Riot Grasper

I don't think I was offended by Cecil coming at me with a grin and a smile.

The handy blow of a tyranny tiger was indeed a little dangerous. It would be if they told me you had help.

But...

"Cecil, you're late."

"Unlike Curos, who ran first because he heard the roar, I came with the people of the Chamber of Commerce."

As for the man who is raising his hands upwards and spitting disgust at Mr. Cecil, I don't feel very much helped.

If I had waved my sword down like that, the battle would have been decided.

I just think I bothered you on purpose.

"There you go. Why don't you just retrieve your precious material?

The Chamber of Commerce people, who showed up only slightly late, carry a big backpack.

They are going to retrieve everything that can be material from the demons in the volcano, and they will uproot and strip away useful parts of the scorching hot tiger (Agnitieger).

Hold on... hold on.

"Wait. Curros... It feels weird, but you keep your mouth shut about me."

"What are you talking about? I saved him because he was dangerous. You stabbed the monster in the face. That's all."

Even if Mr. Cecil asks Curros a question that I'm obviously grumpy about, the response is too funny to make me laugh through my anger.

"No, I just think I was interrupted just before I finished."

"Hey! I'm here. A young monk who overtrusts his power."

"Huh? I'm not kidding. That mucky beard man there. Your help and your shooting at people with arrows? Then I would never want to work with you."

"Given Se's power in the first place, you don't need your old man's help"

Normally, I also feel it's my role to compliment my twin sisters and brothers on their abusive words, but I agree with what they're saying this time around.

"Anyway, I struggled to find a scorching tiger. I'm not convinced to give you the material."

"... then what?

To Curros' question, I accidentally squeezed the sword pattern hard.

"Be strong and let me convince you."

I get the illusion that it's in a hot lava sinus, but it's getting cold in my heart.

"Let's just calm down. Even if it looks like this, I and Curros have enough arms to be trusted by the Chamber of Commerce. If what I just said is true, I can't help but be angry, but you better stop fighting."

Arms up? I suppose so.

With his vision crushed, and even though he accidentally did, it was because he pierced the steeple of powerful demons in one blow and let them die.

"I'm sure you do... but I'll ask you the other way"

I'm sorry for Mr. Cecil, who would have really helped me in good faith, but I seemed to have quite a bit of blood on my head.

"- You two think you can beat me in a little while?

... because you throw up this kind of dialogue.

"It hurts when a young monk says a joke."

Next to Curos, who vomits evil, Mr. Cecil just shut up, too.

Too provocative a word might be enough to break a good relationship.

Mr. Cecil approached the tyranny tiger that had been skewered and pulled out the spear - set up.

Do...?

"Alas. I hope you don't get me wrong. I guess it's true that I discovered it first... and now you're not convinced?

The spear swung down BOOM!! nicely severed one of the big fangs of the tyrant tiger.

"You said you'd use it for blacksmiths, right? I think this will be enough."

When I touched the slightly red fangs offered, I felt my cold heart warm only a little.

"If you still have the part you want, you can take it. I'd be in trouble if they just took it all."

... I'd like you to give it all to me if you mean it, but if you were able to secure the amount to be used for the blacksmith, you could say that you have achieved your purpose.

It is to be hoped that he will contend with Curros, but then, in his position, Mr. Cecil will not shut up either.

Minds with a slight return to warmth insist that things should be done peacefully.

"Hey Cecil. What are you talking about?"

"Shut up, Curos. I'm the one who finally defeated him. If you're complaining, you should have done it yourself by the time I arrived."

Curros engraved a wrinkle in his brow root and spit it out into the flowing lava.

Dirty things evaporate in an instant with the sound of ju.

"Shit... the half-baked one is half-baked at work"

"... anyway, I'm not going to make things rough on this side. You're hired as an escort, but it's a matter of credibility to spark a feud from yourself."

I'm not entirely convinced.

But we should probably stay on Mr Cecil's suggestion here.

Now I want to get out of this lava sink as soon as possible.

I'm hot and tired, and I don't feel like staying in a place that made me feel bad for a long time.

