CHAPTER 3 LOVE SONG TO A GODDESS OF THE FORGE
"Finally, everything is in order."
Light from a magic-stone lamp flickered in the darkness.
Two cloaked shadows stood facing each other in a small room and whispered
quietly.
"Our soldiers have made it safely inside. Once we're done, they can deploy
anytime."
"Is that right…"
One voice was that of a man filled to the brim with enthusiasm; the other, a
stern, solemn voice of someone many years his elder. Their private conversation
continued.
"We already know where he is. I'll make contact myself in a day or two."
"…"
The youth took a step closer to his silent companion.
"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet."
"…"
"It's too late to start wavering now. We have received an important task that
leads directly to a promotion by our lord. This may be our last chance."
"I'm aware."
The elder nodded as the younger leaned toward him.
The man was most pleased by that response. Without missing a beat, he
channeled into words the numerous emotions coursing through his veins.
"We must bring him back. That power belongs to us, and this place isn't
worthy of it."
"…"
"Lost glory is once again within our grasp."
The elder figure stayed silent throughout his younger companion's
impassioned speech.
Light from the lamp cast two long, flickering shadows high onto the wall.
Bright flames filled the inside of the forge.
Hephaistos intently watched the dark-red fire, the same color as her hair, rise
and fall.
She was standing in a workshop where the large forge, an anvil, and other big
tools sat ready for use in the corner.
Hephaistos, dressed in work clothes, came to a stop with a hammer in her
hand. The shaft of a silver sword had already taken shape on top of the anvil
beneath her, the metal still glowing with heat.
Flames from the forge illuminated half her face, including the prominent,
bandage-like black eye patch.
The heavy blows of hammer on metal ceased, leaving behind only the crackle
of the fire.
"Where'd your spine go?"
The front door of the forge creaked open and was closely followed by a new
voice.
A rush of cold air came in from outside, making the flames flicker and
ruining the perfect conditions inside the workshop. Hephaistos turned to face her
visitor.
"Tsubaki."
"Now, I'd heard rumors you shut yourself up in this workshop. I came all this
way to check on you, and you're not even swinging that hammer. So, what are
you up to?"
The woman who entered the forge workshop had long black hair tied back
behind her shoulders and wheat-colored skin.
Just as Hephaistos had an eye patch over her right eye, this woman had an
eye patch over her left. Wearing a crimson pair of Far Eastern–style, skirtlike
pants called hakama, Tsubaki rebuked Hephaistos for the lack of hammer work.
They were in Hephaistos Familia's store, located on Northwest Main Street.
Not far from Guild Headquarters on the road known as Adventurers Way, the
store was equipped with a workshop on the first floor.
"Nothing much," Hephaistos responded to her follower.
"You've spent a lot more time in your head since Welfy boy left, now haven't
you, My Ladyship? A bit lonely, are we?"
"…I'm always sad whenever a child leaves the nest. That goes for anyone,
not just Welf."
Tsubaki, obviously put off by her goddess's condition, showed no restraint or
fear in conveying her dissatisfaction. Hephaistos knew there was no point in
trying to fool her and confirmed her suspicions without beating around the bush.
The woman watched as the goddess put the finishing touches on the weapon
in a flash before starting to clean up the workspace.
"Well, then, any news?"
Releasing her crimson hair from its restraints and working her way out of her
tight-fitting work clothes, Hephaistos addressed her follower. The woman
nodded, her long black hair swishing behind her head.
"A message from the Guild and Loki Familia. Rakia has a plot afoot this
time, by the sound of it."
The goddess narrowed her left eye while listening to Tsubaki explain the
finer details.
"So, Hestia's children are to be the bait…" The goddess sounded deep in
thought as the name of a friend rolled off her tongue. "All right then," she said
with a nod. "Do exactly as the Guild says. Tsubaki, take command for me."
"Was planning on holing up in the shop for a bit, but this could be fun. You
got it, I'll be takin' the helm."
With that, the woman left the workshop with a smirk on her face.
Hephaistos watched her leave, then returned her gaze to the corner of the
workshop.
Flames still burned brightly inside the large forge.
Heat from another forge bit at the side of Welf's face.
The flames burned with an intensity on par with his own passion. The young
man's face was covered in rolling sweat despite the towel wrapped around his
forehead. With only the roar of the furnace at his side in the dim workshop, Welf
repeatedly slammed his hammer into the red-hot metal on top of his anvil.
High-pitched, metallic echoes reverberated through the air. Showers of sparks
scattered across the floor. It was a battle between him and his craft.
His gaze didn't move from what was directly beneath him. Completely
focused on shaping the metal, nothing could distract him from the task at hand.
Crimson hammer in hand, he simply guided it to the target with his gaze.
Every swing of his hammer left a thin, dark-red trail of light through the air,
generated by his Advanced Ability, Forge. It allowed him to breathe a sublime
power into each of his weapons and armor, making them stronger and sharper as
they ascended to levels of awe-inspiring quality.
Slam! Slam! His ears had grown to love the sound of metal on metal. Each
impact had a slightly different ring to it, and he could hear every detail.
It was as if the metal were talking to him, guiding the next hammer fall. A
smile grew on his lips before he knew it.
—Listen to the metal's words, lend your ears to its echoes, pour your heart
into your hammer.
Back in a long-forgotten corner of his memory, the voice of an old man from
many years ago made its way past all the rust and into his thoughts again. He
had heard the mantra in a workshop just as dim as this one. The smell of metal in
his nostrils, Welf had been a young boy and nothing more than an assistant.
Brief images of those days flashed through his mind as Welf brought the
melody of the forge to life. The hot metal bent to the will of his hammer, taking
the shape of a sharp sword as his passion burned as hot as the flames burning at
his side.
"Sorry for the wait. I finished your order, a katana."
Soft red light emerged from the open iron shutters of the workshop.
A small stone structure built behind their home, the workshop was quiet
under the evening sky.
The sun had almost set by the time Welf finished what he set out to complete.
He'd gone to greet his allies, home from the Dungeon, in the main building
while still wearing his sweat-soaked jacket.
Welf had stayed out of the Dungeon today in order to complete a few tasks.
"Ooo!" came the collective voices of Lilly, Haruhime, and Mikoto, mouths open
in surprise and excitement.
"I made sure the measurements match your old one as close as possible. It's a
metal synthesized from a liger fang's tooth and noh steel mined from floor
twenty-seven. Should be able to take a lot of punishment."
"Thank you so much, Sir Welf! It's gorgeous…!"
The curved, ninety-celch blade was both black and silver.
Mikoto took from him the blade forged from an adamantite drop item and an
ore mined from the Deep Zone of the Dungeon, arms shaking with a mixture of
elation and gratitude. It wasn't just the weapon's beauty that made her
adventurer's heart fall in love with it at first sight. She could tell that a High
Smith had forged the third-tier weapon by hand due to the blade's characteristics.
She had put off asking him to make this weapon in favor of the equipment
she'd need—a spear and light armor—to fill her role in the middle of their
formation. Feeling complete once again, Mikoto's cheeks glowed.
"It's so convenient to have a smith in the familia."
"Don't talk about people like they're some kind of magic-stone product, Li'l
E."
Lilly looked at him out of the corner of her eye, commenting as if every
household should have at least one person who could restore worn weapons back
into shape and even create new ones when needed. Welf, however, wasn't going
to take it lying down.
Making his rebuttal with half-lidded eyes, the young man then turned back to
Mikoto. She was still holding her new katana, her mind somewhere around cloud
nine. He was slightly intimidated by Chizan—the dagger securely fastened at her
waist, a parting gift from Takemikazuchi that was one of a pair of extremely
high-quality daggers forged by Goibniu Familia—because it was difficult to
compete with. However, he was rather proud of how the katana had turned out.
Extremely satisfied with the blade and sheath, the latter decorated in a black
and silver striped pattern, Welf took a step closer to Mikoto and tried to keep his
pride under wraps while making a suggestion.
"Okay, now it needs a name…Iron Tiger, Kotetsu…No, Stripey, Shimajirou."
"Sir Welf, please waaaaaaaaait!"
Welf put his right hand to his chin, a grin on his lips. Mikoto vigorously
voiced her objections. Breaking out in a nervous sweat, blood boiling in her
veins, she made every effort to prevent that name from sticking.
"I-isn't it a wonderful name: Master Stripey. It's quite cute…"
"Do you mind?!"
"Its future hangs in the balance, Miss Haruhime, so please stay silent!"
Haruhime spoke like the sheltered girl she was, while Welf was overjoyed to
find someone who could understand his tastes. Mikoto yelled at her childhood
friend in desperation.
Their spirited discussion went through many twists and turns with an
unamused Lilly watching from the sidelines. It ended with Mikoto, begging with
her hands and knees on the floor and tears pouring out her eyes, finally winning
the battle to give the new katana the name Kotetsu.
