“Our income would decrease, you know?”
“Ah, so that’s what it was.”
I felt Eli applying more strength than before while sterilizing the wounds. Ow-ow-ow-ow, I won’t do this again so please, go easy on me.
“I will make the cow’s sword tomorrow.”
“Right. But it’s quite wonderful even like that so there’s no need to hurry.”
Is this Eli’s way of showing kindness?
She made me make the swords for the pig and racoon in a hurry so it probably is. Feeling kindness with just this… I might have been trained quite well, huh?
But, if she is going to be kind to me like this then I guess being wounded every now and then doesn’t sound too bad.
“Mr. Kururi! I assume you will be done with the Life Dragon sword by today!”
Mr. Voltaire said, standing beside Eli while she was treating me. That’s the only thing he is interested about, so I guess it can’t be helped.
“Fufufufu, Mr. Voltaire. Shall we go talk a bit at the back? We have delicious sweets back there ,as well.”
Eli told Voltaire with a not-smile-like smile.
“Eh, what is it? I guess it’s fine for a bit. I was also getting a bit hungry.”
The two disappeared to the back of the shop.
I don’t know what they are talking about but I can feel this eerie atmosphere.
Seems like it was like I had thought, when Mr. Voltaire came back, his face was pale and his eyes had lost that shiny glitter.
“Mr. Kururi, no need to hurry with the sword. Make it whenever you feel like it.”
Looks like he was also successfully trained. Terrifying Eli. We probably only felt just a portion of her terror.
“It’s fine. My body still works so I will make the sword by today. I am also interested to see how a Life Dragon sword turns out to be. Besides, I also have this adrenaline rush so I feel like I can make something good.”
“I-is that really so?”
A shimmer of light returned to Mr. Voltaire’s eyes. Although it disappeared immediately again with Eli’s glare.
“….Please don’t overdo yourself, Mr. Kururi.”
It’s perfect. He has been perfectly dominated by Eli.
I think that’s about enough punishment for him.
“Noow then, the big wound is all closed up so I guess I will go pound some swords. Give me the crystal here.”
*Ting* *ting* *ting*– the sound of metal clashing against metal ruled over the shop.
What can I make with this? Mr. Voltaire was obviously excited but old man Barol and Eli were also curious.
A sword unlike any other sword–I don’t know what kind of a sword that is going to be until I finish it.
I had the adrenaline rush from so many battles in the dungeon so I didn’t feel tired from the work, at all.
Time passed by really quickly.
And before I realized, the sword made with the scales of the Life Dragon was complete.
I was also able to make the Life Dragon’s scale’s half-transparent golden color remain in the sword. It seems like the sword properly inherited the characteristics of the scale as it felt half-transparent and golden particles inside it, looking elegant.
When light is reflected on the blade, the particles inside the sword shines. No, it also looks like the particles inside are moving. Exactly as if it was living.
So this is what the living crystal Mr. Voltaire was talking about can do?
“I did it. It’s complete.”
Seeing the sword, light returned to Mr. Voltaire’s eyes and he jumped at it.
However, he soon stopped. And then looked at Eli. He was asking for permission.
“Thank you very much!”
Mr. Voltaire continued jumping at it.
I know that he is the one who is most happy about it so I obediently handed over the sword. He also seemed to be most knowledgeable about it.
He brought out a one-eye lens from his bag, wore it and concentrated off into his own world. He was now frantically trying to confirm the state of the completed sword.
Silent time passed by and after a while, Mr. Voltaire raised hisface and returned back to this world.
“It’s a success…… The Life Dragon’s scales are still living! There’s genuine dragon’s blood running through this sword!”
Ohh, looks like a success. Although I knew more or less by the sensation when I finished it.
Mr. Voltaire hugged the sword as if it was his own child. Look out for the edge.
Seeing him this happy about it makes my hardships feel worth it.
“Once! Can I swing the sword once?!”
He asked Eli, for some reason.
And Eli also gave her permission, for some reason.
And without waiting, Mr. Voltaire swung the sword downwards. It felt like that one swing had something in it, making it hard to believe that he was bad at fighting.
“As I thought. This sword has the dragon’s will dwelling in it. I, who can’t use a sword, making that swing. This sword is really living. My theory was right……”
Is that how it works? If so, then I could also understand that swing just now. If a master swordsman were to swing this sword, what exactly would happen? Makes me kind of excited.