I decided to store my received fangs in a tool bag and also get just a little bit of a sturdy skin with heat resistance that was wrapped around a burning flame and just tried to get out.

In this mood, I can only be healed by seeing the moment when a new weapon is born in Mr. Zig's workshop.

"... but that's odd. We explored this area earlier, but we didn't see the shadow or shape of a scorching tiger. Oh, tell me more about what happened when you discovered it."

A group at the Karnak Chamber of Commerce said they would continue hunting for some more time.

My primary goal is a scorching tiger, but I hear they collect a lot of other materials.

"There's something wrong with you, isn't there?

Don't be shy of this guy at all. Do you honestly think this one will respond when you are asked to seed it?

Or... are you watching the reaction?

"I can tell you, shouldn't you stop?

"Ahem?

"You're a strong demon. Well... if you want help, I'm in the mood to rush to cover you, but unfortunately I don't have a crossbow to carry, so I'll let you go home today"

"Oh, my God..."

In sarcastic terms, Curros distorts his expression without concealing it.

I will not deny that there is karaki. If you're assuming I'm hiding something, just let me think.

If you're going to give me a little bit in the future, then - - I'll hunt you.

"See you later (...). Take care."

Having thus succeeded in lowering my drinks slightly, I was on my way back from the hot lava sink to the surface.

◆ ◆ ◆

- The next day.

August Two Weeks, Light Day.

"Well, I'm glad you came back safely with the fangs of a scorching tiger."

I was pretty tired yesterday, and it wasn't until sundown that I arrived in the city of Melbail.

After resting myself in the inn at night, I visited Mr. Zig's workshop early in the morning and handed him my fangs, but he stuck around and told me about yesterday's events.

"Still, you got it well. Let's do it."

Dwarf's eyes looking at his shine and fangs bow and loosen his mouth behind his beard.

"As promised, I think I can strike him with a new sword"

"Yes! May I visit you again?

"It doesn't matter. By the way...... is there only one twat today?

Behind me stands Ray, in a diagonal mood in the morning. Len, tired and wasted, left me in the inn, but she came with me as I complained.

"It's a good trouble this morning."

... No, I'd rather you both relax at the inn.

"'Cause somebody better be doing the store number, right?

"Ha. That's right. So, you're asking for the lady?"

Right. The one from Ray...... that much about Mr. Zig.

This is how me and Mr. Zig head over to the workshop.

"This furnace is made from a mixture of flame golem heat-resistant rocks. A little heat won't break. But... indoor temperatures will increase considerably. If it gets hard, don't hesitate to rest."

With that mouth, Mr. Jig threw a grain of crushed scorched tiger fangs into the furnace.

As soon as - in an instant, the furnace stains a burning color, passing heat to this one, which is away.

"Tsukuba..."

In contrast to me, who leaked those words, Mr. Zig didn't change one complexion, and when he saw the time, he stuck the phosphorous dragon crystal into the furnace.

"And this size. I think if I had just one sword, I'd have extra material... I'd ask if I ordered anything else."

"Ah...... er. I don't know, how much is it going to cost you to hit the sword? It's a little over a million dallas."

Once again, when the sword was in the stage of completing, I realized that I had once again forgotten to negotiate about the price.

We need to do something to collect what's missing.

"Don't worry. I'm not charging you. I've also prepared my own fangs of scorched tigers (agnitiegars) that need to be forged. Don't hesitate."

"Ho, is that true!? Well, with this... yes! This kind of thing..."

"Oops. Not at all far-fetched. Well, you think that's what you are? Probably enough ingredients. I'll handle it."

Laughed and placed the phosphorous dragon crystal removed from the furnace on the iron floor, then Mr. Jig shook the hammer up loudly - striking it down.

The sound rings and the phosphorous dragon crystal deforms slightly after beating it over and over again.

... Apparently it's going to be okay this time.

The sound of a rhythmically gaveling hammer is comfortable to my ears and I think I'm going to fall asleep - - can I be!!

Hot.

It's so hot.

It's so hot.

It is indeed a pleasure to be given a tour of the blacksmith work.

but this is more than I imagined.

