Chapter 485 – Master and Disciple’s Sword

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“Nonsense!”

Darwin, who was watching the whole situation through the crystal ball, had no choice but to stand up from his seat his, forgetting about his back pain his.

“…That, such nonsense…!”

And, when he repeated the same words over and over again, he chewed his own fingernails so carefully that he would bleed.

Just now, what happened?

The evolved demon-blood demon he created as a result of his own research his was slashed and fell by Cleon’s sword.

A noble person, a being whose existence is unstable due to a mixture of a spiritual body and a physical body.

Because of this, even if it is a physical attack or a magical attack, if a certain wavelength does not match, it will never take damage and will not collapse.

That wavelength could have been created and controlled only by Darwin, who created the nobleman.

“But… That green flame that suddenly appeared. The moment it dwelled in Cleon’s sword, my nobleman cut it.”

It would not have been an issue to be taken lightly.

This is because Darwin, as a regressor and a scholar who has lived for hundreds of years, was also proud of his research achievements.

“Quon…”

Before dealing with the Cleons, he remembered her name from the data related to the Cleons that Maxwell and Laplace had collected.

She is a cleric belonging to the Order of the Protection of the Saints, and she did not have that special description.

Even Maxwell, who was a priest by name, judged her as a boring human being and a girl of no value to them.

Aside from the fact that it was an evaluation before listening to Quon’s divine ode, even Laplace commented that there was no charm in her body.

Just an ordinary girl born with divine magic.

It’s not that I’m strong, and I’m not that intelligent.

A girl with a god in her body her, a genius magician who will go down in history even at the academy.

And a clan of dark demons who bear a lot of karma due to their reincarnation factors and are hostile to their masters.

Even compared to these three, except for the title of ‘saint’, there was no element that could focus on Quon.

“I can’t believe she had that kind of power.”

Or, is it correct to say that he has recently awakened?

It was as if she could not control her own power over her.

“… Either way, I’ll have to renew her assessment of her her… I guess I should n’t…”

Darwin, bumping into an unexpected obstacle, saw that his bleeding thumb suddenly stopped bleeding.

“…I need to prepare the next plan and gather a little more sample data. As long as the Five Elements Festival ends safely, I have to stop it.”

While muttering as if to organize her thoughts her, her old woman’s hand her covered her own face her.

What you see at the end of your gaze is the legacy of Laplace and Maxwell.

It was their research material.

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The nobleman who attacked Cleon and the party returned to his original body, but it was impossible to free them as they were still noblemen.

That’s why I decided to move to the temple and seal it in the sealed area.

While Yata and Kara whimpered and carried the fainting man’s body to flight, Quon stretched her shoulders and looked at Trin Cleon.

“K-Cleon… Are you okay?”

The reason why her Quon her did what Cleon tried to do while raising her up was because of the sword in Cleon’s hand her.

The red blade of the sword, which I couldn’t even guess how many years it had been in use, was neatly broken at the center, and the blade split into two pieces.

The sword inherited from Talchek, although it was just an old sword with no power.

Even so, until now, he has lent his power to Cleon many times, and the sword as a tool that does not speak like Caliburn or Galatea-

And because of the bond with Iona and Talchek that remained in him, that sword was a precious sword to Cleon.

“…It’s okay.”

If you say that with a completely different expression, Quon doesn’t know what to do.

Even Bahamut, his own pace her, approached Cleon’s feet her and rubbed her face her, as if he were comforting Cleon.

“Meow…”

“Ah… It’s okay, Bahamut… Thank you.”

While looking at Bahamut, Cleon quietly bent his knees, put down his sword, and stroked his head.

‘Oh, it’s the first time I’ve seen Cleon droop like this…! It might be a little cute like a puppy in the rain..’

Even after thinking such silly thoughts, Quon came to his senses her as ‘hot’, shook his head, and grabbed Cleon’s sleeve her.

“That, that knife. If I take it to the forge, can’t it be fixed?”

“Ah- sure. Just because it’s broken doesn’t mean the lifespan of the sword is completely over. If it’s a fairly valuable sword, it might be a good idea to ask the blacksmith to fix it.”

When Tokoyo, who was watching the situation quietly from the side, nodded and said that, Hertie smiled as well.

“I see… Then. There’s a blacksmith we were supposed to go to after here, so shall we go there? The artisans there are good at it.”

“Ah, are you there, Mr. Hertie?”

Tokoyo looks at Hertie with her eyes shining.