Welf scratched his red hair with a look of utter disappointment on his face
while Mikoto clutched the weapon to her chest in relief after her hard-fought
victory.
"…And these are for you two. For defense."
"Is this…a cloak?"
"Mr. Welf, could this be…?"
Welf handed Haruhime and Lilly each a black hooded robe.
He nodded at Lilly's surprise.
"That's right. Made it from the drop item we got from that Goliath. Bell and
Lady Hestia gave it to me."
He was referring to the battle against the abnormally powerful monster, an
Irregular, on the eighteenth floor: the Black Goliath.
Bell had received the drop item when all was said and done after the battle.
Welf used half of it to make protective equipment for Lilly and Haruhime. The
drop item, by the way, had to be recovered from the wreckage of Bell and
Hestia's old room under the church because they hadn't had time to sell it.
That monster's hide was so strong that it had completely nullified the attacks
of hundreds of upper-class adventurers without so much as a scratch.
Therefore, Welf had used its incredible defensive attribute to help the two
supporters who were vulnerable to attack. He'd made a few personal choices in
their design, but the cloaks were, without a doubt, top-tier defensive items.
"It's pretty heavy, isn't it…?"
"Yeah, but please try to overlook that. Remember how crazy strong the
Goliath's skin was? No blade or spell is getting through these."
Lilly put the cloak over her shoulders right away and commented while
looking down at it.
While Lilly had her Skill, Artel Assist, to help carry the load, Haruhime was
on her own. "Ah, uwaah!" She struggled to stay on her feet under the weight of
her cloak.
The Goliath's rampage depended on its brute force, so its hide had to be
strong enough to repel both physical and magical attacks. The cloaks created
from its drop item were no doubt strong enough to withstand attacks from
monsters in the middle levels and the lower levels of the Dungeon without much
trouble at all. Now it was Lilly's turn to feel grateful.
"But don't forget, this does nothing to soften the blow. One hard smack and
it's all over."
Welf explained to Lilly that it was exactly the same as armor.
An iron plate could prevent the cut of a blade, but the flesh beneath would
still feel the full impact. Lilly and Haruhime were both Level 1, meaning it
didn't take much to launch them off their feet. Should they take the full force of
the monster's attack, there was a real possibility they could die with the cloak in
perfect condition around their bodies.
Meek expressions grew on Lilly's and Haruhime's faces after hearing Welf's
warning.
"…But if this is so good, wouldn't it be better to give it to Mr. Bell on the
front line?"
He would be exposed to far more ferocious attacks than Lilly.
The risk of taking damage would be greatly reduced if he was wearing this
kind of defensive equipment.
Shouldn't Bell be wearing a Goliath robe rather than the style of armor he
had been wearing from the very beginning? She made the suggestion very clear.
Welf looked away from them, his mouth a straight line on his face.
"…I take great pride in forging his armor with these hands. Giving him a
drop item to wear into battle just won't cut it."
No matter how impressive the properties of the drop item were, his pride as a
smith would take a serious blow if he were to just pass it off as is.
It was his job as Bell's personal smith to forge all his equipment by hand, and
he wasn't about to change his mind.
The young man folded his arms and turned away from the girls. Lilly was a
bit tired of his stubbornness, but Mikoto and Haruhime shared a giggle.
The last of the daylight coming in from outside the shutters cast Welf's face
in a red hue.
"…That should cover it—now get out of here. I have to finish up."
"Mr. Welf—. Tomorrow's the day we go into the Dungeon with
Takemikazuchi Familia, so don't forget to prepare your own equipment—"
"I know, now scram!"
Welf ushered the girls out of his workshop as a way to hide his
embarrassment.
The three young women made their way across the garden, smiling among
themselves with his loud voice echoing behind them.
Hestia Familia and Takemikazuchi Familia had decided two days prior to travel
down to the seventeenth floor.
The two groups had worked together many times before, so no one was
worried about their teamwork in combat. Now they were shifting their attention
to long-term goals, specifically going even farther down into the Dungeon.
Therefore, the best thing for them to do was to go on their very own miniexpedition as a practice run.
Going deeper into the Dungeon than they'd ever been, their next goal was to
reach the twentieth floor, which meant there weren't enough hours in the day for
them to return to their homes on the surface at night. Trying to do so would cut
their time in the Dungeon drastically short and wasn't worth the trip.
The solution was to camp inside the Dungeon. The plan was simple. They
would spend a full day in the Dungeon, and the two groups would take turns at
guard duty when they needed to rest.
They might have dubbed it with the grandiose title of "mini-expedition," but
as spending more time in the Dungeon was fast becoming a reality, this was their
important first attempt at it.
Twenty-four hours. After packing sufficient food and blankets, they said their
good-byes to a reluctant Hestia and a smiling Takemikazuchi, who told them to
be careful. Miach Familia, whom they'd asked to look after their home while
they were gone, saw them off along with the other deities as the large party
departed Hearthstone Manor.
The group, numbering ten in all, spent half the day journeying deeper into the
Dungeon until finally reaching the seventeenth floor, and then got ready for half
a day of roaming.
—At least that was how it was supposed to happen.
"Aaaaaaaall you slackers on the shield wall! Flex those dirty rumps and hold
your ground!"
An angry roar of a command managed to break through the pandemonium of
relentless howls and clangs of battle.
A line of massive shields held side by side with absolutely no space between
managed to absorb a giant fist, but the impact of the shock wave made arms go
numb.
The dwarves and animal people who held the shields grimaced in pain as
their heels were driven into the Dungeon floor. Cries for help and calls to charge
swirled all around them. The voices of magic users in the middle of their
incantations filled the air.
A large group of adventurers was fighting a giant monster that towered far
over their heads.
"How did it come to this…?!"
"S-sorry, Lilly…!"
Yells of man and beast erupted from all over the battlefield. Lilly stood in the
center of it all, shooting a stream of arrows from her bow gun as Bell finished off
the hellhounds and liger fangs bearing down on them while apologizing midstrike.
The joint battle party had been drawn into a large-scale skirmish taking place
in a large cavern at the end of the seventeenth floor.
The mass of adventurers stood in front of the gateway to the safe point, the
eighteenth floor.
Spread over a hundred meders right to left and front to back, the chaos of
battle echoed far and wide with screams and roars colliding as much as steel and
fangs. Under the looming vista of the Great Wall of Sorrows, by far the most
prominent monster on the battlefield was a seven-meder-tall ash-colored giant.
"—
OUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
The seventeenth floor's Monster Rex swung both its arms out wide,
intimidating the adventurers below with a threatening howl. The ground
shattered wherever one of its boulder-like fists came down, sending shock waves
through the ground. Welf, Lilly, Mikoto, Haruhime, and all of Takemikazuchi
Familia struggled to keep their balance.
It had all started when they arrived on the seventeenth floor and heard the
sounds of battle echoing in the distance, followed by the unmistakable roar of
the monster Goliath. The group had exchanged glances, decided to put their plan
on hold, and taken the fastest route through the floor…only to find a massive
battle between Goliath and a large party of adventurers waiting for them.
Both familias had done extensive research and preparation aboveground to
make sure they chose the safest time to go on their mini-expedition—but the fact
that the underground town of Rivira was planning to exterminate the floor boss
on this day had eluded them. It just so happened the timing for their plans had
coincided.
The Goliath was always reborn on a two-week interval, making it difficult for
upper-class adventurers to pass through to the relatively peaceful eighteenth
floor. That, in turn, had an effect on the profits of the business owners residing in
the town built at the safe point, since there would be hardly anyone to swindle
out of money. Therefore, it was in their best interests to form a temporary
alliance and travel up to the seventeenth floor to exterminate the Goliath.
That's what Bell and his party had come across—the collective might of
Rivira colliding with the ash-colored giant.
Welf and the others didn't have the stomach to ignore the screams of their
fellow adventurers that echoed the constant vibration of the giant's footsteps.
Most important, their white-haired leader couldn't abandon them after hearing
"GEHHAAHHHHHH!!" echoing through the tunnels.
The group of slightly shady adventurers had come to his aid in the past, so
Bell led the joint party into battle against the floor boss.
"UOAHHHHHHHHHHH!! Little Rookie, HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!"
"Whoa!"
Third-tier adventurer Mord Latro was in the fray when the Great Wall
stopped another one of the giant's attacks, when the magic users were finishing
their spells, and when the attackers set out for another run at the giant's legs.
Mord had considered Bell to be an enemy from the moment they met, even
though the boy didn't feel the same way. Mord had joined forces with some
equally shoddy rogues and put him through an adventurer's baptism of fire, but
he came to recognize Bell's true character through the events on the eighteenth
floor. His opinion of the white-haired human had improved so much that seeing
him brought a smile to his scarred face. Just like the other adventurers of Rivira,
Mord had come to accept Bell as a fellow adventurer after seeing his exploits in
battle against the Black Goliath.
