The next day, I took it easy to recharge my spirits... did I recharge? Well, anyway, we decided to withdraw from the campsite and go to the throne.
"It's not like I'm going to do a special ritual. Are you ready?"
"...Ou"
"...yes"
"...Yeah"
Reply in order of me, Rifana, and Elmina. It is said that elves rarely believe in a specific god, but as expected, their respect for gods is much higher than mine. It seems that he is getting nervous now that he is heading to the throne where the god resides.
This makes me nervous, I like it. It's not like I'm dragging on the mistakes I made yesterday. I would like you to keep it that way.
"Hey, you're not nervous about me, who can be said to be the progenitor god of the current world, but why are you so nervous just to go see Balgand?"
"I'm not saying you're nervous... well, you certainly don't look like a god."
"Yeah, please don't pursue it too deeply.
"I mean, you're a minor, so even if you say you're a god, you'll feel ugly, right? Rather, I think you're in the UMA frame, rather than a rare creature."
"What is UMA!? It's so cute!"
Real is a little dissatisfied with our words. Do you feel like a self-proclaimed celebrity who thought you were famous but found out that no one really knew you?
"Well, if you actually take him to the throne, you'll change your perception a little.
The scenery suddenly changes. The sight that had seen the white dome-shaped facility suddenly changed, and something like a solid stone fort towered in front of me. Or rather.
"Yes, we've arrived! Huh, what happened to the three of you?"
"""cold!"""
It is a silver world all around. I mean, it's really snowing. The wind blowing sideways violently slammed the snow against our skin and it really hurt. Rifana and Elmina-san are shivering and screaming while hiding behind me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
When Real waved his hand, the cold suddenly eased, and the blizzard that was blowing on us subsided. No, it's not settled. The blizzard is just avoiding us.
"I-I thought I was going to die. It was hard to breathe... my ears are weird."
"It must have been hard in the blizzard in this outfit… my head hurts."
The two of us are still clinging to me and trembling. I'm not that far, but I'm still a little cold. I didn't feel any suffocation at all, but it seems that the two of us had quite a hard time.
"Is this Takayama?"
"Yeah. It's near the top of Mt. Kushana, the highest peak of Mount Bass."
"Idiot. Putting aside me, these two are normal people... not elves, so think a little more. What if the pressure difference ruptures your eardrums?"
"So sorry"
I scold Real while casting recovery magic on Rifana and Elmina who are complaining about their physical condition. No, if you think about it normally, I should be crazy, but I'm nothing. Probably because of the VIT correction.
"Ah, thank you... I'm better now."
"I'm fine now, thank you."
The complexion is still a little pale, but I somehow managed to stand up on my own, supporting the two bodies with both hands and looking up at the fortress-like building in front of me.
"Is this the throne... it looks like a fort"
"It's a hobby of Balgand.
Real opens the door of a fortress-like building and rushes inside. I hugged them and followed them.
"It's normal inside"
"Valgand dislikes extremely ornate decorations."
"I like it, it looks like you have the same interests as me."
I'm also not good at putting unnecessary decorations on weapons. Maybe I just don't have an artistic sense myself, but I believe that the beauty of tools, not just weapons, naturally emerges after polishing their functionality to the utmost limit. A completed tool is simply beautiful by itself.
As I proceeded further down the stone corridor, I heard something like a faint noise. It resonates louder and more powerfully as it goes deeper. Yeah, this is it.
"It looks like you're forging something."
"That's right. Bargand is hitting something if he has time."
As we proceeded to the back while talking like that, the heat was transmitted little by little. It seems that they are finally approaching the throne of the Blacksmith God.
"Wow, this is an amazing sight."
I groaned unintentionally at the sight beyond the aisle.
This place was like the inside of the crater of an active volcano. In the depths, you can see magma simmering and occasionally blowing up. If we were really inside the crater, we would definitely get severe burns all over our bodies, but strangely enough, we didn't feel the heat enough to cause burns. Maybe it's like a barrier to protect yourself from high temperatures.
"It's a terrifying sight...it's out of this world."
"But the room is quite stylish, isn't it?"
First of all, people tend to focus on the magma that can be seen directly in front of them, but this room certainly had a stylish atmosphere. It was still a rugged stone room, but the walls and floor had been polished to a luster, and the walls were carved with things like magic letters emitting a soft light.