“Yes, that’s right. Huhu, it seems that Daemu-nim also thought of that place.”

When Hertie smiles meaningfully at the fact that only the two of them can share, Cleon glances at the two.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Cleon. If it’s him, he’ll be able to fix that sword as well.”

“That’s right, Cleon. The bells we use in the temple and various other items are also delivered from there, right? It’s such a black sword!”

Seeing the two of them eagerly cheering him up, Cleon sighed deeply and straightened his back, probably thinking that he couldn’t stay down like this.

“Okay. Then let’s go.”

Seeing that Cleon regained his energy a bit, Quon also sighed with a sigh of relief.

“Then. Let me guide you to the forge. What will Kuon-nim and Daemyo-nim do?”

Since it was also an extension of her work her, Hertie was willing to guide Cleon.

Although Quon was also worried about Cleon’s sword – he looked back at Tokoyo.

“I will go back to the temple with Tokoyo-sama and continue my training.”

“Oh. Unexpected. I thought Quon would say he wanted to follow Cleon.

At Tokoyo’s words, Quon shook her head and replied.

“Of course, I’m worried, but the important thing right now is for me to complete the divine dance as soon as possible and release the magic of the spirit vein, right? …Besides, I want to practice a little more before I forget the feeling I felt earlier.”

That sense—of course—was about the green flame that appeared beside her when she tried to use her powers to protect Cleon.

Quon was also vaguely aware that it was a natural spirit that appeared during the divine dance.

She questioned the fact that she could hear their voices her and borrow her power her even when she was n’t performing her duties her, and even when she did n’t empty her head or body as Tokoyo advised.

“That’s a good idea. Then, I’ll have to work harder to teach you!”

Tokoyo nodded her head at Quon’s answer and smiled broadly.

“Then, Cleon. I’ll take care of the temple a little longer and then go back. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“Ah, yes. Okay.”

Cleon widens his eyes at her determination her, but smiles a little.

“…Work hard, Quon.”

“Yes!”

With Cleon’s encouragement, Quon strikes a fighting pose while clasping both of her hands as if her motivation and energy her are 100% charged.

Then, Tokoyo and Quon turned their bodies on that path and went back to the temple.

“Help each other. Encourage each other. Think of each other. …Good relationship, good colleagues. It’s hard to imagine the two of them fighting.”

When Herti, standing next to Cleon, who silently sees off the two, says that, Cleon turns to Hertie with a dazed expression for a moment.

Blink two or three times, pooh! She did and she unknowingly let a laugh out of her mouth her.

“Why, why are you…?”

“Ah… No… Kuh… Haha!”

Herti wondered if she had said something strange, and she tilted her head.

The moment she heard the story, “She can’t imagine fighting herself and Quon,” She naturally came to Cleon’s mind.

Why they came together like this, and what happened in the process.

Cleon couldn’t help but be genuinely happy that he couldn’t see or feel anything like that in his current self her.

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“Impossible. This.”

And the death sentence that quietly approaches Cleon’s mood her, which has improved a little, and she kicks it with a bang and throws it down into the pit.

It was an elderly man who spoke of it, and when he looked at the red sword he was handed to him, he clicked his tongue and immediately spit it out.

“That… How can’t it be done with your skills?”

“It’s not possible even with my skills. Mr. Herti.”

The old man sighed as he carefully set the broken sword he was holding down on the desk.

What appeared in front of Cleon who came to the forge was a short man who was only about half of Cleon’s height in her.

However, that thick forearm that looks like it’s stomach.

And it was an old man with an angular body like a statue carved out of rock.

He was the best blacksmith not only in Asteris, but also in the East, Herti introduced.

The old man’s name is Datta.

His short stature, muscularity, and excellent dexterity were due to the blood of the Dwarves flowing through his body His, but it was also a skill he had trained himself for a long time.

The reason why he frowned at Cleon the first time he saw him was because Cleon was a member of the ‘black horse clan’.

Or-maybe because he saw the broken sword he was holding in his hand.

Anyway, after hearing the whole story from Herti, he inspected his sword her and immediately shook his head.

“The sword that this young man brought is not something special or special. It is a mass-produced sword that was mass-produced in the past by the empire. It is just that the human who used it has been thoroughly managing it for a long time, and it is a miracle that it has been used for decades.”

The broken part is broken really neatly, so if you put a patch on it, it might be usable somehow.

Cleon thought so, but since he himself had no knowledge as a blacksmith, he couldn’t give an expert opinion.

