Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

Etvin Donato swallowed his sarcasm as he received it with his trembling hand, a sword offered in casual condition.

This is still the end of the blacksmith.

Though it still remained delivered to the sheath, there was no way I knew how much this was.

... No, technically, maybe you don't understand.

All I know is that it's a sword that I can't even reach right now.

I'm sure if you keep seeing the sword body like this, you'll get dusty, such as confidence without it.

I have similar thoughts about such certainty.

But if you're going to cower here, you don't want to.

Swallow the spit again and close the lid hard.

And at the same time as I opened my eyes, I pulled them out of my sheath at once.

".......................................... wow"

It was within half unconsciousness that the potpourri and words were leaked.

Besides, other words don't come up.

Various words come to mind.

Just look at the sword body exposed in front of you and come up with fifty thousand words of praise.

But it won't come true to speak of it.

Various words overlap, intertwine, and never become sounds in your head.

Besides, above all, those words were clichés.

Where I lined up how many phrases of rhetoric, it's not worth as much as garbage in front of this sword glow.

The only thing that Etvin is allowed to do right now is whine a word of praise, envy, jealousy and giving up.

It is only spears that Etvin is inherently good at and also does business with.

Because the technology required differs between swords and spears, it is simply not possible to compare their skill.

Comparing spears to spears doesn't necessarily mean losing.

But the degree of pride in rejecting it here was left to Etvin as well.

In the first place, you have your own spear on hand, and it's obvious who saw it, that the spear you hit is inferior.

I was just trying to give a crap here, and I knew that would only demean me, etc.

And to be honest, I didn't care about that, because there is.

No... it wasn't the other way around, should I say?

I don't care if my skills are inferior... if I put it in a nutshell, Etvin was fascinated by the sword.

It's not simply a matter of sword making.

I rather don't care about that...... just too much to say.

It is a fact that this sword is remarkable.

There is nothing lined up, and even calling it supreme is still not enough.

It is certain that it is such a substitute.

But more than that… At least there was something in this sword that seemed to Etvin.

"... hey there kid. Give me this sword, for Christ's sake. But for a while... no, just one day today. Why don't you lend me this?

And it was for that reason that he uttered the word.

I stare straight into the eye of the boy in charge of the sword and wish from the bottom of my heart.

"Hmm... lend me your sword, is it?

"Oh. Naturally. So I'm not going to say anything, and I don't care what you say. What if it's all here...... don't you want the other way around? But you don't mind paying my entire fortune, including all the money I got from selling it. Well, I honestly don't have that kind of big money..."

That was a word of seriousness itself, which contained no jokes or other fine dust.

In fact, if the boy would have nodded here, he would have been prepared to give the boy his entire fortune, including the store.

Exactly. I was just going to get the blacksmith to give me a break, but everything else is in vain.

That's all this sword was worth, at least for Etvin.

At the same time, it can be said that Etvin's entire wealth, including this store, was only worth less than a swing of a sword.

Etvin was originally a blacksmith in the first place, not a merchant.

It's an extreme story, but the only thing that interests Etvin is hitting a better spear, and it doesn't even matter if it sells.

Yet why are we running such a shop, because we must not live merely by spearing?

Not that I can't sell it.

Even so, Etvin is quite a well-known blacksmith in the Empire, and if he puts his work out in the world, the corresponding people will buy it for the right amount of money.

But Etvin was also in the extreme mood, although it was nothing to say for himself.

I don't want to hit anything but when I feel like riding, or more importantly, I don't want to spear for someone unspecified.

Etvin was only interested in what he was looking for before he went for it.

Nevertheless, such things are not so rare among the craftsmen.

It's a little extreme when it comes to Etvin, but it's enough to often see people only interested in hitting.

And that's why Etvin owns the store.

These people can't live as they are because they don't sell just by hitting them.

Therefore, Etvin, who often does not hit because he is a mood player, makes a living for both of them and Etvin by selling products that have been satisfied only by hitting them.

Incidentally, Namakura is the only place I serve it, because it's separate for customers who want proper products.

This is a shop for guests who want something that looks like it, caught in the name of Etvin.

In short, when I bought it at Etvin's, it's just for bragging.

Whether these are not hit by Etvin or not, I'll explain them to the guests.

But from those customers, I don't care.

I wish I could boast that I bought it at Etvin's store, so I don't care about anything else.

Guests are proud and happy, Etvin is happy to make it easier, and the people who are hitting are happy to make money to live.

Nobody gets unhappy, it's a store for everyone to be happy.

But for that reason, there is nothing left for Etvin where this store disappears.

Well, if this store is gone, then there's the question of how we're going to live in the future, so if you say that out loud, there's a point.

But given that you can have this sword only marginally, it wouldn't be a mistake to say no.