Near the terrace-like place overlooking the magma in front, there are many furnace-like things lined up. was training something
If you turn to the right, there is something like a cool living space there, and the real one is walking towards it, ignoring the old man who is training something.
"Hey, isn't that old man Balgand?
"Yeah, but while you're training something, even the lever won't move. Let's wait until it's over. It's hot."
"Is that okay with you..."
Having said that, the person who knows that old man the best is undoubtedly Real, so I decided to follow his words quietly.
In what seemed like a living space, there was nothing but a glass table, a leather sofa, several barrels of liquor, and a ridiculously large bed. It is a relatively brutal scene.
I can't find anything like a kitchen, but does that old man not eat?
"It's a bleak room."
"Originally, gods don't need food, sleep, or rest.
"It's better than just having fun."
"Well, the biggest enemy of longevity is boredom, so we need a lot of entertainment. Balgand loves to train something, and the rest of the room feels bleak because it feels like it's in the mood."
Real takes out a small barrel from somewhere and pours the contents into something like a shot glass made of glass.
"Yes, please. It's Bargand's favorite drink."
"Sake, huh?"
Maybe because of the VIT correction, I don't get drunk so much.
The liquid poured into the shot glass is almost transparent. When I smelled the scent, I felt quite strong alcohol. That's why the frequency is so high.
"Hmm, oh… I like it."
"right?"
Enjoy strong sake that burns your throat. I can't get enough of this feeling of my chest getting hot. It is a really delicious sake with a crisp aftertaste. I want knobs.
"This is strong, isn't it?"
"Geho, Keho"
Elmina-san's eyes are black and white at the strength of the liquor, and she's drowning when it comes to rifana. If you're not used to strong liquor, it will be difficult to drink this liquor straight. It's like vodka.
"But my body warms up..."
"Whew, eh ho!"
"Oi oi...Hey, give me half. I'll mix it with water."
I pick up a shot glass from Rifana, who is drowning and can't even talk, and after drinking about half of it, I divide it with water. I don't think this will make you cry.
"Ah, thank you... this is the first time I've had such a strong drink."
Rifana is teary-eyed against Elmina-san, who is relatively relaxed. She has a runny nose. Did she get into her windpipe? She quietly hands over her towel to Rifana, who looks unbecoming a lady.
"What, my mother-dono--hmm, was the kid from that time with you?"
It seems that the forging was finished while I was taking care of the rifana, and a muscular old man entered the living space. Even though he'd been swinging his hammer in such a hot place, he didn't even break a sweat.
"What's the use of taking an elf girl? I'm not a part of the vault's orgy."
"Those children are a bonus. Me and Taishi came to Balgand for business."
"I have no intention of getting involved in this matter any more, Mother.
Balgand said so and sat down on an empty chair near Real, grabbed the barrel that was on the glass table, and began to gulp down its contents. It's not like being a heavy drinker.
"Don't say that. Even Balgand doesn't think the current state of progress is good, right? The technology level hasn't progressed much in the last few hundred years."
"Not really.
"Ah, Maria-chan.
Barugando didn't respond to Real's words and silently swallowed the contents of the barrel.
"I see, so you were cooperating with the vault last time and that was taken as stock, right? You made a deal on the condition that you would acquiesce."
"I don't think it has anything to do with my mother. Either way, I have no obligation to help the kid."
"You can't make it that bad. If you help Taishi, more technological innovation will advance, right?"
"Excessive technological innovation creates conflicts between humans.
"The current humans shouldn't have that kind of leeway yet. Unless someone stirs it up, right?"
"..."
Balgand is silent. I can't even understand half of what you're saying.
All I knew was that Hegel's treasured child was Count Maria Shidou of the Kingdom of Miscronia. That person seems to have come from another world like me, and it seems that the Miscronia Kingdom's army has been strengthened considerably with her wisdom.
"Hey, Balgand. You already know my intentions, don't you? My intentions and your intentions match. I'm sure it's going to be fun. That's why, right?"
"I don't take sides with either side, so that's fine."
"That's no good. Choose. Betray me, keep killing yourself and stay under the Vault. Or do what you want."
"Isn't it the same for Mother, after all?"
"I've never forced you to do anything before... well, I can't say that I never did it! You could say I left it alone.I thought you guys should run the world after finishing the world regeneration.But how much time has passed since then?」
Barugando didn't answer anything and stared at Otaru.