“If the center of the blade is broken like this, the method is to tear the blade out of the handle and replace it with another blade… Or melt this blade and make a new blade again… But, that would be meaningless. Value is something that has been cut for such a long time that it turns red like this. To renew it.”

“…!”

Cleon couldn’t help but be surprised that the old man could tell that far just by looking at him.

Then the old man ran the tip of his finger through the broken sword.

“There’s no way you were the one who originally used this sword. You look younger than this sword.”

“…Because this sword was inherited.”

Cleon nods his head at the old man’s words.

The old man let out a deep sigh as if he knew it, then crossed his arms and looked up at Cleon.

“…Uncheck the Sword Saint. It’s his sword. Right?”

“Do you know Talcheck?”

It goes without saying that he only found out the original owner with the sword, but when Cleon questioned the fact that someone from the East knew Talchek, the old man stroked his beard.

“Yes. We are not personally close or friendly. We only talked for a while. It was during the middle of the Great War between the Empire and the Kingdom, when a party of warriors visited this country.”

“Lesia…?”

Cleon tilted his head, thinking it was the first time he had heard that.

“It’s the first time I’ve heard of it, because at the time I wasn’t there yet…”

Herti, too, asks the old man a question as if he had never heard of such a story.

“At that time, rather than crossing the border of the empire that was in contact with the kingdom, I was trying to return to the empire through a slightly rough road. Was.”

When the old man thinks of that time, he rubs his hand around his eyes and talks about it, as if that time comes back vividly.

“…But how did you know he was Talcheck? I don’t think he’s going to make a name for himself on his own.”

To Cleon’s question, the old man crossed his arms and answered slowly as if continuing the story.

“At that time, he asked me to prepare a suit of armor. It was badly damaged to the point where I don’t know where and how the guy he was wearing fought, but this sword. It was shining. I, by looking at the sword, could tell that he was a swordsman of great skill- he was from the Empire in his accent and behavior his. So, he was a ‘sword master talchek’ – no, was it the days when he was still called ‘swordsman talchek’? .”

Talchek came to be called the Sword Saint after completely defeating the Empire together with the hero Lesia.

However, the title of ‘swordsman’ also meant that he was one of those who had reached a level that no one could follow with only sword skills among the strong at the time.

“At that time, I was young. And I was arrogant. Obviously, the only characteristic of this sword I saw at that time was that it was old, and I did not understand that a man of the size of a ‘swordsman’ was using such a weapon. If I use a good sword, I will be able to become stronger, and I thought that the war with the Empire could end quickly.”

At the old man’s words, Cleon shut his mouth.

Cleon, too, because he had the same thought in his childhood.

Talchek did n’t fit the title of Sword Saint, and he stuck to his old sword his, which seemed a bit ‘out of the ordinary’ to young Cleon.

When talking about such things, Talchek was treated like a child, saying, ‘Guys like magic swordsmen don’t know this taste’, but-

“I offered the man all the swords I had stocked up in the forge. However, Talchek replied, ‘They are good, but they don’t suit me.’ Then- he cut all the other swords in two with that one red sword.”

“That’s… Awesome…!”

Herti couldn’t help but exhale in pure admiration.

Of course, the skill of the old man is clearly one of the best craftsmen on earth.

The weapon used by the beauty dyer was also his work his.

His weapon His, this red sword-

However, when Cleon heard the story, his expression his could n’t help but darken.

“Ah. That’s it.”

“Yes. You know what I want to say. Magic swordsman.”

“…What?’

A story hidden in the conversation between the two, which only Cleon and the old man noticed.

Cleon clenched his fists a little indignantly as he looked down at the sword he had just broken.

“Not only is it a sword, but the skill of the person making it is also important. Quality materials, good equipment, and excellent craftsmanship. …A sword made in such a way may be ‘great’, but it does not become a ‘strong sword’. .”

“A strong sword…”

Cleon nodded his head at the old man’s words, recalling them as if they were painful words.

“It’s not the blacksmith who makes a strong sword, but the user. It’s not just a story that applies to demonic swords and holy swords. It’s the same with a block of iron that has nothing in it.”

At his words, Cleon looked at the sword he had set down on the desk and grabbed the handle.

When he closes his eyes, the image of Talchek wielding this comes to mind in Cleon’s mind.

Talchek’s swordsmanship is obviously a violent, unstandardized subtype, but if you refer to his ‘swordsmanship’ his nonetheless.