The sweat glands in my body react and my sweat blows out.

I wanted to cool down using water magic, but I could easily imagine the sight of blacksmiths being affected and pissed off.

Over time, I took off my protective gear, and also took off the inner shirt I was wearing inside and went half-naked, and around Phosphorous Dragon Crystal had managed to take shape as a sword I reached my limit.

He hesitates to speak to Mr. Jig, who is concentrating, and slowly takes to the store space.

Let me give you a break while I help you with your store number.

"... that. This one is cool. Why?"

"Are you done yet? Maybe it's been devised on the wall so that the heat in the workshop doesn't get through this way. It's an old building, but it's quite...!! What are you dressed for!?"

"Ugh!?"

Shit.

Current equipment - one piece of underwear.

It's just a pervert. I can't tell Ren anything about this.

"No, no! This is so hot in the workshop I can't help it...... it's dangerous!

Acts such as a girl with shame throwing something against a half-naked man may well be natural.

So normally, throw a throwing knife!?

Our defenses are now infinitely near zero!?

but - sweet!!

Take the flying knife with both hands one at a time, and the last one manages to deflect the body.

"That's still sweet. That would make sure that the roots of the prey are stopped."

"You don't look half naked and serious! Just get dressed."

dyeing her cheeks red. She didn't try to gaze at me, she raised her voice.

Maybe it's surprisingly pure.

It's definitely this way to be embarrassed, but I may have the qualities of an exposure freak that makes me wonderfully calm when they react like this.

It has opened the door to a new world.

One more thing I thought... this kind of thing... isn't the opposite of normal?

"- Ugh."

Finally, my lit body is getting cold.

No, I didn't get cold because I was exposed to the cold gaze of the woman next door.

"You're not going to the workshop anymore?

"Yeah...... I kind of have a hard time getting in once I come out or I hope I don't want to interrupt"

"Ma... it's been a long time, and isn't it about time we could do it?

When Ray was saying that, he just heard me calling from the workshop in the back.

"Hey. Come here for a second"

"Welcome!

Move your body to be bounced in response to your voice and press the door to the workshop vigorously open.

"... hey, calm down for a second"

Mr. Zig looks at this one and laughs as if he was half frightened.

"But well, I'll be in a better mood the day I can hit a good mon. I don't know what it's like."

That's right. The Dwarf tone is bright.

On the platform - a beautiful blade of silver was placed that housed phosphorescence.

The Love Sword Noir is overall black based color, but this sword is white based.

It's not just simple white, it's deep as if it's mixed in a wide variety of metallic glosses, and I'm about to get sucked in when I look at it boh. The shape is very similar to that of Noir because I asked Mr. Zig to do so, but he's brilliant.

"Hey. Keep your face too close. You're in danger."

I got cautioned about the distance the flesh on my cheeks cut off.

"This. May I have it?

"Naturally. You should have done exactly what you ordered."

... it weighs just fine. I don't think I'm going to get tired right away.

It is also preferable to feel that you have tried it with two swords in your possession.

And then...

As she shrugged like a child who had bought a toy for a while, Mr. Jig, who was sitting back in his chair and moving his hand to rest, rose up with the voice of "good shame".

"Well, if there's anything you want me to tweak, tell me. And..."

What was newly placed on the table was a dagger - rather than a blade worthy of being called a knife.

In addition, the skin of the tyranny tiger was removed and then the grain of phosphorous dragon crystal was mounted in a shape - a special piercing leather glove.

"I've managed with the skin you gave me and the extra ingredients."

"Oh, thank you!

Shit. Super happy.

I've always wanted a little blade like a fruit knife. When hunting demons and animals, it is surprisingly difficult to peel or cut meat.

I have no complaints about the sharpness of the Love Sword Noir, but in the sense of a small turning blade, it was slightly inconvenient. The world's most powerful fruit knife would make it easy to dismantle even demons whose outer skin is as hard as iron.

As for the special gloves, I would like to try them in action soon to see how much they can be used.

"Come on...... just as tired as I am today. I've been working all day... I'm taking my time off, so it's a little early, but the store's closed."