The man had spent many years at Level 2, content to live out his life as a
third-tier adventurer. But now he had started to push himself, to go on
adventures once again, as his presence here in the extermination team showed.
However, that adventurous resolve disappeared the moment he put his pride
aside and called out for help at the top of his lungs.
A pack of large-category monsters, Minotaurs, had appeared from the main
hallway that connected to the cavern. Bell charged past the panicking adventurer
and engaged the monsters with the Hestia Knife and a shortsword newly forged
by Welf.
"Since when did extermination teams run into this much trouble…?"
"There are so many more monsters this time around! There aren't enough
people to attack the big guy!"
"Do they not understand how to work together…?"
Mikoto sliced through a charging monster and called out to the closest Rivira
adventurer. He shouted a response back at her as Chigusa mumbled under her
breath and skewered a hellhound with her spear.
Walls had been set up at various points around the gray giant to protect the
attackers between sally attempts. The small arc of adventurers holding the shield
wall was planted just in front of the gateway to the eighteenth floor.
Compared to the Black Goliath in Bell's memory—a much more powerful
offshoot of the same species—this one was rather weak. However, the average
Goliath was still classified as a Level 4 monster by the Guild. The beast had
shiny black hair that reached all the way down to shoulders that looked to be
carved out of solid stone. The ash-colored giant slammed its fists into one wall
after another.
The brawny, masculine men behind the shields managed to keep their feet,
but there were no attackers to take advantage of the window. The ones who
should have been keeping the beast off balance and trying to bring it to the
ground were too busy engaging the smaller monsters in combat. The same was
true for the magic users. Some of them were forced to stop their incantations
halfway, some lost their chance to cast their magic despite finishing because of
the oncoming monsters, and others had no choice but to release the built-up
magic energy without a target. The occasional fireball or rain of light arrows
passed through the battlefield from time to time.
It all came down to this: The residents of the town of Rivira were not in the
same familia. It was to be expected from a group of rogues. Teamwork was not
in their vocabulary.
The newly leveled-up Level 2 Chigusa fought side by side with Mikoto, their
movements blending together so well they looked like afterimages of each other.
The teachings of Takemikazuchi, a god of martial arts, served them well as a pile
of monster corpses built up at their feet. On the other hand, the other upper-class
adventurers continued to fight as individuals in chaos.
"Don't know what else to expect from adventurers, but…!"
A line of battle developed between friend and foe. No one in the
extermination team lent anyone a helping hand as they continued to fight their
own battles.
Ouka had willingly joined the fray as one of the new arrivals, but one look at
their ragtag parties made him sigh as he chopped a liger fang in two with the
battle-ax in his hands. His efforts saved an Amazon in the group of attackers
from certain death.
"—This beast's got a bit more pep than the usual ones!"
An adventurer yelled from the main battlefield after trying to engage the
giant head-on.
Just as the many species of monsters that roamed the hallways of the
Dungeon varied in strength among individuals, so did the Monster Rex. The
Goliath spawned this time was definitely one of the stronger ones, or so claimed
a blood-splattered animal person in the attacker group.
The joint battle party was disheartened by this frightening news. Even so,
they bravely joined the extermination veterans from Rivira and charged out onto
the battlefield over and over.
"Tsk! We need more…You there! Go back to town and get some help! You
got ten minutes!"
"Like hell I can pull that off, Boris!"
The makeshift commander of this extermination force from Rivira barked the
command, but the human on the other end yelled back his own complaint. He
still turned to run toward the tunnel that connected the floors, but his send-off
amounted to Boris shouting, "Shut up and do it!" behind him.
Including the extra members from Bell's battle party, there were forty
adventurers fighting in the cavern.
Either they'd been reluctant to commit more people to the extermination
party or they hadn't taken it seriously, but it was too late to do anything about it
now.
There was also Rakia's invasion to take into consideration.
A great number of the upper-class adventurers who normally resided in
Rivira had been called back to the surface to join the Alliance and were currently
outside the city wall. The fact that none of the extermination team ranked above
Level 4 was proof of that. Even the Level 3s could be counted on one hand. The
second-tier adventurers were needed all over the battlefield in support. Bell was
racing here and there like a speedy white rabbit and had no time to charge his
Skill that could bring them back from the brink—even the powerful gravity
magic that Mikoto had at her disposal wouldn't be much help because of the low
ceiling and the number of her allies who would be caught up in it along with the
monsters.
Their only hope lay in reinforcements coming up from the eighteenth floor.
However, considering the distance they had to travel, as well as the time it took
to equip armor and weapons, their saviors wouldn't arrive for some time.
Everyone could feel they were fighting a losing battle, and morale started to
drain from the adventurers.
Without the help of a concentrated blast from the magic users, the
adventurers manning the Wall took too much punishment. One sweeping kick
from the giant's foot sent an entire group flying.
"GYAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Dammit…!"
Many voices cried out in pain as shields and bodies flipped through the air.
Welf swore to himself as he fended off a monster with his greatsword.
Next, his free hand reached behind his shoulder.
Another long weapon was strapped to his back, just underneath his
greatsword's sheath. He had forged it just in case things went south during their
mini-expedition—a Crozzo Magic Sword. Wrapping his fingers around its hilt,
he pulled it free.
To be blunt, he didn't care if any of these nameless rogues lived or died. But
at this rate, the giant's overwhelming power was putting his friends at risk. He
would not compromise his allies for his pride. "Dammit, dammit!" he spat
through gritted teeth as he raised the sparkling dark-red blade high above his
head.
This sword would be overkill, but he took aim at the Goliath and prepared to
bring it down, when suddenly—
" Grow."
"!!"
An elegant singing voice reached his ears.
He turned toward the alluring sound and saw someone by herself in a corner
of the cavern that was devoid of adventurers and monsters—the supporter
Haruhime.
Mikoto and Lilly fought valiantly to protect the girl. The hood of her cloak
was extremely low over her face as she continued casting.
"Confine divine offerings within this body. This golden light bestowed from
above. Into the hammer and into the ground, may it bestow good fortune upon
you Grow."
Welf near jumped out of his boots when he realized the gorgeous melody
emanating from her was nearing completion. The name of the spell escaped her
lips a heartbeat later.
"Uchide no Kozuchi."
Mikoto, who had fallen back to protect the supporters, was engulfed in a
pillar of light that took the shape of a hammer from above.
She was the target of Haruhime's Level Boost. The hammer of light
disappeared, leaving behind a sparkling residue on her body.
Lilly was quick to remove her own black cloak—the Goliath robe—and
throw it over the shoulders of the girl covered in the twinkling lights.
Mikoto pulled the hood over her face just as low as Haruhime had and
wrapped her body in the dark fabric before racing off into the chaos.
"!!"
A black arrow shot through the battlefield, cutting through everything in its
way.
The knife Chizan tore asunder the monsters unlucky enough to be in her path,
their limbs and torsos flying left and right. She then zipped past the business
owners of Rivira and Mord's band of rogues and made her way toward the giant
that was still kicking its way through the walls.
In very similar fashion to traditional board games of the Far East, Mikoto had
leveled up into a more powerful piece. Now on equal footing with the Level 3
adventurers, she wasted no time in coming to their aid.
Attackers moved in to cover the members of the newly destroyed wall. They
drew the beast's attention as others got clear. Mikoto, however, was free to use
that window to attack and quickly jumped into close range. Her sparkling arms
thrust Chizan back into its sheath and drew Kotetsu in one swift motion.
"
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
The katana emerged from its casing with blinding speed and cut into the
Goliath's leg with a flash of light.
From there, the beast that had allowed Mikoto to get close so quickly took
more hits all over its body.
"?!"
A stream of blood spurted from the giant's thick, stubby left leg.
The sturdy ash-gray hide had been pierced. The deep gash was pouring
blood, a blow that signaled a change in the tide of battle.
Losing strength in its knee, the Goliath tumbled to the ground with a loud
thud and accompanying shock wave.
The other second-tier adventurers, including Bell as well as the ones under
Ouka's command, watched in amazement as the katana-wielding figure in the
black robe deftly avoided the giant's fall and carved through another area of the
battlefield like a black arrow shot from a bow.
"That's gotta be cheating…!"
Seeing Mikoto's incredible slash—no, the awe-inspiring power of
Haruhime's Level Boost—left Welf speechless. The shock was so powerful that
he forgot to be proud of the fact that one of his weapons had delivered the blow
that had literally brought down the giant.
"Holy shit!" "Who does that guy belong to?!" Cheers and praise for the
mysterious hooded adventurer erupted from the ranks of Rivira's adventurers as
she performed a perfect hit-and-run maneuver. While managing to keep her
identity a secret, Mikoto could feel all the eyes on her from beneath the Goliath
robe. She turned around to make another attack run on the floor boss. It was the
same technique that she'd seen with her own eyes used against the Black
Goliath, movements that mirrored her vivid memories of the "Gale Wind."
