Chapter 491 – The Runaway and the Sword

000

The day after Griffon was born.

After breakfast, Cleon, the Magic Sword, and the Holy Sword gathered in the living room and talked hard about what to feed the Griffon and how to raise it.

“Since both lions and eagles are carnivorous, it’s probably better to feed them meat. Speaking of which, griffons like horse meat.”

While flipping through the book, as expected, if you’re at the level of a griffon, you don’t eat normal meat…

“Horse meat… How much would it cost?”

Sasha was also talking in a slightly excited voice, as if she had no hesitation in feeding horse meat.

“As far as I know, horse meat will be a little higher than regular meat.”

Amelia says her circumstances her in her kingdom her, but she replies, recalling what she heard from Aurelia.

When the three of them, excluding Quon, were consulting on the price of the griffon’s food, it was not difficult to imagine her covering her head while looking at her household account book for her.

Should I say the Cleon family’s family situation, or the part about the financial environment within the party, Quon was always in charge of her brain.

Except for Lyla, there were no people in the party who spent that much money, so they had quite a bit of savings.

In the past few months, not being able to properly carry out the request, temporary tuition at the academy, and Layla’s research funds.

While these and other expenses are increasing, incomes are falling.

‘Come to think of it, when was the last time I had an adventure with a request…’

As expected, thinking that he needs to find a source of income, he decides to prioritize other things today.

It was to get Galatea out of her room her completely upset.

Last night, before going to sleep, she visited her room and called it in her mind her,

There was absolutely no answer coming back.

Cleon finds Galatea, who is hiding in Caliburn’s room, and knocks on the door.

“Galatea.”

When I carefully call her name her, no answer comes from inside.

Because Caliburn is also inside of her, if she heard Cleon’s voice of her, she would probably move, but for some reason, if Caliburn didn’t even show-

Cleon closes her eyes for a moment, then places her hand over her door to channel her magic power and scans inside her.

And then she suddenly came to her senses her and threw open the unlocked door-

As the curtains flap over the open window, you notice that no one is in the room.

“This…”

And, on the bed, there was a piece of paper with a picture of ‘Cleon Fool!’ And a picture of someone wearing a tong.

001

“Is it okay~? Even if I come out without saying anything to Cleon~”

Two people with opposite impressions walk the streets of Asteris.

On the one hand, a blonde woman covering her entire body in a long white dress.

As if she was not wearing her underwear properly, her breasts her swayed every time she walked, drawing attention from the men around her.

However, none of them could get close to her, perhaps because she subconsciously sensed that she was not an ordinary human being thanks to the wings of light growing on her back.

And, the girl who is puffing her cheeks as she snorts beside her.

Green hair, brown skin. And, a girl with big purple jewel-like eyes.

She wore black tight-fitting pants, and her top was also a piece of fabric that covered her chest.

And on top of that, she was wearing something like a black leather jumper.

She was dressed more like an adult, but since she was less than 140 cm tall, it seemed like she was just a child trying to dress like an adult.

What’s more, her hair is twin tailed like Lila’s, and it can’t be helped that she looks even younger.

“I’m excited. Cleon is bad. I was going to forgive him if he called me one more time, but I gave up last night and only came to see him three times this morning.”

‘I think that’s enough~’

Because Caliburn is also one of the causes of Galatea’s upset her, does she feel a sense of responsibility to soothe her heart her?

Today, she went out of her mansion without telling anyone, as if she wanted to match Galatea’s departure her.

Mana for magic communication continues to flow in from Cleon, but it is blocked for now.

For if she knew where Galatea was, she might not come to her in peace.

“So? Where are you going?”

“For now, it’s that forge. The place where Cleon left the gorilla’s sword. I’ll go there and tell Cleon that he doesn’t need a ‘sword other than mine’.”

When Galatea says that, Caliburn tilts her head.

“Oh, then what about me?”