Me, Elmina-san, and Rifana are completely outside the mosquito net. There doesn't seem to be any refills of alcohol, so should I drink some ice water to wake up sober? Elmina-san and Rifana also looked like they wanted it, so I prepared it in the same way.
"We need prosperity, not continuation. At this rate, no matter how far we go, we'll end up in the palms of the gods. We'll have to jump out of the palms of the gods like you did in the past. That's not it. It's not fun and it's going to rot? You should be fathers and mothers.
"Those words hurt my ears..."
The two of them said that they were having a heated discussion――no, two pillars? ――When I was looking at him, I met Balgand who glanced at me.
"But Mother, do you think this kid has something to break the status quo? Isn't he just a kid who has just used his power?"
"That's not normal. If you look at a woman, you have the capacity to accept anyone without fear."
"Wait a minute.
"Hahaha, again. Even though you were suppressing your power, you're holding me and keeping your sanity, so it's not normal."
"Mother!?"
"And not just once or twice."
"Are you kidding!?"
"Wait? What about that reaction? Are you angry?"
Bargand was so surprised that he thought his jaw might come off, and Real, who saw that reaction, had a blue streak on his forehead.
"Well, it's fine. You guys are too fixated on humans, aren't you? Even though the former service races are also children of this world. Because they only fixate on humans, various things will go wrong. I don't have that kind of prejudice, so I'm going to ask you to do your best in that direction later."
"I don't have that kind of prejudice anymore... Hmm, come to think of it, there were certainly a lot of former service races in this kid's pair. Hmm... I see. This kid."
I feel like the way Balgand sees me has changed. How should I put it, it feels like I became an object of interest from the eyes of many others.
What do you mean? What the heck is going on?
"This kid's idea was certainly interesting.
"Yes.
"Sounds good, interesting. Then, if this kid entertains me, I'll take my side with my mother."
"I have to do that."
Something is coming together, regardless of my intentions.
"Hey, it's kind of cloudy, but are you okay?"
"I do not know"
What am I supposed to do, like entertain the god of blacksmithing? Can I do a one-shot trick?
"Hey kid. Show me something. It's like making me groan."
"That's abrupt, oi. Please send me the subject."
I can't help but say something.
"Wait, Taishi-kun. The other party is a blacksmith god, you know? Treat him with a little more courtesy."
"There's no courtesy or shit about the fucking old man who suddenly behaves unreasonably, Elmina-san. This fucking old man has a grudge against me for destroying the armor that my benefactor made for me."
"You're a dumb kid who doesn't know how to talk."
"Huh!? Are you selling fights?
"Why are you suddenly like a thug..."
I also have a grudge against being beaten. It hurt, or rather, it was fatal.
"Well, calm down. Even Taishi wants to go home to his wives as soon as possible, right?"
Bargand intervenes between me and Valgand, who are glaring at each other. Tch, I can't help but repay this grudge someday in another way.
"I'll give you a theme. How about a swing you want to give to your own child?"
"Hmm, that's good."
"You mean my child..."
My child, my child It doesn't come to me yet, but as long as I'm doing what I'm doing, I'm sure I'll be able to do it soon. Then, when you have a certain amount of discretion, it would be nice to give at least one of the protective swords.
What is the best material then? Of course we want to use the best materials. Orichalcum or Shingin would be good. It takes time and effort, but Orichalcum is good here. If I'm going to give it to my child, I want it to be the best, and it's financially possible.
But is that really enough? Is it okay for a child to have such an expensive and powerful thing? Not good.
So should we use something other than Orichalcum? No, not even that. It would be useless if it suddenly broke in an emergency. At first glance, it looks like ordinary steel, but in a real emergency, it should serve its purpose well.
"Okay, I've decided."
Coat an orichalcum dagger with steel. The problem is how to apply the coating... Should I cover the blade of an orichalcum dagger with cast steel and polish it? I'm worried about strength. I want to forge as much as possible.
Then, should we finish the orichalcum blade and then cover it with steel and forge it? A blade made of orichalcum seems to be able to withstand temperatures that can be used to forge steel, but what do you think?
No, let's think of another way. In other words, it would be fine if the orichalcum blade became the core of the steel blade without gaps. There's no need to forge honestly.
"I'll use blacksmithing tools."
"Use it as you like. We have ores."