His sword His, not backing down.

His sword His, unbreakable.

His sword His is unstoppable.

That is the Sword of the Sword Master.

One sword, one island, one star, one star (一劍一閃一者一成).

I remember someone calling Talchek’s sword that way.

Literally. Talchek wields his sword as one with his own body.

If the sword is broken, it means that one’s own body is broken.

Because of that, he was able to rise to the position of Sword Saint without ever breaking his sword.

“…Cleon. Are you okay?”

“Ah. Just as he said. The reason this sword broke was because of my lack of skill. …Even if I could fix the sword again, the same thing would happen if I didn’t grow up myself.”

The old man listened quietly to Cleon’s words, then nodded his head while raising the corner of his mouth.

“Yes. You know it well, don’t you?”

Then get up and talk to Herti.

“It may be impossible to fix this young man’s sword- but I think I can make a new sword. But… If you want to make a sword that surpasses the performance of this sword. Herti-sama, I need your permission. “

“—Data. That’s it.”

Herti’s face became a little tense at the old man’s words, but then he shut his mouth for a while.

And he seems to be thinking about something, but he still nods his head with a serious expression.

“…That’s right. If Datta talks that far, I’ll allow it.”

“What are you talking about?”

When Cleon stood up, questioning the two of them talking about a topic he didn’t know, Herti smiled.

“I think I can prepare a new sword for Cleon. Datta. That.”

“Yes. Mr. Herti.”

Then Datta stepped over, took out a wooden box that wasn’t that big from where the materials were piled up, and with both hands holding it, approached the desk where the sword was placed.

Then, carefully lift it up and open the closed box-

It was the ‘ore’ that shimmered and appeared in it.

It had a color similar to iron somewhere, but if you felt a bit of magic different from iron, you knew that it was an unusual ore-

At the atmosphere of the ore that he had felt somewhere, Cleon was silent for a while.

Soon after, he notices her identity and opens her eyes wide.

“—Adamantite.”

“That’s right. Even in the East, it is a rare metal that is only mined in a small fraction of mines – and only Amryong Sanghoe distributes it.”

Herti said that and took something of his from his pocket.

It is ‘adamantite coin’. It is the currency used in the Assassin’s House, Adamant.

“This coin, too, is a special order product made at this blacksmith’s shop.”

“…So. What I was there at that time was to deliver adamantite coins to the assassin’s house.”

“You’re right.”

At Cleon’s question, Hertie nodded.

“When making something with adamantite, permission from the head of the Dark Dragon Company is required for everything. The same goes for the moon sword used by the Beauty Painter, and adamantite is mixed in the weapons used by the children.”

In other words- I will give Cleon the same level of arms as those three.

That’s what you’re talking about.

“Would this have been a meddling? Cleon has both a magic sword and a holy sword. In fact, using a regular sword is-“

“—No. …Thank you, Herti. I’m sure I have Galatea and Caliburn. …But, sometimes I don’t want to ‘cut’ with those two.”

It is because they are treated as individuals rather than mere tools.

It was because they didn’t want to be stained with dirty blood.

“…Even to cut through those things- I need a sword that succeeds Talchek’s sword.”

“Is that so. …In that case. Datta, please.”

“Okay, Miss Herti. Let’s make this guy’s – Cleon’s sword.”

Cleon hesitated for a moment, then looked back at Datta and bowed.

“…One more thing. I have a request.”

“What?”

“…Melt Talchek’s sword, and use it to make a new sword.”

At Cleon’s words, Datta’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.

“If you put such low-quality iron into high-purity adamantite, the strength of the sword will be weakened.”

“—I know. …But. That sword is still-“

Saying that, Cleon recalled his last memories of him with Talchek.

‘You cut it.’

Of course-I had no intention of cutting her down her.

But, that’s why.

Just because she’s broken, you can’t leave her behind.

Master.

Master’s sword.

Inherited from him.

“…It can’t be helped. As I said before. It is the user who makes a strong sword. Can you promise me that I will remember what you said and use it?”

“…Of course.”

Datta nodded at Cleon’s answer, grabbed Talchek’s sword that was on the desk, and placed it on top of the adamantite box.

“I’ll make it. A sword that connects you and the Sword Castle.”

At the old man’s words, Cleon was barely able to lift his back and head.

‘Kheu, a disgusting guy.’

It seemed like I heard that gorilla’s voice from somewhere.

It wasn’t something that could erase Cleon’s smile of her.