my family, "thanks for the mining rights," he said. There's nothing to be thanked for, I found a mine that nobody knew existed alone, I dug a pit that nobody could dig, and I dug it myself. If you kept your mouth shut, no one would know you were alone, and it would have been years before I heard there was a mine in there. That was all the quantity and the pit.

That leaves a ton of iron ore and says, "I took it out of the way and I'll give it to you because I don't need it." I just left the amount of the past decades without asking for any thanks.

There was a lot of iron and wood supplied to the poor and therefore not even supplies, so there was a lot of fuss around the border, and the buildings and tools were built one after the other, and they were arranged in the city shops. The border, where there were few sellers and no buyers, was flooded with things, and it sold like it was flying, and I've seen it many times before, and I can't stop crying when I see the miracle with these eyes.

You can't get used to being shown miracles over and over again. People laugh over and over again. There's no way you can get used to peace. There's no way you can get used to sights your ancestors have never seen before in generations.

And finally there was a fire in the blacksmith.

A man who had been crushed by the poverty of this neighborhood, who nevertheless continued to protect and support this neighborhood from threats, and who had never been rewarded in this city before, began to forge. Finally a flame was caged in the furnace, a man who saved no one and could not save no one was saved by the boy.

A man who was collecting scrap iron on a border that didn't even have decent iron and creating enough weapons to fight demons while mixing sand iron in, a man who processed waste materials without even getting decent wood made spears, made arrows and kept supporting troops and adventurers on the border.

A man who once traveled to Wangdu to study and said, "It's the border that needs weapons" with enough talent to be named the best blacksmith in the highest blacksmith workshop in Wangdu, and who came back to the city to say that he couldn't even prepare so much iron, but who desperately kept making weapons out of the crude materials left on this border, was finally rewarded. You won't stop till you fall down again, by now you'll be hitting the iron for an even higher top than the best.

He said the boy piled up to leather on iron, wood and charcoal like a mountain, and he said, "If I make money, I'll pay you back -" and left it. I guess I keep beating iron with the intention of dying by now, because there's no way I can be rewarded with a double return. You must be wearing a blacksmith with your life, your pride and your arms that you were not even allowed to use.

I finally got back to being a blacksmith. To the best blacksmith in the kingdom (Smith), then I guess he keeps beating to exceed the best. Because it's even warm enough to reward that boy.

I sneaked out to shame myself, bowed my head, and finally managed to make a serious request to that man for the first time. That's what they said.

"I have left so many brave men to die without having been able to prepare satisfactory weapons or armor so far, so now I will have weapons that I can fight and armor that I can protect my life. I'm sorry.

I wonder who of the dead would complain, how grateful they were to have made enough weapons to fight from nowhere, and still regret it. The inability to hand over satisfactory weapons and armor was why they called themselves "weapons stores" and stopped calling themselves "blacksmiths," which left us unnamed.

I'm not talking about how things were going because the mine was already operating many times faster than planned, five times as many pits had been dug as I had requested. Besides, even though they didn't put the price on it, they received "thanks for the mining rights" and so on, so we have to protect the people with this sword and armor. With this sword and armor, it would all be good to storm, that's as good as it gets.

Besides, the best blacksmiths in the kingdom are making weapons and equipment for their soldiers. Now, if this is the case and you abandon the people and defeat them, we will kill the Border Army and others. Instead of being ashamed of yourself, I can't even reward you for not even breathing around here! All right, training. Special training. Assault battle!

"Father? Yao also said," Don't you move? I mean, listen to Yoshinaki, okay? Seriously. "Right? Why are you getting ready for your war outfit? If we strike out now, the Border Army will be on board the King's Capital before the Royal Army, instead of negotiating a declaration of war and simultaneous electric shock battle, right? That's not to protect the people, it's to get their necks, right? You're gonna piss me off, aren't you? Seriously."

Seriously, why does everyone keep their mouths shut and listen to what they have to say? Am I a lord? And that neighborhood will dismiss all assaults, right?

"If we're going to protect the border and die for the people, that's how we've lived for generations. I don't even know how to live like that when people tell me that I'm going to spare my life now, and I've been able to see the peaceful and happy frontiers that history has never allowed me to see or even dream about anymore, so much so that I can't even think about it because I'm too rewarded. I don't want to die without returning this favor, but I guess I can't grasp the total amount of favor I've received instead of returning it at the end of the day when the favor grows and becomes huge. And yet that boy doesn't even send me a thank you. You try to thank me, you run away or you mix it up, right? Other than that, I can't imagine a happier life.

"I got a brilliant sword and armor to me, the enemy. I also got a porn dress, it was so horny. Why is that boy, Master Yao, trying to save the border and the people involved? Why does Omui have a metaphorical tone when she talks to Yao? And are you really that strong by then? In that LV?

She even got swords and armor to Princess Sharicelles, "Apologies for breaking it", but she has never heard of destroying enemy weapons and apologizing, so she must be confused.

"I was angry that you tried to wipe out everything, but you were admitted to trying to protect the border and the kingdom. That's why I brought swords and armor for you, dresses... hobbies?... Well, that's the thing. And I wouldn't mind showing you that we're noblemen, but I wouldn't mind that boy, words with majesty as troublesome lords don't mean anything. So you should talk normally, because I don't have anything like asking that boy to be polite. We can only thank each other, even if the boy doesn't like it or runs around, we can only thank him. And... it's strong. Sure, you can say that boy is weak on both a level and status, even now he runs out to a lesser degree than an adventurer apprentice. When I showed up here, it was about the ability of the villagers, which was a low status and remains low. But it's strong. With that weakness, you kill the Oak King, you kill the Labyrinth King, and you keep killing the Devil's Forest and the Labyrinth, right? Is there something so horrible? Lv20 is no match for Lv100, strength is the result, there are strong people who have killed and survived, no matter how high the Lv is, there is no point in being killed. And that boy is surviving by killing everything, that's the strength.

Strength means nothing. Strong does not include significance. There is no point in winning, killing, surviving, or otherwise being strong.

We all don't understand the horror of that boy, winning, killing and living while he's weak. That's what I call strength.

And because it's such an ignorant fool that I don't understand, I guess I can do stupid things like waging a war on this neighborhood where that boy is.

Because it's so stupid that you don't know how horrible it is.

The fear of that strength.

Fear of making the impossible possible.