Behind all the thrilled spectators, Welf, Lilly, and Haruhime quickly
distanced themselves from Mikoto's starting point to avoid any unwanted
attention.
"All you lazy attackers, forward! Cut it up! NOOOOOWWWWW!"
It was the chance they'd been waiting for. Spirits suddenly alight, a wave of
adventurers charged forward while yelling at the top of their lungs.
There was one strategy for taking on large-category monsters and floor
bosses: hit them low, bring them down.
The attackers were practically drooling as they saw their target writhing in
pain on the ground.
Greatswords, war hammers, and battle-axes glinting menacingly in the dim
light, the wave of adventurers reached the Goliath and raised their weapons.
Then…
"—Let me have a crack at it."
A shadow burst out of nowhere, crossing the battlefield in the blink of an eye
and severing the giant's right arm.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"Wha…?"
Welf froze as soon as he got a good look at the person who had landed at the
beast's side.
One thick katana, crimson hakama, and long black hair swishing from the
momentum in her sudden stop. His lips moved on their own.
"Tsubaki…"
Almost as if she'd heard him, the newcomer turned to Welf and flashed a
grin.
The Goliath's arm arced through the air and landed a short distance away,
crushing all the monsters unfortunate enough to be beneath it. Bell, Mikoto,
Ouka, and all other adventurers present spent the moment in stunned silence.
Wheat-colored skin and black hair tied back into a ponytail. Her minimalist
armor was just gauntlets and a few other light plates around her body. With the
large katana in her grasp and choice of clothing, she had the air of a
swordswoman from an island nation in the Far East.
But the one feature that stood out above all else was the bandage covering her
left eye.
"Cy…Cyclops…"
"…Level Five."
Several adventurers gulped as they beheld the warrior who bore so many
similarities to the Goddess of the Forge, Hephaistos.
"W-WE WON, YA BASTAAAAAAAAAARDS!!"
The arrival of the leader of the smith—part artisan, part top-tier adventurer
Tsubaki—invigorated the adventurers even further, and they cheered in
celebration.
That was the finishing blow.
Her presence on the battlefield skyrocketed morale to an all-time high, and
the tide of battle completely tilted in their favor. Loud cheers caught the attention
of other adventurers who were finishing off the last of the smaller monsters, and
they came rushing in toward the fallen giant. Even the joint battle party joined in
the charge once they got their bearings back.
The extermination party's mission was completed in a matter of moments
with the help of the Level 5 smith. The large cavern fell silent soon after.
A scramble for the loot ensued soon after the floor boss was slain.
Everyone tried to lay claim to not only the larger-than-usual Monster Rex
magic stone but the Goliath Fang that appeared in the ashes of the beast. The
small mountain of magic stones from the smaller monsters was also up for grabs.
Those on the outside of the scrum—as extras who came in later, they weren't
allowed to stake any claim—were either overwhelmed by the Rivira business
owners trying to sell some of the smallest magic stones or standing in awe of the
spectacle as a whole. "We're adventurers, what else is there to say?" Mord said
with a forced smile as he and his rogues walked by with their share of the loot
firmly in their meaty arms.
Since it didn't make any sense to see how the battle for the remaining
valuables turned out, the joint battle party of Hestia Familia and Takemikazuchi
Familia decided to go down to the eighteenth floor because they were so close
anyway.
A safe point filled with lush greens and beautiful crystals where no monsters
were born.
A mass of blue and white crystals, shaped like a mum flower, sat in the
middle of the crystal blue "sky" over the floor known as the Under Resort. Bell
and the rest of the party finally had a chance to rest their tired bodies.
"Once again, we come to the eighteenth floor without planning on it…"
Lilly muttered as she shielded her eyes from the sparkling light of the flower
crystal that shone far overhead like the midday sun.
The party members who were involved in the events that took place a month
and a half ago reflected on their experience as the remaining members of
Takemikazuchi Familia admired the scenery with a mixture of awe and wonder.
Haruhime, who had only just recently gone through Conversion, eagerly swished
her thick fox tail back and forth as she smiled alongside Mikoto and Chigusa.
The three girls were each remembering the same thing: the scenery where they
played together as children. "It's like we've stepped back in time," said Ouka
with a forced smile as he watched their little group from afar. However, Bell and
Welf could hear the excitement in his voice that his stoic expression wouldn't
show.
Several rivers wound their way through the forest in the southern region of
the eighteenth floor. A few of the tired adventurers kneeled at their banks and
drank some of the clear water, while the others sprawled out on the grassy floor.
The joint battle party was just starting to recover from the fight against the floor
boss when the rest of Rivira's adventurers finally made their way through the
connecting tunnel. "Why don'cha come up to the town?" shouted one of them as
he waved. More spoke up, saying they were going to celebrate their victory, and
invited them to join in.
Part of their motivation was guilt for keeping them out of the loot scrum.
They were in a great mood and offered to treat them to a feast as an apology.
Their offer was difficult to refuse. The joint battle party was just that tired.
So they joined the group of adventurers traveling west toward the rocky
island in the middle of a lake. Crossing the log bridge to the island, it wasn't
long before they arrived at the town on the cliff and passed through the wooden
gate at its entrance.
"Oh wow…! Is this the town of Rivira?"
"Um, is this your first time here, Miss Haruhime?"
"Yes, it is. I participated in many ventures during my time with Lady Ishtar
and have thus passed through this floor many times…but I was never allowed to
enter the town."
Haruhime's Level Boost and her very existence had to be kept top secret, so
she had been hidden from view as often as possible. Now she was walking
among the various tents and ragtag shops, gazing at the crystals and blushing
with joy. The renart's fox tail and ears moved back and forth excitedly as she
couldn't decide where to look. Bell could feel the excitement emanating from
her and blushed when the two made eye contact for a moment.
The town of Rivira had a great view of the lake directly below as well as the
expansive forest to the south and east. There was also a great deal of blackmarket money being made inside the tents and shops that lined the town's
streets. A bar had been built directly into the Dungeon terrain. Many happy and
drunk voices echoed from the other side of the door in the cliff face.
The streets were much less crowded than the last time they were here, due to
Rakia's attack. Even so, uplifting melodies from string and wind instruments
filled the town. Everything was peaceful beneath the crystal sky underground.
"That was some nice work up there, Little Rookie! Would have been screwed
without you!" said the "leader" of Rivira, Boris Elder.
Extremely muscular, the adventurer stood even taller than Ouka.
Most members of Bell's battle party had seen him many times during the
large-scale fight against the Black Goliath and recognized him right away.
He wasn't someone easy to forget, with his intimidating build and gruff aura.
"You bein' here means Hestia Familia's going for the Deep Zone, that right?"
"Uh, yeah…Eventually."
"Atta boy! We'll be your staging area for attack runs to the Deep Zone! I'll
make sure everybody gives you a discount, fellow adventurer!"
Just like Mord, the leader of Rivira had seen what Bell did against the
Irregular Black Goliath, and he was comparatively friendly with the white-haired
human boy.
"Yes, keep coming back! Many times!" said the man who recognized Bell's
power with a mighty grin; he wrapped his beefy arm around the boy's shoulders.
Lilly, however, eyed him suspiciously as she walked behind them.
"…Oh yeah, Little Rookie. Somethin' I wanted to ask you about."
"A-and that is?"
Slightly intimidated by the fleshy tree trunk around his shoulders, Bell forced
a shaky smile and looked up at the leader. The man tried his best to look docile
and brought his voice down very low to ask.
"That magic-sword blacksmith is with you, ain't he? Can you introduce me?"
" C'mon, please!! Make me a magic sword!"
Wrinkles appeared in the middle of Welf's brow.
It happened in the middle of the feast, free of charge as promised, when Bell
had left the group to go talk to the leader and Welf had gone on his own to find a
comfortable spot at the base of twin crystals, one blue and one white.
The greatsword and magic sword were still strapped to his back as a small
horde of adventurers rushed up to him, shouting as loudly as they could.
"A powerful one, like those amazing magic swords I saw in the War Game!"
"You're one of the Crozzos, aren't you?"
"I heard they were cursed so they can't forge magic swords no more. All a
lie, wasn't it? They pack one hell of a punch!"
"I'll pay anything, just name your price! So come on!"
They formed a ring around him, pushing and shoving their way to the front
with exactly the same request:
"Make me a Crozzo Magic Sword!"
Most of Orario had witnessed the War Game through Divine Mirrors that had
been placed all over the city. Word that the legendary magic swords—ones from
the actual legend—were Welf's handiwork had made its way through the ranks
of adventurers like wildfire. Everyone wanted magic swords powerful enough to
instantly turn thick castle walls into piles of rubble. It was easy for them to work
out that the smith in question was a member of Hestia Familia.
