Chapter 550 – IF I Am Alone in Another World 36

The day after Lastina’s workshop opened.

Lastina received a new guest.

“… “I thought I said I didn’t have anything to give you.”

“I may have changed my mind.”

It was Dojin.

Lastina was a little annoyed when she saw Dojin enter her store. There is no sword to hand over to him. The future is as clear as water if you handle the sword with the sword.

How can a tool handle a tool? Just to bring out her performance. I will just walk the tightrope to the limit and use my sword.

She said it was up to the buyer to use the items she sold, but Lastina couldn’t do that. She was stubborn. Because she has the skills to carry out her stubbornness, she is finally called a craftsman.

“Don’t make me say it twice. “I have no intention of selling you a sword.”

“Because I’m a sword?”

“… Who heard it from? No, there’s nothing to ask. Is it Acrina?”

Lastina muttered as she looked at the uniform draped over her Dojin’s body. Anyway, damn bitch. She was a bitch with no pride in being a craftsman.

Akrina will pay a heavy price later for selling the information that came out of her mouth.
Lastina glared at her Dojin with her eyes wide open.

“If you knew, there would be no need to explain the pain in her mouth. “I have no intention of selling you a sword.”

“I pray that that thought will change.”

“What are you doing now-.”

Sereung-.

Dojin pulled the sword from its scabbard. A mass-produced longsword purchased from a street vendor. However, it is enough tool to take the life of one dwarf.

Moreover, the person who held that sword in her hand was Dojin, a master with sword skills that even Lastina recognized.

She burst out laughing and looked at Do-jin, who had drawn his sword.

“Are you planning on threatening me with my life? I’m sorry, but if you thought such a trick would work—.”

“Yes? What is that… “I just wanted to show you how to swing it again.”

“What… ?”

After looking at Do-jin in disbelief for a moment, Do-jin took a deep breath and swung her sword.

It didn’t look much different from when he first stopped by this store. He was still a master, and the tip of his sword cut down invisible enemies one by one.

‘It’s still amazing…’

If Rastina was the type of craftsman who entrusted her sword to her swordsman based solely on her sword skills, she would probably have considered it an honor to entrust her sword to Dojin.

Furthermore, I might have grabbed Do-jin’s trouser leg and begged him to use my sword. After all, the opponent was himself.

At that time, an order was being issued to banish the swordsman, which had not changed at all from before. Dojin’s sword changes slowly.

‘… ‘The sword.’

It has become softer.

Lastina felt that fact from Dojin’s sword. The sword becomes softer? Even though I wondered what kind of nonsense this was, it was very easy to understand when I thought back to Dojin’s original sword attack.

Originally, the sword that Dojin wielded was a murderous sword with a lot of life, or to be more precise, it was made entirely of life.

An extremely aggressive swordsmanship in which the only intention is to stab the opponent to death, ignoring one’s own life just for the sake of stabbing.

But what about Dojin now?

‘I’m considerate.’

I am saving my own life.

I move in an orbit that protects my colleagues.

Do not give up your flesh to take the bones.

Just a grave.

And definitely.

The ideology itself of killing the other person has not changed at all, but the mindset within it has changed.

“It doesn’t make sense.”

Lastina, feeling the level of shock that the sword had turned into a human, looked at her Dojin with her mouth wide open.

After swinging her sword for a while, Dojin felt her gaze and finally stopped swinging her sword and faced Rastina.

“—Have you changed your mind now?”

I thought there was no way he would ever admit it.

Lastina nodded her head cautiously.

* * *

“How on earth—don’t ask questions like that.”

Lastina changed into her work clothes and muttered as she tied her hair. I was curious as to how Dojin became so human and how her personality changed so much in such a short period of time.

That curiosity did not overcome her professional spirit as a craftsman. The mindset she must have as a craftsman. She gives weapons to those who deserve them.

And Do-jin was such an outstanding swordsman that all craftsmen targeted him unless there were any other reasons for disqualification. The opportunity to make a weapon for him flashes before my eyes, but I wonder if his personality has changed a bit.

“What kind of weapon do you need? Just say that.”

“A sword that can cut anything. “You can’t make something like this, right?”

“You can make it if you need it. Do you really want a sword like that?”

“… “No.”

It was a half-joking question, but Dojin shook her head as she looked at Rastina, who seemed ready to make a sword that could cut anything.