“…Then. Let’s use a sword other than me and you.”

To what Caliburn teased, Galatea responded with a pout.

Caliburn, who saw Galatea tickling like that, immediately lifted Galatea up from behind her.

“Yeah! After all, Galatea is young, and now that her personality her is young, she’s cute~”

“Hey, let go of this! Don’t say it’s cute! I’m your senior and I’m your mother!”

I could hear the voices of several people beside me at that remark, but when Galatea growled and glared at me, all of them avoided her gaze.

“Anyway, it was a blacksmith’s shop, right? Don’t interfere with work, Galatea~”

“I’m a kid! I know that! … No! You’re just going to interfere!?”

Saying so, Galatea ran amok in Caliburn’s hands.

And, there was someone hiding in the shadows of the people and quietly watching the two of them go on the street while bickering.

002

“This is the blacksmith’s workshop!”

Galatea finally got off Caliburn and arrived at the forge on her own feet.

He looked at the signboard with his hands on both sides of his waist, then flicked his index finger to Caliburn to signal ‘let’s go in’ and went inside.

“Excuse me!”

“Excuse me~”

When a high, clear voice and a slightly low, gentle voice were heard in succession, the people working in the forge stopped all at once and turned around.

And, the young employees couldn’t take their eyes off Caliburn while making a fuss, and as if it was displeased, Galatea crossed his arms her while tapping the smithy floor with his toes.

“The oldest blacksmith here … What was his name his …”

“Data.”

Carly Burn whispered softly, and Galatea nodded and spoke.

“Oh right. Data. I’ve been looking for a blacksmith named Data!”

Perhaps they were awakened by Galatea’s voice her, and one of the staff her, who seemed to be her pupil her, approached the two and looked at them alternately before talking.

“Sorry. Master is working behind the scenes… Excuse me, but what about you two?”

“Haha? What are you talking to me all of a sudden-“

When Galatea tries to talk to her in that way, making her angry, Caliburn hurriedly catches her and talks to her while squeezing her mouth her.

“I’m a colleague of the person named ‘Cleon’ who left the sword here yesterday~ I’m here to check how well the work has progressed~”

“Ah! That adventurer who came with Herti-sama! Somehow, he didn’t seem like an ordinary person… Then I’ll tell the story to Master too. Just…”

He hesitates a little, scratches his head, then talks.

“Master doesn’t like interruptions in the middle of his work. Maybe, he won’t come out. I’ll check the progress of the work, so please wait here for a while.”

Hearing his answer her, Caliburn nodded her head while suppressing Galatea, who struggled, saying, ‘What the heck ~!’

“Okay~”

Then, when the disciple carefully opens the door inside the forge and enters – for a moment, ‘KANG!’ ‘Kang!’ I flinch at the sound and my body reacts.

After all, just because it is a sword, is it sensitive to the sound of the sword being made?

But after a while…

“It’s not yet, so tell me to come later. Don’t disturb me!”

In response to the roar coming from inside, the staff sighed ‘Ah-ah-‘.

As if he had expected such a reaction.

Then, with a face of apology prepared in advance, the disciple walks out of the workshop, returns to the two of them, and bows his head deeply.

“Sorry. It seems like it’s taking a little while to complete…”

“I see… That can’t be helped~”

Then, Caliburn let go of the strength in Galatea’s grip her, and Galatea said “Puha!” And freed herself from her hand.

“No, you didn’t even tell me how much was left!”

“That, that’s…”

“I’ll have to go and see it myself. And, I’m telling you to stop making that sword right now.”

After she said that, she immediately moved her steps towards the studio where Da-ta was located in her single step her.

Naturally, her disciple her tried to stop her, but for some reason, her arms her that were supposed to hold onto her scattered like a mirage.

“Uh, what!? Wait a minute, sir!”

And, when Galatea opens the ball door wide and takes her steps inward-

A sauna-like space created by a hot furnace and a heated anvil. And the sound of the hammer ringing deafens your ears.