"Bastards…"
He had many visitors after the War Game who made similar requests…but
none were as insistent or aggressive as these today.
Hestia Familia had come to Rivira—the maker of those swords was here.
The only residents of Rivira were adventurers, and all of them knew how to get
information. Word spread, and practically everyone in town wanted to have a
word with the magic-sword blacksmith.
Filled with greed, they came after Welf in droves, all begging him to make a
magic sword for them. The young man had had enough.
" Shut up, all of you!! I will never sell or give any magic swords away!
Now tell your cronies and leave me the hell alone!"
He drove the adventurers away, roaring in anger.
The earnest requests and rude replies shot back and forth, but Welf wouldn't
budge. Spitting in disgust and spewing complaints, the adventurers finally gave
up when they realized his will was as strong as steel, and genuine fear of the
weapons strapped to his back started setting in.
Haruhime and Chigusa also shrank back in fright. "Bastards…" he whispered
again, chewing on the word as his bad mood continued to get worse.
"…"
"…What's with that look, big guy?"
"Nothing…Want some of this honey cloud?"
"Why the hell would I?"
Ouka took pity on Welf and kindly offered a sweet fruit in an effort to cheer
him up, but the red-haired man would have nothing of it. The girls were
definitely scared now, which made him feel even worse, so Welf broke away
from the group and set off to find a place to calm down.
His usual friendly big-brother personality had disappeared. Now he was the
lone wolf, striking out on his own.
"Welf!"
"…Bell."
Bell found him once Welf had reached one of the most scenic points in all
Rivira.
The smith had found a place isolated from the crowd. The boy walked up to
him, looking apologetic and scratching his white hair.
"Sorry, Welf. Sounds like everyone in town came to find you…The leader
asked me if he could talk to you, and I tried to turn him down, but…"
"…No, none of this is your fault. I knew this would happen long before we
crossed that gate."
He had been ready for it the moment he chose to use a magic sword rather
than let his friends' lives hang in the balance. Even so, his pride as a smith and
his stubbornness had come to a head, leading to his livid reaction.
"Don't apologize," he said with a forced grin to the boy who still didn't know
what to say. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"But damn, do they know any other words besides 'magic sword'…? Do they
have any shred of self-respect? The only things an adventurer needs is a reliable
weapon in a strong arm, that's it."
"Ah-ha-ha-ha…"
Bell's face relaxed as soon as Welf recovered enough to string words
together.
"Speaking of that—of swords, anyway—that shortsword I made do all
right?"
"Pretty good. It's not that hard to use, and it helped out quite a bit in the
battle earlier today."
Bell withdrew the shortsword from its sheath. The weapon in his left hand
had a longer reach than the knives he carried, so it was great to pick off monsters
from a safer distance. The blade sparkled in the light from the crystals overhead.
"Glad to hear it," said Welf with a satisfied nod.
Just as a smile finally appeared on his face…a set of footsteps emerged from
the shadows.
The two of them turned. Welf's eyes bulged in surprise.
"Ha-ha-ha, aren't you popular, Welfy boy."
They could see a crimson hakama and battle gear in the style of the
Continent. One thick katana hung from the waist. A smith with long black hair
tied into a ponytail. The leader of Hephaistos Familia and the one who had
jumped in to save the extermination team, Tsubaki, walked closer.
"You—what do you want…?! Why are you even here?!"
"What's with you, Welfy boy? That how you greet a former boss and fellow
smith? How disappointing. Didn't I take really good care of you until you left?"
"Just answer me, dammit!"
"Hmph. Fine, then, but I'm answerin' the second one first. I've wanted to
stretch my legs in the Dungeon for far too long. As for the first…I came to make
you squirm."
She grinned with a twinkle in her eye. "Go to hell!" Welf retorted, clenching
his jaw at the memories flooding back into his mind.
Leader of Hephaistos Familia, Tsubaki Collbrande.
Standing 170 celch tall, she was often mistaken for human. Although her
mother was indeed a human from the Far East, her father was a dwarf from the
Continent, making her half dwarf. Her wheat-colored skin had a healthy luster,
and her breasts were rather large despite being tied down beneath her battle
cloth. She had all the physical qualities to be a very attractive woman, but her
free spirit and desire to enjoy herself meant that she spent little time trying to act
like a perfect lady. She always seemed to be around Welf from the day he
entered the familia, but that was only because it was so much fun to tease him.
She still liked to poke fun at the young Crozzo smith, but back in those days
she treated him more like a child, occasionally helping out and giving advice,
but mostly using him as the butt of her jokes. It happened so often that Welf
couldn't remember every single time. However, he knew that other smiths in the
familia referred to him as "Tsubaki's toy" behind his back.
Even the time when he, Bell, and Lilly had been forced to make the life-ordeath decision to travel to the eighteenth floor not too long ago and Loki Familia
had come to their aid, Tsubaki had been a part of Loki Familia's expedition. Of
course, she sought him out, asking if he was lonely without her in the workshop.
There was absolutely no doubt that Welf was not very fond of her.
At the same time, Tsubaki was renowned in all of Orario, both as a smith and
as a top-tier adventurer.
The fact that she had achieved the rank of Master Smith rubbed Welf the
wrong way. Considering how she had treated him on a daily basis, the young
man made every effort to avoid her.
Welf frowned and tried to hide his face as Tsubaki gave Bell a short greeting,
since the two had crossed paths on the battlefield already. Then she turned back
to him.
"Our goddess has been stuck in one hell of a rut since you left, Welfy boy.
She's lonely."
"…That's a lie."
In truth, Welf was surprised to hear that. But he was quick to hide any
reaction.
"Oh, but it's true," responded Tsubaki with a big-hearted nod. The twinkle
was back in her eyes and another grin grew on her lips.
Bell watched their conversation, not really sure if he should step in as he
spoke up.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"It ain't that hard to figure out. Those two have a special connection…or
somethin' like that. At the very least, Welfy boy here has a thing for that
goddess. Don't you?"
"Oi, cut it out! Why would I—?"
Tsubaki's grin widened the more frustrated Welf became. However, the
young man's face flushed and voice trembled as he shouted at her not to make
assumptions.
As for Bell, he had never seen this side of Welf. Never once had he suspected
that the young man felt anything more than the usual reverence followers had for
their deities. The sudden revelation blindsided him.
Welf, on the other hand, looked away from the boy, unable to withstand
Bell's visible surprise. "Dammit…" he muttered with his hand over his cheek.
Then the young man said a few things like, "Cut it out already," and a few
other saltier expressions. Tsubaki chuckled to herself, shoulders jumping up and
down—then her aura suddenly changed completely.
"That's right, any old smith could fall for that blockhead of a goddess."
Her red right eye, opposite of the bandage, narrowed at Welf.
"As a deity, as a woman…and for her skill with a hammer."
Bell's and Welf's jaws dropped as Tsubaki continued.
"Welfy boy, why the hell didn't you use that magic sword from the get-go in
the fight? Why'd you refuse to make them?"
"You—you were there the whole time…?!"
"I thought you were past spouting all that rubbish 'bout not wantin' to make
magic swords?"
Knowing that Tsubaki had been watching him from the time they joined the
battle's extermination team made Welf gnash his molars together. She ignored
the anger appearing on his face and kept talking in a low, cool voice. Playtime
was over.
The teasing ended and the interrogation was under way.
"Whether it's talent or blood, we as mortals can't come close to forgin' a
supreme weapon without pourin' everything we have into our craft. The dimwit
you've got the hots for is on a whole other level. You won't even reach her in
your dreams this way."
The female smith's harsh words left Bell speechless. Welf, however, was
fuming.
The goal that drove all smiths through their trials and tribulations, forging a
supreme weapon…Hephaistos had shown him what the realm of the gods looked
like, but he refused to take advantage of the blood in his veins to get there.
Tsubaki touching that nerve was far worse than any insult and made him
retaliate.
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do! I don't have a shred of interest in
reaching the supreme realm by forging magic swords! I hate the things!"
"…"
"I will get there doing it my way, you'll see!"
Welf's declaration that he would reach that height on his own terms without
relying on magic swords made Tsubaki's right eye squint to nothing more than a
sliver.
Her glare then shifted to Bell—she was in point-blank range before he knew
what was happening.
Tsubaki moved so fast that the flat-footed Welf couldn't even see her. Bell
forgot to breathe.
All he saw was a blur, but that blur was her grasping the handle of her katana
—with a flash of murderous intent in her eyes. The boy's body reacted on reflex,
bringing the shortsword still in his left hand up to protect himself.
It was over in a flash. Tsubaki's katana came screaming out of its sheath and
collided with the shortsword, breaking it in half.