A sword that can cut anything – in Earth terms, it would be like a single molecule cutter. It was not easy to believe that such a super-scientific product could be made in a blacksmith shop like this… The being in front of me was a fantasy species that made such fantasies come true.

God’s hand. Dwarf.

A race that can even create weapons fit for a god if they want to.

If I could ask such a species to make my weapon, what I would need is…

“A sword that can withstand my swordsmanship.”

“Hmm… To be clearer?”

“It is a sword that is strong and cuts well.”

For Dojin, who had already ascended numerous levels and gained physical abilities beyond that of a human, it was an extremely fragile item, like the blades made of black glass mass-produced by ordinary dwarves.

If you swing it a little too hard, it will bend, and if you get hit by a strong monster, it will break even if you let off most of the impact.

There is no way that one’s skills are lacking, so in the end, the lack of weapons is the cause.

“It’s a very simple and at the same time very difficult spell.”

After hearing Dojin’s order, Lastina laughed and thought about what kind of weapon she would make. It was a spell more difficult than simply a sword that could cut everything.

The swordsman she saw named Do-jin was an excellent swordsman who could even cut through steel, and weren’t the techniques he used so outrageous that they could work even on monsters much larger than him?

In other words, what Dojin wanted was a sword that was sharp enough to cut through the thick skin, muscles, and bones of the monsters he was dealing with, and strong enough to withstand the attacks of those monsters.

Considering that sharpness and strength are inversely proportional to each other, it was a truly absurd order.

‘What’s more, considering that the enemies he’s going to face are getting stronger, the strength of the weapon should also get stronger the more it’s used…? …’

Physics, magic. A ridiculous weapon that goes against everything.

Dojin was asking her to make such a ridiculous weapon.

“You’ll need a lot of materials.”

“There is a lot of money. “I don’t really have any use for it.”

“That’s a good thing. Then I’ll write down the ingredients you need, so bring them… “Do you have the appearance you want?”

“Not really.”

“I’ll make it similar to the one I’m using now.”

Dojin nodded his head and left her store, holding the list of ingredients that Rastina had written down. Left alone, Lastina began shaping the sword she was about to create, refining the materials she already had.

* * *

Kaang-!

A hammer strikes iron.

As the clear sound reverberated as if she had already struck it countless times, Lastina, who had made such a clear sound, stiffened her expression and looked at the sword that had been made.

‘It’s difficult…’

Failed.

It was a failure to produce the sword that Dojin ordered.

Almost all the materials he brought were gone.

‘Is it impossible?’

A thought creeping into my head that I could just make it properly with the ingredients Do-jin brought.

That wasn’t wrong. If she did her best with the materials Dojin brought, she would be able to create the best and most excellent sword among those in this world.

But that’s just the standard for now. Dojin climbed the dungeon, and as time passed, it was a great name that would rust and crumble.

She wanted to create a masterpiece that would last forever.

A masterpiece that Dojin can use for the rest of his life.

‘How on earth should I…’ …’

However, it was a very difficult task even for her with natural talent, and as a result, she was unable to find inspiration.

Lastina, who was struggling with her headaches, left the workshop to close her shop, thinking that she had failed in her business today.

“Hmm… ? “I’m not accepting any customers.”

“Is that Lastina?”

The moment I left for the store. Lastina turned her hood over and faced the woman waiting inside her store.

I don’t know when the other person came in, but I didn’t hear a single footstep. Assuming that there was a reason for her sneaking in, she naturally put strength into her hand holding Rastina’s hammer.

“Who is it?”

She said, “I heard she was making Dojin’s sword here.”

“… Ah-what, was it that way?”

“This.”

The woman in her hood said so and handed over a vial filled with her bright red blood. A glass bottle sealed with magic.

Lastina, who was handed her bottle, tilted her head and looked at her counterpart as if wondering what this was. Then her partner muttered as if it was no big deal.

“Put it in when making weapons. “You will know the effect when you put it in.”

“Hmm… “I don’t want to put something whose identity I don’t know into my equipment.”

“You will understand if you use it while making something else. “Okay then.”

The other person said that and immediately disappeared. Lastina let out her saliva as she watched the other person disappear as if by magic.

I’m already at a loss as to how to make it. It’s a suspicious opponent, but as you said, it won’t be a big problem to check what kind of weapon it is while making other weapons.

“I wonder how helpful this will be.”

As Rastina said so, she added her blood given by the mysterious person to her weapon.

And as she looked at the finished sword, her eyes widened in disbelief.

The final piece to the masterpiece was there.