I was summoned by Linoa to the blacksmith to tell me that what was said was up.
Of course, it is about the sword, made of demonic metal produced using the example Rapidestatoa and the demonic ore of the ruins of Zeshum.
I was headed to the blacksmith in a slightly floating mood.
"Well... Abel asked for a sword, didn't she?
On the road, Mere, who was following me with an escort, opened her mouth.
"Hmm? Well, think about it when the disturbances of the past don't allow us to deal with accidents."
Because of the nature of magic, it really turns to the rear to pinch the expansion and chanting of the magic formation.
If the bow and arrow are aimed from afar, it is the end if you are not careful.
Nevertheless, if you incorporate a corresponding action into the autoem and let yourself be escorted, that is enough, but it is also somewhat disgusting to always let the autoem walk sideways.
In the meantime, now that we have it, we have designed a sword that we can easily carry.
Blah, blah, blah. The awareness that I simply wanted to make it predates me.
It may not be a bad idea to make a robe that incorporates a protective technique formula, but if you want to make one, you want to make something authentic.
I don't have enough ingredients now.
"The last time...... you fought Mr. Marias. Is Abel in danger?
As Mere was a little surprised, keep an eye out.
"No, no. The day before Icarus' duel with Osama, Marius' spiritual beast was in my room, wasn't it? It might have been dangerous if Meir hadn't held me back with a bow and arrow."
"Meir, were you useful!
Mere makes her voice slightly higher and she is happy to wave her patties and arms.
Just then stop moving and lurk your voice like you remembered.
"... what about Mr. Marias himself?
"... well, isn't that where it is"
"There..."
With the Osama knights of Dardwarf who fought before, I wonder what they are as good as they are.
Since the devil's mass summons seemed like a sale, he might be able to work on a wide scale if he fought well scattered.
I don't feel like it would have been a good idea to go out and fight in the first place.
Sure, it would be more responsive because you can give instructions and summon the devil according to the circumstances, but if the devil doesn't have the power to escort Marias, the main body, he shouldn't have.
After a little silence, Meir shows a slight hesitation and then asks me.
"... uh, can you shake it, sword?
"Hmm?"
"Yes, no... I mean, it seems a little heavy..."
"Oh, it's starting to float with magic."
It may be faster than a sword, such as a high-performance magic tool.
They're designed to fly off on their own and stab their opponents and protect me.
"hey...... you're relieved then"
Laughs like Meir's relieved.
... Somehow now, I feel like my self-esteem has been hurt.
I bend my arm, make a force kobu and touch it with my hand.
Um... isn't that actually where it is?
Since I left the settlement, there has been an extraordinary increase in the amount of walks.
I suffer from muscle aches every day, but that is the proof that my body is strengthened.
"As it is, well... nothing, I can shake it with my arms..."
I whispered and objected modestly.
At the blacksmith, Linoa and the shopkeeper waited for him to see how he was screwed.
"... this is from the metal in the example, the 'pattern' of the sword made as I was told"
From Linoa, I receive a lead-colored sword pattern.
The pattern is arranged vertically with three eyeballs on the front and back.
It is a slightly evil hobby, but it was designed with the idea that Rapidestatoa would be easy to settle down.
"That... there's no blade part?
Meir asks as she hangs on to the pattern eyeballs with her fingertips frightened.
"Rapidestatoa creates her own body of stone statues and has the nature to possess them there. So I'm using that property to make sure that if I let the magic flow out, they generate blades in response to it."
This is just the patterned part, so it's easy to carry.
Although it is a mass of metal with high spiritual body and magic conduction in the first place, even the magic of metastasis can be called to hand with relatively little magic.
"While the blade is out, it floats according to our orders and automatically slashes the target. They also guard you, so when you have to be careful, you just have to leave the blade out all the time."
The metal mass that I gave to Linoa this time was the ruins of Zeshum… to the metal based on the fragments of the parts that were in that floating fortress, adjusting the body of the Spirit, the remains of Rapidestatoa, before forcing it to possess.
We can move around freely, floating around the universe, using elf technology.
While magic is in place, it attacks and guards enemies almost automatically according to the corresponding actions controlled by the surgical technique.
Zeshm is amazing, thank you, Mr. Everhide.
"Thank you, Mr. Linoa, store owner"
"Ha ha, me too, I've learned a lot. I didn't know you had this material. If you're going to make something unusual again, give us a shout!
The shopkeeper smiled and gave it back like it was prestigious, but the neighborhood under his eyes was supposed to be amazing.
... Next time, let's not rush it too much.
After I finished thanking Linoa and the blacksmith shop owner, I quickly put magic into the sword pattern.
Particles of light gathered at the end of the pattern, and quickly a long blade body formed its appearance.
One of the strengths is that you can change the shape of this sashimi as well as you like.
Longer sizes, sickle-shaped, free-flowing.
When he let go of his hand, the sword circled the universe, tilting himself obliquely in front of me, stationary in a manner like a erection.
Um, a little cheap, but let's call it the Rapides Sword.
"Try it, I want to kill something..."
It kind of creeps me out.
Wouldn't Nargarn or something come again?
"... the captain seems to have liked it, above all. Ah, for the Alchemy Division, I will start appearing the day after tomorrow..."
Linoa is very tired, too.
Looks like he's going to give his body a rest tomorrow.
"Okay. Then it's time for me to instruct you on the autoem sculpture of the afternoon section..."
When I said that and looked back towards the exit to get out of the blacksmith, the door was opened with momentum.
I wondered what it was, and Eurice with the blue-faced face showed up.
"Lord Abel! Lady Lark asked me to call Lord Abel as soon as possible..."
"How many gallons now!?
"... Huh? No, that doesn't mean..."
I turn around and get a puzzled look, as if Eurice had frustrated the momentum.
This is a good opportunity.
Quickly, Rapides Sword performance test...... I want to do a trial slaughter.
I hope he's the biggest, toughest looking, most likely slashing opponent.