Episode 309 Signs of War (3)
Returning after a long time, the elven village is still unchanged.
The scent of nature, which is always quiet and full of life, pervades Airaâs house.
She looked at Rayâs luggage and said.
âYour burden has increased considerably in the meantime.â
âBecause blacksmithing requires an anvil. Itâs gotten to this point because Iâve been taking care of this and that.â
Derp told me to save tools like my own body, so I always carry them in my backpack.
There are a lot of anvils and hammers inside, so itâs quite heavy.
To the extent that a criminal would not dare to dare.
Botjim was already much bigger than his body.
âHmmmm. Your skills will be better than before. Will you please let me know?â
âThere is nothing difficult.â
âWhoop whoop. The elves, the craftsmen of the village, were clamoring to see you. They seem to want to repay the favor of the minerals.â
He waved his hand and trembled.
âAh, what kind of grace do you have with thatâ¦â
Ray bought 500 rows of minerals.
And a hundred of them are mithril.
500 less minerals would be enough grace for the elven artisans who had not been able to make their work because there were no minerals.
Since even the lords of the lords had not hesitated to purchase minerals without hesitation, the artisans had a goodwill towards Ray.
Ira stood up from the table.
âI told you in advance so that it would be okay to go anytime. Are you going now?â
âThere was something I wanted to make, and it turned out well. Letâs go right away.â
The place where they arrived after being guided by Aira was a place farther into the mountains from the center of the elven village.
A few elves who were carrying minerals bowed their heads when they saw Aira.
âOh, Aira. How did you come to such a shabby place?â
âHow can a place in charge of the villageâs weaponry be called shabby?â
âI donât know what to do with you complimenting me like that. Please come in.â
Upon entering the room while being welcomed by the elves, the heat from the furnace hits you with a musty smell.
The brazier made of wood seems to be protected by magic.
Flames gushed continuously from within the wood brazier.
Looking closely, there is a small magic circle engraved on the side.
I admire it while stroking the brazier with my hand to see if itâs not hot.
âAwesome. The heat you feel is constant.â
According to Derp, a brazier that maintains heat for a long time is the table, and a brazier that maintains constant heat is the best.
Listening to those words, this in front of me was the best brazier.
said the elf proudly.
âIt is a fire that has never been extinguished in the past hundred years. Itâs all thanks to Aira-samaâs magic.â
âOhhhh.â
No matter how well-made a brazier is, the embers will get smaller and smaller as time passes, and it will soon turn into a fire.
A brazier that can last for a hundred years.
I couldnât believe it even when I saw it in front of my eyes.
As the elves continued to brag about the brazier, a few elves pounding the iron felt the commotion and walked out.
When they saw Aira, they immediately threw off their gloves and bowed their heads.
âFor you to walk to such an undignified place on your ownâ¦â
âYes. Ratherâ¦â
He looks at Ray while he is talking.
At the same time, the gaze of the elf who was talking moved along with her.
Only then did the elf, the father-in-law, notice his presence and smiled happily.
âAre you the human helper youâve been hearing about? Itâs the first time Iâve ever met you in person.â
ânice to meet you. Are the minerals you sent last time okay?â
He smiled happily at him and nodded his head.
âha ha ha. Your sincerity has been well received. I express my gratitude on behalf of all artisan elves.â
âIt was nothing.â
The elf puts the hammer down on the shelf next to it and says.
âBy the way⦠Aira-nim, what are you doing up to this point? Did something happen that I need to prepare for?â
âno. I came here to get a glimpse of Rayâs skills, so you donât have to worry about it.â
âUgh. If thatâs the case, thereâs an empty seat. Use this brazier.â
âThank you.â
As the elf grabs the hammer and retreats, Aira sits her butt on a small wooden chair.
Even though he is just sitting in a chair, he has a strangely bewitching attitude.
she said, opening her soft lips.
âThen letâs take a look. How much I learned from that derp.â
In the meantime, Ray has been bullied countless times by Derp⦠no, heâs been taught.
I didnât know anything else, but I was confident about hammering.
He took off his white robe on one side and grabbed the hammer.
I take out a dirty, dirty black anvil from my backpack and hit it a few times with a hammer.
Caanâ! Caanâ!
A clear, high-pitched sound resonates lightly.
With just that, Aira noticed that his skills had reached a certain level.
she admired inwardly.
âYou managed to build up these skills under that kinky old man. I thought I would have been bullied for a year.â
Itâs true.
I was slapped countless times for a year.
He did all the chores, such as setting the table or cleaning the house.
Even Derp didnât tolerate the use of magic.