“There!”

When Galatea raises her voice towards the old man who is striking metal in front of the anvil, Datta looks back at Galatea fiercely.

“──”

But she meets her eyes with Galatea and she briefly frowns at her and stops her hammering.

“What are you. A demonic sword?”

“Huh, you know it as soon as you see it. He seems like a skilled blacksmith.”

As a blacksmith, as soon as he saw Galatea, he knew that she was a sword, not a human.

And, among them, it’s a category of ‘magic sword’.

“Is that guy’s magic sword?”

“That’s right. I’m Cleon’s partner who ordered the sword.”

When Galatea nods at Datta’s words, his disciple her approaches, seemingly wondering that the master’s roar is not being heard.

“I’m sorry, Master. The customer did whatever he wanted…”

“No, it’s okay. Ask the girl behind her to come this way too. It’s okay with these two.”

The disciple looks at the teacher with an expression of disbelief, but when the teacher’s eyes become sharp again, he nods his head and hurries to bring Caliburn.

“Excuse me~”

Watching Caliburn enter the studio while smiling, Datta also notices that she is also a ‘sword’.

“That one is a holy sword. What is it? Is that guy a hero?”

“It’s similar~”

“It’s not similar! Cleon is a magic swordsman!”

Galatea tackles Caliburn, who is talking appropriately, and Caliburn is just smiling.

“…Both are great swords.”

“Thank you~”

When Carly Byrne smiles and bows her head at Data’s sincere compliment, Galatea snorts again, laughing.

“Well, well. It seems that they have eyes to see. But, that’s why I can’t forgive them all the more.”

Hearing Galatea say that, Datta twitched her eyebrows and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she sat in her chair.

“So? What’s going on with the magic sword and the holy sword? Seeing that the boy isn’t with you, it doesn’t seem like he asked you to.”

“Right. The reason we’re here is simple. Cleon’s new sword you’re making. Stop making that sword.”

At Galatea’s reckless words, Datta blinks.

I couldn’t tell if it was because I was surprised or because I was dumbfounded.

Either way, the next moment the disciples try to cover their ears in case their master yells.

“The sword has already been completed.”

Data spoke calmly and pointed to the sword lying on the workbench covered with cloth.

Then Galatea was taken aback and her expression loosened, and the story en Caliburn also became a little surprised.

“What? Ha, but. It didn’t work earlier…”

“Ah. The sheath is still there. It’s not finished. Well, do you want to see it for yourself?”

Datta then raised her old body her, trudged away, and lifted the cloth that had been laid across the workbench.

Then, what appeared from underneath was a rugged longsword.

A standardized sword made according to a fixed frame that could be found anywhere.

Aside from the red lines running like ‘vein’ on the blade, the size and shape of the sword seemed a bit plain compared to other swords scattered around.

“…”

However, both Galatea and Caliburn saw it and kept their mouths shut.

“S-Master. Is this… The adamantite sword made by melting the ‘Sword Saint Talchek’s sword’?”

On the contrary, the disciple opens his eyes wide as if surprised and asks the teacher a question in a trembling voice.

“Yes. I tried to increase the purity of adamantite as much as possible, but these ‘red veins’-like characteristics did not disappear.”

Saying that, Tada touches the blade with her worn-out hand, which must have had fingerprints on it.

The sword of Talcheq that contained the blood, remains, and grudges of countless things.

Since it was melted down and put in, it seemed that all of them were ‘inherited’ to this sword as well.

“Isn’t it too ordinary except for the sword part…?”

The disciple himself, Miyeomgong, was expecting something similar to the sword with the ‘dragon’ engraved on it in intaglio.

What actually came out was a longsword that could be found anywhere, so he seemed a bit disappointed.

“Such an idiot. The guy who ordered this is a ‘sword that can be cut’ anyway.”

However, Datta glared at such a disciple while talking.

