Magic Gems Gourmet

Via the Wang capital, the remains of the Black Dragon were transported to the coastal city of Strom.

I go up to Leviathan's deck and look around as Loran holds a notebook of the whole picture of Black Dragon.

"... Hmm"

Occasionally, I use demonic props and the like removed from my pocket to find out something.

The knight following him was tilting his neck with no idea what he was doing.

Under such a loran, a silver-haired elf - Sierra, also a childhood tame for Chris, took a leg.

"Hello. Are you Lord Loran?

"You're... Oh! From inside the elf Master Warren requested!

"Yes. You think you want to find out about curses and all that? I hope you can help me with the knowledge I've inherited from a long time."

"It helps! Then hurry up..."

I don't often go outside. That's the life of an elf called Sierra so far.

Naturally, I've never been face-to-face with a young researcher like Loran.

Loran continued his investigation of the Black Dragon with the help of Sierra.

After a while, Sierra opens her eyes when she realizes that the horn of the Black Dragon is cut off.

"Excuse me, Lord Loran."

Loran answers as he looks at the scales a little further away.

"Yes! What is it?

"How come there is no black dragon horn? Has the honorable man already destroyed it?

"Uh, no! No, Ain't no mistake, because you did cut it off, but it's in Wang Capital because it's already been used!

"What is the use?

The horns of the dragon species possess many magic powers.

If Black Dragon, it would also be remarkable, and Sierra, well informed of the circumstances, was concerned. I feared I would have to ask what Ain would use it for.

"They gave one to the castle, and the other, like, to Christina's sword!

"Uh-huh. On Chris' sword?

"Yes! I like the conduction of magic, so it's perfect for Master Christina, who has always used Mithril's Rapier - Ain't you said!

You're absolutely right.

Machining should be extremely difficult, but there is a famous blacksmith Shearling who can almost say he works in the country. Did Shearling just say gold bars to ghosts when he had the latest formula furnace produced in the ist?

Try it from Sierra more than that, and I'll have a laugh at Chris, who's taken care of by Ain.

"I wonder if she's doing her best."

Crushing softly and small, she leans away from the head of the Black Dragon and closer to Loran.

"Shall I also open my body? Something must not happen."

and suggested, Loran nodded back with a full grin.

The investigation into Black Dragon's material went well.

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Change of place. Ein's mansion in Strom.

Ain't been home for a while. Ain't been visiting under Archet the Demon King to thank her.

Only two people descend onto the sofa in the large hall and enjoy a sumptuous chandelier overhead for tea treats.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Archet"

"Mmm. I don't mind."

"I wish I could thank you for something."

"... then confectionery. I'm going back to the castle, so I want something to eat."

"Okay. I'll ask the Augusto Chamber of Commerce."

The story proceeds soothingly, and Archet breaks his cheeks satisfactorily.

Ain on his way home from Wangdu had unfamiliar luggage. That's a crate.

Archet finds it and asks what's in it.

"Mm-hmm. What's that?

"Oh, you mean this box?

"Yes. I feel a lot of magic"

Feel it, Ain't put the crate on the table.

Beautiful as a polished glass workmanship, with a wooden box lid open and visible.

"I got the sword I was asking for from Mr. Shearton. This one is a straight sword, so give it to Dill. The other sword is in my room."

"... oh. Wow."

Archet opened his eyes with an admired voice and exchanged eyes with Ain before taking the sword in his hand.

"It's those kids' fangs."

"I knew you'd understand."

"Naturally. Because I'm the Demon King"

I also thought her eyes glowed suspiciously, and the sword shone a bright light.

The whole picture, like the shredded crystal, looks like a treasure sword, but the cut should be just a famous sword that can be said to be almost no worse than many of the swords that exist in Ishtarika.

"Put the same sword on Marco?

"I'll give it to you soon."

"... a weapon given to you by the Lord?"

Some powerless expression, an indefinitely focused weak eye sees Ain.

"Oh, that."

"Hmmm...... well, but I can't get to your brother's realm, can I? I don't know, but your brother was your brother, and he seemed to have added and subtracted it when he fought Marco before."

"So, uh, Mr. Archet? What did you just say?"

"It's no big deal. Because if I give that sword to Marco, it's going to be busy."

I still have no idea.

Although now she prefers to say things in a cloudy way.

"Nevertheless, you have grown stronger too"

Two, Archet's eyes glow suspiciously.

"I've always thought" I can't do it anymore, "but I can never do it now. What are you trying to take down? Be so strong."

"... he said he wasn't trying to defeat anyone."

Phew, and Archet throws tea sweets into his mouth.

If you think you've chewed it for a while, it looks like we're not done yet.

"I think I touched a magic I don't know. Who?"

and rocked Ain's heart hard.

"It's not even Black Dragon. Should be stronger...... who's that? I'm surprised there was a force stronger than you."

Definitely Goddess - no, it belongs to the Dragon Man.

"What is it? I think he's a lot too secretive. I'd like to see you again, if I may."

"... ha, the world is wide"

Archet looking up at the ceiling with his mouth wide open.

It's a trick that somehow looks dumb, but don't forget that she's the Demon King. No, the two of us in the room are out of standard, but the atmosphere runs out of soothing words because of the rhythm of the conversation, or because of character.

"Let me know when you get a chance to go see him. I'll follow you too."

"Oh, why?

"Because I care. Where are you?

"... I don't know, maybe in the deepest part of the divine dungeon"

- Uh-huh.

Because of the fact that Cain and Sylvia dived in, Archet let her pull her cheek.

"Speaking of which, you used to go there too..."

Then Archet closed his mouth as he noticed something,

"It could have been my fault. Ha... the sweets are delicious"

I cheeked the confectionery to delude myself.

Ain't got no particular discomfort, put the crate back on the floor and mouth on a cup with tea.

Even tomorrow, I thought in my heart I'd give Marco my sword.