"Hmm... you say no"

Or was it because I knew this sword was worth so much?

I was not discouraged, but rather convinced, that they refused without looking greatly lost.

"Huh...... well, that would happen. It's not all my property..."

"No, I don't care about that area because I'm not interested in blah blah blah money..."

"Yes?

"That's what they hit me to be my partner, because I think so myself. Whatever the reason you're there, why don't you lend it to me?

- Oh, sure.

I'm convinced of that word again.

And I was convinced.

It was still not a mistake to be fascinated by this sword, he said.

Etvin was fascinated by the way he was, one way or another.

This sword is great, but most of all, it was that it acknowledged the bearer.

No matter how awesome the weapon is, it doesn't make sense unless you deserve something to wield it.

The only thing you can do with a decorated weapon, like the things that are decorated in this store, is to become a bragging source.

But how many arms will it take to fulfill, such as so many swords admit?

I can't imagine in Etvin...... but what this sword admits is that that boy has that much arm.

Even if you can't imagine it, if it's the blacksmith's end, then it's natural to know the extent of it.

Besides, the boy also seemed to admit to this sword.

As much as I'm not just working on words, I don't even have to check.

The relationship between the weapon and the bearer acknowledging each other.

It was ideal… just ahead of what Etvin is acknowledging.

Like the best weapon you've ever hit is something you can admit to someone else.

That's how Etvin keeps waving his hammer so he can be.

Though I can't excite my mind inside in a situation where my own arms are teething and I don't even know if there is an end to it.

That's why I wanted to watch this sword, the point of its arrival, and feed it by waving the hammer as my heart commands... well, if I can't do it, then I have no choice.

What? I was able to see where I was going in shape.

Then that was enough.

Put an inappropriate and unfinished spear at the edge of your sight and slightly distort your mouth.

There was a way to go, even running out.

I know you're a long way from home.

If you keep running, you'll eventually get this...

"-N! Etvin!

"-!? Hmm?... What can I do for you, Emperor?

Turning his gaze to the woman he has been speaking to, Etvin looks up.

I'm a guest, and I know I'm the greatest person in this country, but I don't even want to be in my sight if I can.

But I can't leave you alone, I open my mouth reluctantly.

"Well, you've already confirmed what you can do, haven't you? So you're not supposed to be doing me any favors anymore?

"Exactly, but I'm sure they're scared now. Regardless of the concubine's opponent, at least the other guests should."

"Shit... I know what it is."

Or I don't remember neglecting the customer's opponent in the first place.

No, but... I can't even remember what I was thinking until just before because my head was so blurred.

Bo, I've been thinking about something, I guess it's true.

And it was said unto me, Though it is true, it seemed unto me that there is none.

"Uh... I'm sorry about that"

"No, we're not guests in the first place. Don't worry about it."

"Really? All right, you kept borrowing this. I'll give it back. Thank you."

"Well, it's not diminishing, and I'm glad it helped."

Etvin twists his neck slightly as he sheaths his sword and returns it to the boy.

Somehow, I felt like I was forgetting something.

- In the first place, why did you want to borrow that sword?

But forgetting, I guess it wasn't a big deal anyway.

I think so, and when I do something about this before it does, I turn my awareness to the person in front of me.

"So? You still got something? The Emperor should still be busy today, right? You don't have time to sell oil here, do you?

"... even if I know. Today was meaningful. I'll be back."

"I hope you won't come if you can..."

Did the whining from the bottom of your heart arrive or not?

The Emperor's steps on his back remain the same, walking away straight out.

The boy and girl with him followed, and eventually the silence of the usual came back inside the store.

It was Etvin's own unleashed tongue that broke it.

"Uh... damn, I feel bad. No. I don't like it. Damn, don't bother coming."

I leak my tongue again, whining to throw it away.

It was always like this after meeting with me.

As my chest is upset, something similar to nausea strikes me.

So really, I don't want to see faces or anything if I can, and I just don't want to be in the same space at all.

If I wasn't a guest, I wouldn't even have tried to see you again in the future.

There is no particular reason.

It's not like something happened in the past or anything, but I didn't like it strangely for some reason.

That shouldn't have been the case for a long time, though.

If that was the case, then it is suspicious that he was taking this request.

No, in the first place... since when did you dislike me so much about that?

Speaking of old times, the attitude of the other ones gets caught up oddly too.

Have they had such a relationship for a long time?

Would it have been such a relationship, to be friendly, to laugh at each other?

It used to be a lot worse.

"- Shit. No, I don't care"

Get rid of the extra thoughts with tongues.

All I do is fulfill the request I was asked to make.

As I told myself somewhere, Etvin thought of it, and he gently turned away from Victoria's exiting door.