" "
Snap! Time stood still for Welf, the high-pitched metallic tone ringing in his
ears as he watched the blade he had forged come apart.
It didn't break; it was split.
A simple upward slash. There was no technique or anything fancy in her
attack, just a simple impact of blade on blade. And in that moment the blades
collided, his skill as a smith had lost.
The broken silver blade spun through the air in front of the two boys. Bell
was speechless. Welf was in shock.
Now it was Tsubaki's turn to lash out as the piece of the sword hit the ground.
"Was that supposed to be a toothpick?"
A bright blue sky was above; the town of Rivira was at peace.
But all that might as well have been another world entirely. The woman who
stood at the top of the smithing world maintained her cold tone even as her loud
voice resounded across the floor.
"Your own way? Idiot, at that rate you'll die long before ever comin' close to
the realm of the gods."
"…?!"
"Did becomin' a High Smith put a chip on your shoulder?"
The reality in her words pierced his very soul.
He had no intention of acting pompous. However, he couldn't deny that the
feeling of accomplishment and the pride he felt in carrying the title of High
Smith had made him lose a bit of his edge.
The woman's right eye was burning with an accusing glare.
"Smiths who make blades like that are a dime a dozen."
Tsubaki's voice lowered in anger as she delivered the final blow.
"Don't overestimate yourself, Welf Crozzo."
Beneath her anger, her words felt like a warning as well.
A heavy moment passed before she turned her back, ponytail whipping to the
side.
Welf and Bell stood frozen in place as she took her first step away from them.
"You'll be gettin' payment for the broken weapon tomorrow."
Not bothering to look over her shoulder, Tsubaki left them behind.
Welf still hadn't budged. It was another several heavy heartbeats before he
collapsed to the ground next to the ruined blade. He couldn't take his eyes off it.
"W-Welf…"
There was no way the boy's words could reach him now.
All the challenges and hardships he had overcome up until now paled in
comparison to the shock he'd just received. Welf fell into the deepest, darkest
pits of despair.
Light from the crystals above disappeared as "night" descended on the
eighteenth floor.
The joint party had decided to spend the night in Rivira.
Their weapons were in rough shape, and they had used a great deal of their
items during the fight against the Goliath—in truth, they were down to their last
ones—so rather than camp in the forest where the threat of random monsters was
real, they opted for the safety of the town. Deciding to have their miniexpedition another time, the group searched for a place to sleep.
Though they complained about how all their preparations had gone to waste,
the group settled on an inn that was built into a natural cave.
Everything in the town of Rivira was expensive because the business owners
knew exactly what adventurers would need and that they would pay extra to get
it. Despite all that, this inn was remarkably reasonable. There were no obvious
problems inside; quite the opposite. With liger-fang fur rugs on the floor, magicstone chandeliers, and rooms complete with beds, everything looked to be in
great shape. Considering the other options, this place was definitely one of the
higher-quality inns in Rivira.
And yet, the price was much lower…
"…Word has it that this is the very inn where an adventurer's headless corpse
was discovered…"
"A-are we absolutely sure staying here is the best idea?!"
"L-Lady Lilly, why not look into a different location…?"
"No, not possible. Every other place is too expensive. Lilly doesn't care what
did or didn't happen here, price trumps all. It's not as if the slain adventurer
haunts these halls…!"
—That gruesome incident was the reason that customers didn't come to this
inn.
Haruhime, Mikoto, and Chigusa were visibly shaken as they raised their
objections, but they failed to convince the frugal prum to reconsider. Lilly put on
a brave face and went to check in at the front desk. The animal-man clerk nearly
wept with joy at the sight of his first customers in a long time.
So overjoyed, in fact, that he treated them to light snacks and wine. Once
they were done, everyone went their separate ways to get ready for bed. They
had reserved two rooms, one for men and one for women. The girls huddled
together in their room, doing their best to overcome the fear of what couldn't be
seen by lying side by side on the floor and trying to get some sleep.
Lights faded in the tents and shops around the town.
Only the bars remained lit. Drunken, jubilant voices filled Rivira as night
descended.
"…"
Welf left the inn by himself and returned to the same vantage point where
everything had happened that "afternoon."
He could see the many sparkling crystals that dotted the townscape on the
other side of the railing, as well as the pristine scenery of the eighteenth floor
even farther beyond. The soft glimmer of the crystals far above reflected off the
lake surface beneath him like stars.
He hadn't exactly come back up here to take in the view, which was like
nothing else aboveground, but he admired it for a few moments until he realized
he had company and slowly turned around.
Bell had left the inn after realizing the young man had disappeared. Staying
just out of sight, he had followed him all the way to the vantage point.
"What is it, Bell?"
Welf did his best to sound friendly.
"Welf…I, um…"
"…"
"I…Ever since then…Even now, I prefer your…"
The boy had difficulty speaking, his mouth opening and closing awkwardly
as he desperately tried to convey how he felt.
But he just couldn't, after seeing the look in Welf's eyes. His own ruby-red
eyes looked away and he fell silent.
Somehow, he understood how the smith was feeling, as though he had been
through something like it before. He also knew that, in this state, no words
would comfort him.
After looking left and right for a few moments, he walked up next to Welf.
The two stood side by side in silence, listening to the heavy voices wafting
up from the bars and looking out over the town of Rivira.
They were in the same place that the blade Welf forged had broken so easily.
"…Hey, Bell. Can I have a look at Lady Hestia's knife for a moment?"
"Huh?"
"Please."
Welf spoke up after a few minutes, making a request.
The boy stood there for a moment before nodding and removing the jet-black
knife from its sheath at his waist.
Welf took the Hestia Knife from his outstretched hand.
"Ahhh, damn…It really is a thing of beauty…"
His eyes followed the series of hieroglyphs that were carved into the blade
surface as a mixture of admiration and pain swirled within him. A dreary
expression took over his face.
The divine blade had nearly taken his breath away the first time he saw it.
The weapon itself seemed to dim the moment it left Bell's grasp. Welf had
never been able to figure out why until he learned that it was Hephaistos herself
who forged the blade.
That was its true worth. The skill of a god had gone into its creation. A skill
that was in a realm of its own.
A fresh wave of admiration for the Goddess of the Forge rose within him as
he held the weapon in his hand.
"…All smiths go through a rite of passage before joining Hephaistos
Familia."
"…Like a ceremony?"
"Yeah. Every single one of us, no exceptions."
Returning the knife to its owner, Welf reflected on his own beginnings and
explained how he had first met Hephaistos.
He had run away from his birthplace, the Kingdom of Rakia, and was looking
for a new country to call home.
He had stumbled across a small town that specialized in metalwork and
managed to get hired as an apprentice, when who should walk into his shop but
Hephaistos herself. Not only that, but he caught her attention.
After he accepted her invitation, she brought him to a room at her familia's
home and his rite of passage commenced.
"All of us are shown one sword. Then we decide whether to join or not."
Just the two of them, alone in the room. Hephaistos had told him:
"If you don't feel it, go someplace else."
Then she'd opened the door to a back room. It was there.
A single sword on top of a pedestal.
The sight of that one weapon had sent chills down Welf's spine.
"—I was shaking. I could hardly believe that any human smith could ever
make a weapon like that."
Remembering the sight of the blade forged by Hephaistos's hands still gave
him goose bumps.
With her Arcanum power sealed and no other special Skills to speak of, the
goddess had used pure, refined techniques to forge that blade.
It was the sword all swords were judged against, the original, forged by the
equivalent of human hands. The absolute apex of what people of Gekai could
achieve.
It was a divine work, a piece that truly belonged in the realm of the gods.
"It's the absolute. The best a human without any special Skill might hope to
achieve."
Welf didn't look at Bell. Instead, his gaze was cast out over the town as his
words reflected the passion still burning inside his heart.
He couldn't help but smile as memories of what he saw that day came
shining through.
"I want to make a weapon that surpasses it."
Welf clenched his right fist just in front of his chest.
Anyone who saw that blade instantly felt a connection with Hephaistos, a
kind of love for her to make them want to learn from her and eventually surpass
her. Made them want to reach out to the awe-inspiring goddess. Made them want
to see themselves reaching her realm and finding out what lay beyond.
It was a path far more difficult than anyone could ever imagine.
By comparison, his journey was far more strenuous and challenging than
Bell's quests to catch up with Aiz Wallenstein.
The boy's goal was the Sword Princess—also known as the Kenki—a mortal
who stood at the place where all adventurers wanted to be, among the best of the
best. The place where Welf wanted to be was among the realm of the gods.
It was a height that required far more effort and devotion to reach.
Surprise started to appear on Bell's face as he began to understand the depth
of Welf's ambition. The redheaded smith's gaze was locked on his clenched fist.
"…I want to make it…or at least I did."
Shadow covered his face as his head drooped.