"Um... I had so many weapons built, and I knew I had to pay for it"

On the tip of my nose trying to get the sparkling coins out of my purse bag, boom! and a hammer was poked.

You said you didn't want it, but are you angry because you tried to force me to pay...?

"My arms are heavy because I'm tired. Keep this one on your shelf. When you're done with that, get some water. We need to fix the tools."

"Oh, that's..."

"I'm telling you to help me clean up. That's all... Enough."

... Welcome!

- After helping clean up the sincere workshop, Ray and I headed back to the full-blown Oyaji Pavilion.

"So much so that I can't describe Mr. Zig's good looks in words anymore..."

"Whoa. - Okay. Now that I know Se respects that Dwarf blacksmith, let me see your sword."

Speaking excitedly as I surrounded the table at the inn, Len tells me to show off his new sword.

He slid himself out of his sheath modestly because he couldn't even wield his sword in the dining room.

A slightly shining silver blade shows the face of a righteous man.

"Yeah. That's beautiful. But the dragon fangs have become amazing material after all these years?

"Apparently."

"Hmm. Maybe it belongs to a wise dragon who fought the Demons a long time ago."

"Mr. Zig said there's no denying it."

"Seriously!? Nice. I want some oil, too."

"I'm not giving it to you."

Return the sword to the sheath and shake your head.

"Ugh... by the way, Se. Have you named that sword yet?

"No way, Len... you too?

Beautiful young man laughing at. But the look is also like a prankster boy.

I didn't know there was a 'comrade' here.

"Ha... man is really a child all the time. Isn't that Bakka? The sword is a sword, so it's not a good name."

Ray's cheeks, drinking fruit liquor with a frivolous expression, are slightly reddish.

You seem a little drunk.

Besides, the braces of the ancient Sage Dragon are supposedly a scorching flame that even the Demons burned down.

So the name of the new sword is already set.

- Flaming Silver Fangs (Blaise Blanche)

I'd like to try the silver sword blanche.

Hmm? Speaking of which... today was a day of light.

That means tomorrow is the 'original day'.

Hmm... I think I can go to the Powdall Wetlands tomorrow because it's close to here.

The prey is not enough for slime, but try to make it your last stop and head for the Suaven Empire.

"By the way, Se."

"Hmm? What's up?"

Keep your ears close to Len's words as he speaks in a low voice.

"Ray, my sister's in some kind of a mood, is something wrong?

Huh? Is that in a bad mood?

Looks like you're drunk, but if you ask me, you've been cursing this one with harsh words earlier.

... Oh no, isn't that normal driving?

But I guess if my brother Ren feels that way.

Is that it?

Because I've been in store for a long time and I only got about a thank you from Mr. Zig?

... I'm sorry to hear that.

Mr. Zig said to buy him something from me, but I don't think a blacksmith with great arms knows the emotional subtleties of a woman.

I have no choice.

Suppose I show a heartbroken woman a beautiful view and let her refresh herself?

"Hey. I'm going to go to a place called Powdal Wetlands tomorrow, you want to come with me?

"Huh? Can I help you with your material collection again? What's in there?"

On second thought, I've put him on a lot of stops.

"No... the view was very beautiful"

"Phew."

While the twins are enjoying the scenery, I'll work plenty of slime hunting.

You two wouldn't have a problem letting it go.

"... go"

"Huh...?

"So! I told you I was coming."

Ray, who placed the empty goblet on the table in a doozy rampage, stuck it up as it was.

Still seemed drunk around.

"What about Ren? You're coming, right?"

"Huh!? hey, oila... just think about it, I guess"

"Okay. So, can I leave the drunken sister's care to Ren? I'm getting a little sleepy, too."

"Yes, sir." []/(exp, adj-i) (uk) (uk) (uk) cheerful/"

"Well, please"

I nodded, and I was about to go up the stairs.

"Abdominal pain...... cold...... ill...... maintenance of equipment...... hmm. I don't know which one."

Looks like Ren was whining about something, but it was far from my ear and I didn't hear it very well.

"What did you say?

"- No? Nothing."