He also said that he would break his wrists if he used mana in the blacksmithâs shop.
At least in normal times, even such a simple cleaning could not use magic, so moths would sting.
Recalling the past, Ray shook his head.
âIt was not a life that people could endure.â
There was a hint of life in his voice.
Aira burst into laughter when the elf was told that the third eye, the Eye of Truth, was fiercely sincere.
âWhoop whoop. There is no such thing as an old man.â
In fact, since I am living my second life, I am right that I am an old man.
Ray placed the iron nugget on the anvil.
He felt the heat of the furnace by putting his hand on it.
âItâs just fine.â
Toss a lump of iron
When I got a wooden bucket and watered it, I was ready to hit the iron.
Aira was dumbfounded at the sight of her progressing as if she had grown accustomed to it.
A year is a very short time to say that it is a time for learning.
Even an elf with excellent intellect couldnât get used to something in a year or so.
Turning over a lump of iron in front of a furnace, he shows the face of a craftsman as if denying it completely.
It seemed like it wouldnât be much different if I brought Derp right in front of me and made him pound the iron.
Ray, who has already reached the level of blacksmithing, has risen to that of Derp.
It was natural for Aira to think this far.
âI can take it out soon.â
As soon as the heat rose, Ray took out a lump of iron and placed it on the anvil.
He tapped the red-hot object and nodded.
Soon, I hit the hammer with all my might.
Even though it was simply hammering, the sound was different.
A particularly clear noise spread from the smithy, which was filled with muddy metal sounds.
Kaaangâ!
A full stomach sound.
It was definitely a German vision that Derp was proud of.
All eyes in the forge were focused on Ray.
The sound took my heart away.
The hammering of the ideal they pursue is there.
Thinking so, I couldnât look anywhere else.
Rayâs hammering continued.
The iron lump, which had no value, continues to change its shape.
Caanâ!
Even the hearts of the viewers are refreshed by the clean noise that cannot be thought of as beating iron.
Craftsmen who were obsessed with making weapons stared at his hammering in fascination.
Shape with a hammer and cool in water.
As the podium was repeated, the lump of iron, which had been rough, gradually returned to its original form.
A few elven artisans recognized it.
âThis isâ¦â
âIsnât it ruiningâ¦?â
Eventually, the completed iron block became a hammer.
Ray cools his hot forehead with his forearm.
âAs expected, the brazier is good, so the beating is good.â
Thanks to this, the finished hammer was also made satisfactorily.
I donât know what kind of magic circle was carved into the furnace, but there is no better environment than this in the forge.
Aira, who had been watching from the side, tilted her head.
âIf itâs a hammer, donât you already have it? Is there any reason why you made another one?â
âYes.â
With a smirk, I handed the hammer to the elf artisan next to me.
When the elves didnât seem to understand the situation, Ray put a hammer into their hands.
âtake it. Even a hammer would be happy if it could be used for blacksmithing by an elven artisan who is said to have reached the pinnacle of detail.â
No way the non-living hammer would be pleased, but the elves handed it over, just as they would accept a ghost.
âCan we really take this?â
âI was taught that hammers pick their masters. This hammer is for you, no matter what anyone says.â
Unlike other hammers used for blacksmithing, Rayâs hammer had a sharp tip.
From its appearance, it was a typical elven hammer.
I could tell that it was made with the intention of giving it as a gift from the beginning.
Giving a hammer to a blacksmith as a gift is very meaningful.
Even more so if it was a gift from a blacksmith whose skills could be recognized by anyone.
The polite elf said in a trembling voice.
ââ¦Iâve been growing up in a blacksmith since I was little, but it was the first time Iâve ever heard that I just hit the iron. I canât believe Iâm getting a gift like this when I was satisfied with that alone.â
âIâm glad if you like it.â
Is it just what you like?
They couldnât come to their senses at the graceful appearance of the hammer.
It is obviously a simple hammer without any decoration or work, but it has a charm that catches the eye of the beholder.
Would it be like this if the demonic sword was made in the shape of a hammer?
The elven artisans who said they didnât even snort with tolerable perfection praised it in unison.
âThere is no fault.â
âA masterpiece. It was a rare experience just to be able to see them being made right in front of you.â
âIt is worthy of being called a human that Aira-sama recognized.â
As soon as you stroke the surface, you canât believe that it was made with a hammer, and the smoothness is transmitted to your fingertips.
Some elves were even swallowing saliva.
Artisans fall in love with his blacksmithing skills, and Ira falls in love again with his willingness to present hard-made work without hesitation.
Because she was in front of the elves, she always maintained a dignified smile.
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