—"We as mortals can't come close to forgin' a supreme weapon without
pourin' everything we have into our craft.
—"The dimwit you've got the hots for is on a whole other level. You won't
even reach her in your dreams this way."
The High Smith knew the limits of his ability.
She, who stood at the top of the smithing world, was a monster in her own
right recognized as Hephaistos's leader.
She, who knew his goal lay even further beyond, understood.
But today, she'd driven that point home to a painful degree, as well as made it
clear how much he wasn't needed.
After all, he was but one smith trying to challenge a god, dreaming a
legendary dream. Was it absurd?
Was it as Tsubaki said, and he would never reach his goal without taking
advantage of the detestable blood in his veins?
Without being a magic-sword blacksmith, would he ever be in the same
realm as Hephaistos?
"I…"
Bell watched as Welf looked up at the dark blue sky of the labyrinth.
The next day.
Hestia Familia and Takemikazuchi Familia left the eighteenth floor.
After spending a little bit of time in the middle levels recouping their
financial losses from the fight against the floor boss and spending the night in
Rivira, the joint battle party made it back to the surface just before nightfall.
Some of them went to the Exchange; others went directly back to their gods
to inform them about what had happened in the Dungeon. Everyone went their
separate ways in Central Park. Welf went off on his own, walking through the
city streets under the dark red sky.
The buildings on either side of the street were filled with boisterous voices
and well lit by magic-stone lamps. Adventurers, just back from the Dungeon,
shared their stories of bravery with other patrons, staff members, or anyone who
would listen. Bards used an array of instruments to fill the bars with upbeat
melodies as listeners sang with jugs of ale in their hands. Even the prettiest
women working at the bars got in on the act by dancing along with the music.
Everyone was smiling, laughing, and having a good time.
Welf passed through the lively crowd without saying a word. No one said
hello to him as he passed by on the edge of the street. It was as though no one
noticed he was there.
He hadn't seen Tsubaki since their heated conversation.
Her words, however, had never left. Still lingering in his ears, they dragged
him into a whirlpool of anguish every time he let his guard down.
"Dammit," he groaned, and shook his head. He'd been asking himself the
same questions over and over since last night but had yet to come to any
conclusion.
Despite the fact that, in the end, there was only one answer.
Frustration on the rise as his spirits sank, Welf looked at his feet as he
walked. His eyes did nothing more than trace the stone pattern of the pavement
as it passed beneath him.
He drifted to the west, the last rays of sunlight illuminating his jacket, when
suddenly…
"—Welf."
He heard a voice he couldn't believe.
" "
Welf froze on the spot. Eyes widening, he quickly turned his head toward the
voice.
For a brief moment, he was sure something was wrong in his head, that he
was hallucinating and it was just a figment of his imagination. But sure enough,
he could see a faint outline in the shadows of an alleyway beside him.
The shadows swirled as if swishing a cape in front of the motionless Welf
and moved farther into the alley. An invitation, no doubt.
Welf followed without any hesitation.
Oi, it can't be, why would—?
He made his way through the narrow alleyway.
More and more new questions filled his mind every moment, sending his
thoughts into turmoil.
Why would he be here?
His pulse quickened. The thumping of his heart against his ribs was too loud
to ignore. Anxiety threatened to overwhelm him as he pursued the cloaked figure
even deeper into the winding alleyways of the city—until, finally, the shadow
came to a stop.
They were somewhere in the backstreets. Litter scattered about the road;
lively voices drifted from the bars off in the distance.
The cloaked figure turned to face Welf as he stood in a completely deserted
and narrow path. Then it lowered its hood.
"It's been a long time, Welf."
The face of a middle-aged man who looked far older emerged from the hood.
The unusually large number of wrinkles covering his face made his age difficult
to determine. His brown hair, long for a man, was tied behind his head. His eyes
spoke of years of hardship, trials, and tribulations. There was no luster, no
strength in his gaze.
Welf couldn't believe what he was seeing as he looked upon the aged human
who was a mirror of himself, showing what he would look like in a few decades.
Then he spoke to him.
"Old man…?"
The person in front of him was none other than his real father. They had the
same blood running through their veins.
Wil Crozzo.
Welf had severed all ties with him seven years ago. This man should be
nothing but a part of his past.
A citizen of Rakia, he was the current head of the fallen family of blacksmith
nobility, the Crozzos.
"Why are you here…? Why would you be here?!"
"Does that need an answer, foolish boy?"
Welf struggled to control his trembling voice. Wil cast his weary gaze on the
young man.
He clenched his jaw.
Just as the man had said, the obvious answer was right outside the city wall.
Thinking wasn't necessary.
Everyone knew about the 30,000 troops currently fighting with Orario's
Alliance.
The man in front of him belonged to the army of the divine king who came
from the West.
Welf's blood boiled as he pieced everything together. This man had snuck
into the Labyrinth City as part of the Rakian invasion.
Don't tell me…?!
The reason that Wil came into the city, the reason that he'd sought him out,
the reason that Rakia wanted to attack in the first place .
The young man's father watched the expressions pass over his son's face and
stated his purpose.
"Welf. Forge magic swords for us."
"…!!"
"The Kingdom of Rakia, Lord Ares himself, has recognized the power of
your magic swords. The ones that you forged for that pointless match between
deities using our family's gift."
The match between deities—the War Game.
Just as his skill had attracted attention from the adventurers inside Orario,
word of the incredible strength of Welf's magic swords had spread to the
Kingdom of Rakia. And now Ares had launched an attack in an effort to secure
Welf's powerful Crozzo Magic Swords for himself.
"The only reason this war drags on is because of you."
That harsh truth hit Welf like a punch to the gut, the shock traveling through
his entire body and leaving him speechless.
Those magic swords had once elevated Rakia's army to invincibility,
allowing them to obtain unimaginable levels of glory in the days of yore. Now
they wanted to regain that legendary status by invading Orario to reclaim him.
Welf was floored by the level of Rakia's obsession with Crozzo Magic
Swords.
"Of course, we'd been preparing to attack Orario for some time. However,
once news of the War Game reached us, Lord Ares and our king decided to
change our plans."
"…!"
"Then it became my role to retrieve you…Come with me, Welf. With you
and Crozzo Magic Swords by our side once again, Rakia shall regain her former
glory."
Their deity had a thirst for battle. Welf figured that he most likely wasn't
Rakia's only objective.
However, the fact that the Kingdom of Rakia had raised an army of 30,000
and started an all-out war just for magic swords, and then sent this man to collect
him, only added fuel to the fire burning in his heart. "Are you brain-dead?!"
Welf practically spat the words from his mouth.
The Guild was very strict when it came to monitoring the flow of capable
warriors, so luring an upper-class adventurer out of the city was next to
impossible—and climbing over the large city wall was no easy feat. Even if Wil
managed to make contact with Welf, the full, outrageous strength of Orario's
adventurers would be there to bar his retreat.
The solution was to bring the 30,000 troops and draw out as many of the
adventurers as possible. Most likely, the reason they were still fighting now was
to buy enough time to get Welf out of Orario.
The Kingdom of Rakia was willing to go to such lengths to reclaim the lost
power of Crozzo Magic Swords.
"Go to hell! Me, join you?! Dream on! I said good-bye to the family and
Rakia a long time ago! There's no reason for me to play along with your batshit
insane scheme!"
"Foolish boy, I was giving you a chance to come peacefully out of paternal
mercy…"
Father and son, locked in an intense stare down.
The air was electric, but Welf wasn't intimidated by Wil's threatening words.
Reaching for the swords strapped to his back, he curled his lips into a grin.
"So then you're going to kidnap me? Drag me away by force?"
Welf was now aware of the other figures trying to conceal themselves in the
darkness.
He looked down to the alleyways, grinning as if itching for a fight.
"We might be out of the way here, but not so far that people won't hear a
brawl. This is Orario—there'll be no escape once they know you're here."
Welf was Level 2. He was stronger than most of the people who lived outside
the city, including the average member of Rakia's army. His opponents would
have to employ other strategies. Although the young man was genuinely
surprised that they had made it this far without being discovered by the Guild,
that also meant there couldn't be many of them. It would take more than a few
soldiers to overpower him.
Welf held the advantage, as well as the hilt of his greatsword. However, Wil's
expression remained unchanged as he said to his son:
"If you refuse to come quietly, my comrades within the city will set it ablaze
with magic swords. Authentic Crozzos, at that."
" "
The glint of the blade was a few celch out of its sheath when Welf's hand
came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes trembled in shock as he yelled.
"Don't give me that shit! There can't be any more Crozzo Magic Swords left
in Rakia!"
"Actually, yes, there are. Fifty of them were spared at the time of the fairy's
curse."
He continued by adding that Welf hadn't been old enough to learn that family
secret before Welf had left.
A smile appeared on Wil's face for the first time.