“What he needs is a sword that is strong, wields it well, is familiar, and can cut through anything. Even without magic, as long as the blade does not become dull, it can cut through anything depending on the skill of the user.”

It was because the sword star uncheck did that.

Datta said while looking back at the two of them.

“This guy is his sword his to protect you guys.”

Caliburn and Galatea are swords.

The holy sword and the demonic sword are contradictory beings, but both fight alongside him to become Cleon’s strength his.

For Cleon, a magic swordsman and holy sword user, the two are partners, companions, and precious weapons.

At the same time, it is also an existence that needs to be protected.

In fact, both Caliburn and Galatea have strong powers, but if a problem with magic occurs, they may become incapacitated like Galatea now.

That’s what happens because they are powerful yet independent special swords.

If that happens to both of them, what should Cleon do to protect them?

Simple.

To fight with a sword

Because that was the fight Cleon was allowed to fight, and it was his way.

So, this is Cleon’s sword, a sword to protect the two.

Regardless of magic or magic, good or evil, black or white.

It is a ‘human’ sword that can split everything equally.

“If it’s a sword like you, you’ll be able to see more clearly that the heart of the guy engraved on this sword.”

Datta said so, and soon covered it with a cloth.

“The scabbard will be completed tomorrow. Tell him to come find it tomorrow.”

“—Heh…”

Galatea turns around and leaves the studio with her arms crossed.

Her Caliburn follows her with her eyes and bows down to greet her.

“Thank you. Blacksmith from the East. I’m sure that sword will be of great help to Cleon~ I’ll make sure to pass it on to Cleon as well~”

“I see…”

Then, follow Galatea, who left the forge one step ahead, and go outside.

Galatea leaned her back against the wall of her forge, and she crouched down, looking at her own lap her.

“Whoa~ They say it’s a sword that Cleon made because he wanted to protect us~”

“Know.”

“That means that Cleon really cares about us~?”

“Because I know.”

So saying, Caliburn went up to Galatea and put her hand her on her head her.

“…There’s no way Cleon doesn’t care about Galatea.”

“Know.”

Galatea’s hand covers her mouth her.

Then Caliburn gently removed her hand her and—

There, I could see Galatea’s mouth her smiling wryly.

Soon, her face her blushed and she shouted as if making excuses.

“Uh, I can’t help it! The moment I saw that sword, all of Cleon’s feelings she came through… I’m glad…”

“Me too~ Besides, that sword. It was said that it was made by mixing adamantite and iron… It was already ‘inhabited’~.”

“…Yeah. Now that it’s like that. I can’t tell you not to make it… I can’t help it, just this time, I’ll break it.”

Galatea sighed and stood up from her seat.

“Then, should I contact Cleon and have him go back?”

“Would you like to do that-“

To end their brief deviation, Galatea and Caliburn escaped from the forge and were about to head out onto the main road-

Thud! And almost collided with Galatea and someone and fell.

“Ugh!”

When she’s about to sink to the ground with a groan coming out of her mouth, Caliburn grabs her and keeps her from falling to the ground-

“Ugh, ah!”

Rather, it was a cry coming from the other side.

“Ah- Galatea rang.”

“Oh, no. Is this my fault?”

Upon closer inspection, the dumplings she seemed to be holding in her hands she were scattered on the ground.

Galatea looks at a girl who looks to be about 6 years old who is sitting on the ground with an expression of regret.

With her black hair and amber eyes, she was crying with her tears dripping.

“…Ah, this child, somewhere…”

“Whatever.

When did I! I was about to say that, but soon held back, and Galatea spoke with her forced smile.

“Yes, yes. I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking properly. I’ll buy you another dumpling.”

“Really…?”

“Okay~ so let’s go~”

Galatea forced the girl to her feet her, and she, with a firm smile, proceeded down the street with Caliburn.

Apparently, it was a little too early for her to return home.