Yuusha Densetsu no Uragawa de Ore wa Eiyuu Densetsu o Tsukurimasu: Oudou Goroshi no Eiyuutan

Three days after I picked Aina up at Kenai's clinic, I was looking at a familiar weapon dealer.

There are still no signs of people in the store. Only the bearded Grandpa Mukimacho is here.

I don't know how to crush this shop.

"It's too much to take care of."

It hasn't been that long since the last stop, but it's been a long time. By then, I felt that it had been a lot of trouble.

"So, what's it like today?

"Oh, I was a little indifferent during the last riot. My gear is worn out."

I've been dressed like a villager the last few days when I first came to King's Landing. I usually wear the equipment that I wear in the mercenary business as usual, but it was severely damaged in the battle against the demons, and the role of the equipment as a defense was unacceptable, and it didn't look very nice.

Spread the damaged equipment wrapped in the bag and the large bowl (wreckage of) that became only the pattern and root onto the counter table.

Finally, I put a leather bag full of money.

"Please dispose of the broken equipment first. Then give me a complete set of armor and a new canopy within this budget."

The King paid the compensation for the damaged equipment, etc. safely, but it was considerably more colored (...) than I had thought. I didn't think you'd take extra care of me.

Combined with the original accumulation, the budget for the equipment is quite abundant. With this in mind, we decided to rebuild the equipment at once rather than repair it.

"Wait a minute."

Without looking at the money in the leather bag, Grandpa pulled into the back of the shop. There was a slight feeling of footsteps that seemed neither heartless nor behind it.

"Did something good happen?

I don't know.

A little later, the grandfather came back with a big box. Once the damaged equipment was removed from the edge of the counter, the contents of the box were arranged in an empty place.

They took out a suite of armor like I said. It was the construction that resembled what I had worn until now, but the details were different. The materials used are also completely different.

I've gained some experience as a mercenary, and I've seen other mercenaries' equipment. This is much better than the armor I wore before.

"Come on, it's what you want."

"... are you ready?

It's as if you knew my order in advance. Besides, my grandfather was bragging with a proud expression.

"Hahn, I see. The king will do something pleasant for us."

Gram laughed at me and gave me a bow.

"Why would a king come out there?"

"There's plenty of Dragons that my partner has turned into two. Isn't that right, old man?"

Grandpa smiled hard. It seems that Gram was right.

When asked to observe again, I noticed that each part of the armor arranged on the counter was made of familiar material.

Speaking of which, I had no idea what happened to the dragon I cut off.

"The royal family sent me here a while ago, and I just left it. I thought you knew you were going to get your gear in this shop. He wants me to tailor your protective equipment."

Does this old man know Eina personally? Maybe it was a family connection. Why don't you ask Aina next time?

"A little while ago... exactly how long ago?

"A week ago."

"... well, you made it in such a short period of time. It'll take a week just to make the ingredients for the Dragon."

The grandfather laughed softly when Gram told him what he was interested in.

"I pulled a wizard and an alchemist I knew and pushed them around. Oh, don't worry, I'm pretty confident!

Looking closely, there was a dark neighborhood in my grandfather's eyes. Maybe he hasn't slept much in the past week.

"Hey, it's been a long time since I got a fever from a job worthy of swinging my arms. But I still have the pride of being the best finish here for a while. That's what they told me about the production."

It must have been such a good job, and I was obviously tired on my face, but I was more satisfied than that.

"Come on, try it on."

My grandfather prompted me to equip myself with an evil dragon material defense.

"Weight and comfort are no different from the previous one, but toughness is no different from the previous one. Also, it is highly fire and cold resistant. Probably not even a second-class mercenary with all the equipment he's got."

As my grandfather told me, the feeling of wearing it is no different from previous equipment. However, I feel relieved many times.

My grandfather smiled at me with a fresh outfit in mind.

"It's still too soon to be satisfied."

That's what I pulled out of the counter. It's another order I ordered. It's a big guy in a sheath.

"It's the most robust" horn "of all the ingredients taken from the dragon species' evil beast. I won't be too scared to be a little rough."

I can see at a glance that there is no extra decoration, and while responding to my request of thickness and robustness, it is clearly different from this one. Trying to pull it out of the sheath revealed a thick sword that reflected the glare and light.