"Ah!"
Accompanied by a cry of surprise, the village chief, who had burned his hand, released the handle of the blade and blew on his palm.
"Village chief!"
"Are you alright? Village chief!"
"You burned yourself? Why?"
The blacksmiths of the village immediately gathered around the chief, blowing on his palm together with him.
The scene of a group of burly men wearing fire masks blowing on a small, old man's hands was bizarre no matter how one looked at it.
"I told you it's best not to touch it, just looking would have been fine."
Reiger reached out and took the blade back from the village chief.
"What happened here?" the village chief, whose palm was scorched red and blistering, asked urgently: "Why is the handle so hot?"
"It's not just the handle, the blade itself is also at a high temperature," Reiger explained temporarily: "It's a characteristic of this blade."
As for why it was so, Reiger, of course, couldn't say.
