Weakest Occupation “Blacksmith” Become The Strongest

"Oh, yeah. This will be the family crest of the Arsus family."

He took one cloth out of his pocket to prove it.

There was a family crest there that probably belonged to his house.

... aristocracy again.

Now I'm a little nervous because I've never had an interaction with him.

"I have as many daughters in the Arstus as you... I haven't slept here lately. The doctor saw it, but he couldn't find the cause, and now he's trying to find the right bedding for her."

"... I see"

"How far are you involved in furnishing this inn?"

"... for once, that's all"

"Right. Would it then be possible for you to take a trip to the mansion in order to make the furniture that once belonged to your daughter?"

It was an unexpected offer.

I'm no longer talking about being able to draw immediate conclusions on this occasion.

"I have parents, so can I talk to them?"

"Oh, okay. Nothing. It's fine.... I plan to return to the Mansion once. If only you would reply to this letter."

What he's been giving away is a letter with an address on it.

Perhaps it belongs to the Count's house.

If you look at me, the only thing I need to write about is my reply.

"Okay."

"Well, then, I'll be excused for this"

Soon he got up and left my room.

... Nevertheless, I had no idea nobles would ask me to make furniture.

I mean, I'm a blacksmith.

I'm better at weapons, either way.

For one thing, it doesn't start with not talking to the two of you.

That night.

I told my stepfather and stepmother who made time for me what happened today.

That said, you two have looked at me better.

"What do you want Lelius to do?"

"I... I don't know either way"

"... well. If Lelius is going to do that kind of work in the future, I don't think it's a bad idea to have a relationship right now."

I was a little surprised by what my stepfather said.

... maybe that's the way to live.

I was vaguely thinking I was going to work in this inn.

I'm going to have to work harder here than I have no talent as an adventurer, he said.

But... there are other ways of life.

"Not yet, I don't know... but there's something I'd like to try, I guess"

"... well. Then why don't you take it?"

"Yeah, okay...... I'm going to try"

"Whoa, good luck."

That's how my stepfather slaps me on the shoulder.

My mother-in-law exhales small.

"I missed Lynn, but in any case, Lelius will leave this house,"

That's what my mother-in-law said, and she looked at me.

Lynn, huh?

Are you studying to fight in school by now?

It was a week after I wrote back.

Give me a pick up, that's why one carriage came.

It's a luxurious carriage like never ridden before.

That's nobility.

It was the knights and servants who came to greet us.

When I boarded the carriage, I set off for the Alsus family.

Still, a bed for kids who can't sleep at night, huh?

Can you make them for me? [M]

It wasn't until two days after I left town that I got to the mansion.

That's surprisingly far away, what a thought. I got into a city managed by the Arsus family.

They say the city and the nearby land are the territories where the Arsus family is entrusted.

I just got off the carriage when I got to the mansion.

Upon entering the mansion, the head of the Arsus family - Lion Arsus - arrived.

Is he about thirty years old?

"Lelius, it's the lord Lion. I'm so glad you took my request."

"... no, thanks for nominating me too"

"By the way... according to what I heard, you were talking about a blacksmith."

"Yes."

The servant who heard my reply looked at this one anxiously.

I can't help it if the blacksmith is an affair. History is proving it.

The lord sighed after staring at this one.

"Well, as for this one, anyone can do something about it. Well, it'll be quicker, but could you look at my daughter's room?"

"Okay."

Mr. Lion seems busy, so a servant will guide him to his room.

Follow the butler to your daughter's room.

"... Dear Fira. May I come into your room?"

The lady's name seems to be Fira.

"... Fine."

A grumpy voice returned from inside the room.

Deacon opens the door and goes inside.

The room is dark. Only the moonlight slipping through the window was there.

The beautiful blonde rocking girl, but her eyes were sharp.

Loose wavy hair stretches as far as the middle of the back.

I guess I was trying to sleep. What he was wearing was thin and even his skin was visible.

A necklace with red demonic stones shined on his chest.

How much on earth will it cost? It was a beautiful thing.

She was lying down in bed, holding her pillow over her.

The neighborhood stands out in both eyes.

After all, I don't seem to be able to sleep for long.

"... is that the guy who made the great bed?"

"In the words of the knight who first turned to the investigation, he said it was better than any bed he'd ever slept in."

"But sure, you're a blacksmith, aren't you?

"Well, yes."

"It's not the weakest falling profession. What can you do?

I can't help being told that. Even I would have had the same feeling if I didn't know anything.

I mean, from before I met her, Feela looked grumpy.

I wonder if you're in a bad mood because of the lack of sleep.

"... I want to be able to sleep fast, but I can't believe I'm a blacksmith"

Still Fira stares at this one.

"For that reason, we're going to have a look at the bed.... Could you please, Lord Lelius"

The butler looked at me and me, so I nodded.

Approach the bed where Fira is.

The only way to prove my power is to solve her problems.

She keeps staring at this one.

I need to break it once and make it again.

Take a good look at the bed and check your current abilities first.

... C-rank? Not bad.

However, what bothered me was the effects that are attached to the bed.

Sleep Disruption S-Rank.

Seeing that letter, I wondered.

… can we make an effect on what we make?

Does that mean it's possible to put some kind of effect on my weapon?

I've never seen anything like that before.

I'm a little confused by my first experience.

"... What do you say? You think you can make a new one?"

"Wait a minute. Excuse me, would it be possible to have them rest in a different room because I'd like to watch it for a while now?"

"Huh? That's all right."

Feela gives a grumpy voice.

As I let out the concentrated air, the butler grabbed Feela's shoulder softly.

"... Dear Fira. Craftsman work requires concentration. Let's not get in the way."

"... I get it."

Feela bit her lip a long time before standing up.

It's a fluffy foothold.

... I guess I haven't slept much.

Where the two of you are gone, I took out the hammer.

Well... will it work?