Back in the days of yore, when Crozzo Magic Swords paved the Kingdom of
Rakia's advance with utter destruction, anything close to the battlefield—be it
lakes or mountains or an elvish forest—became nothing more than piles of
charred ash. That drew the anger of the elves and other fairies, who broke all the
magic swords into useless fragments. Their last act was to place a curse on the
family of blacksmiths who created them. Now, Welf was the only member of the
family able to forge magic swords.
However, there was no uncertainty in Wil's voice when he claimed that
several of the magic swords had survived the fairies' purge and the curse.
"The commanders were afraid of losing them, so they sat collecting dust all
these years…"
The smile still plastered on his wrinkled face, Wil reached inside his cloak
and withdrew a blade.
"This should be proof enough."
" !"
The weapon firmly in his father's grasp was, without a doubt, a magic sword.
Welf knew in an instant what the red swirling energy inside its blade meant,
and it left him speechless. The Crozzo blood in his veins knew how to recognize
one of its own. This was no bluff.
"My compatriots each have one as well. If I give the signal or fail to return in
due time, they'll unleash hellfire on Orario."
Should the Crozzo Magic Swords be used inside Orario's walls, the results
would be cataclysmic.
Just like the elvish forest and the fairies' homes, this peaceful city would turn
into a sea of flames, its buildings reduced to rubble. Countless civilian lives
would be lost should that come to pass.
Wil could see that his son understood the situation and narrowed his eyes.
"You come with us and none of that happens. Nothing at all."
The elder Crozzo watched the fire disappear from his son's face, and his
smirk turned into an ominous grin.
He then started speaking with unbridled joy, gradually breaking free from
years of suppression with each word.
"Welf, the Kingdom of Rakia will rise once again upon your return! And we,
the Crozzo family, can once again bask in the glory of the old days! Money,
status, fame—all of it ours!"
"…!"
"Lord Ares has given his word that he'll restore our family to its rightful
place if you agree to forge magic swords once again! Our family name will be
heralded as it once was! The Crozzo family's utmost desires will become reality,
and I will see it through!"
Wil let his emotions take over, a new light shining in his once-dead eyes as
his long hair waved beneath the tie behind his head.
The vigor in his eyes was very close to the brink of insanity. They twinkled
abnormally bright in the dim light.
Welf was overwhelmed by the devotion of a man trapped by his family's
obsession.
The many wrinkles in Wil's face bent and curved as he smiled in his son's
direction.
"Make your preparations to leave Orario tonight. Bring all the magic swords
you have in your possession to the storage facilities located on the southwest
edge of the city at midnight…I shouldn't have to remind you what will happen if
you tell anyone, right?"
Wil finished giving orders to his son before slipping back into the shadows.
The other figures in the alleyways also retreated, but some stayed close
enough that Welf could still feel their presence. He was being watched.
Welf stood there, staring after his father until he disappeared. His hands
clenched into trembling fists.
After returning home, Welf made up an excuse to spend the night in his
workshop to avoid talking with anyone.
He wasn't confident in his ability to keep a calm expression.
The last thing he wanted was for Hestia to figure out something was wrong.
Alone in the stone building in the rear garden of their home, the light of red
flames illuminating his face, Welf stared into the heart of the fire in the forge. He
sat on his bench, not moving a muscle.
His mind began to churn along with the subtle dance of the flames.
Each shift in the fire brought forth a slew of forgotten memories that had
been awakened by the sudden reunion with his father.
"Listen to the metal's words, lend your ears to its echoes, put your heart
into your hammer."
Before he knew it, there was a hammer in his hand and hot metal over the
anvil. Wham! Wham!
A shower of sparks fell to the floor with each impact, echoes filling the
workshop. His heart listened to the song of the metal, synchronizing with it to
create a calm in the storm. Welf was finding his center.
Crackle, crackle. The sounds of the roaring forge rose into the deepening
night.
He had completed the sword by the time he had to depart.
It wasn't a magic sword, but the light-silver weapon emanated a clear glow. A
type of blade he'd never made before was in his grasp.
He spent several moments looking at his reflection on the mirrorlike surface
of the off-white sword. Then he placed it gently on the anvil. Wrapping several
other weapons in a piece of thick white cloth, he left his workshop.
Time had passed much faster than he'd anticipated.
The night sky was clear and filled with stars. No lights came from the
windows of Hearthstone Manor.
Welf gazed at his home for some time before leaving through the back gate.
The appointed time drew near. Welf silently made his way through the streets
toward the outskirts of the city.
When suddenly…
"What the…Bell?!"
He felt the presence of someone following him and moved to confront
whoever it was, only to find the white-haired boy.
Bell stepped directly into the light of a magic-stone lamp and spent several
seconds trying to figure out what to say. A few heavy heartbeats later, he said in
a quiet voice:
"You looked upset…And I was worried."
Bell was the only one who had noticed something was off with the smith
during their brief interaction back at home.
Welf was taken aback by the boy who had snuck out at night to follow him…
But then he smiled.
It had happened again, just like on the eighteenth floor when Bell came
hopping after him like some lonely rabbit. It made him feel warm inside.
He reached out with his right hand and ruffled the boy's hair.
Seeing the blank look on the boy's face broke down his last defenses, and
Welf smiled in earnest.
Seeing that softer expression made Bell follow suit.
Welf had been dead set on solving this problem on his own, but now he felt
as though he could share the load. He told the boy about everything that
happened earlier that evening.
"R-Rakia?! Not only that, but your father…!"
"Yeah. That country really has a thing for Crozzo Magic Swords."
Bell was dumbfounded by the news as the two of them continued through the
streets.
Welf could still feel the presence of his observers keeping their distance, but
what could they do at this point? With Bell around, they wouldn't be able to
sneak up on him and would be forced to let this transgression slide.
"…So, what are you going to do?"
Bell anxiously looked up, visibly shaken.
He was legitimately worried that the red-haired smith would give in to their
demands. Welf laughed dryly, cracking a grin.
"I'm not gonna leave you—any of you—behind. So don't worry."
He told the boy to leave everything to him.
At the same time, Bell's concern helped Welf relax. The two continued to
walk under the night sky toward their date with destiny.
There was a way station among the storage facilities located on the
southwestern edge of the city.
It served as an entrance for shipments coming into Orario by land and sea.
Products from other regions and countries were brought here and stored until
merchants distributed them across Orario. It also served as a marketplace, as
many people came here to buy unusual items from foreign lands.
Bell and Welf made their way into a part of the facility that housed many
large and small storage warehouses. Magic-stone lamps were few and far
between and couldn't illuminate all the paths that spread out through the facility
like a spiderweb. There were too many dark alleys and blind spots to count. The
intimidating presence of the towering city wall was also nearby.
The two kept a close eye on their surroundings until finally one cloaked man
appeared in an alleyway. He swished his cloak as an indication to follow him.
Gulp. Welf heard Bell swallow hard as he followed the man, the white-haired
boy at his side.
The alleyway was completely deserted except for the sound of three sets of
footsteps. The cloaked man led them to an old rectangular warehouse that had
seen better days.
"—I told you to come alone, Welf."
"I meant to, but he followed me here on his own. What was I supposed to
do?"
Wil Crozzo stood in the middle of the old storage unit, illuminated by the
moonlight coming through the glass windows at the top of its high walls.
The man's eyebrows sank in displeasure. Welf, however, reached out and
ruffled Bell's hair with his right hand.
Wil watched the white-haired boy blush as his son teased him. "It doesn't
matter," he said with a forced smile.
"Was nice meeting him, but this is where the two of you say good-bye."
Wil reached into his cloak and withdrew his magic sword. Almost on cue,
other hooded figures emerged from the shadows of the old warehouse.
There were at least fifty of them, far more than Welf had expected.
Bell at his side, the young man braced himself in the face of overwhelming
numbers.
"How the hell did all you get into Orario? Were the gatekeepers sleeping?"
"The Guild might be powerful, but Orario is no fortress. Merchants,
familias…There are several ways of getting in and out."
Wil left his words open to interpretation, conjuring ideas of a mole inside
Orario or that the Guild's surveillance was far from perfect. It served only to
worsen Welf's state of mind.
Wil's allies started stepping into the moonlight—the soldiers of Ares Familia
had concealed their identities with an assortment of hooded robes and capes,
disguising themselves as travelers. Drawing knives and daggers from sheaths
hidden at their waists, the warriors moved to surround Bell and Welf.
"Now, foolish boy. You're coming with us!"
Bell and Welf stood ready. Wil's voice crackled with a joyous laugh. But
then…
Countless magic-stone lamps flickered to life, flooding the warehouse with
bright light.
"?!"
Wil, his soldiers, Bell, and Welf were stunned.
A ring of demi-humans that outnumbered Rakia's soldiers had the entire
group surrounded. The warehouse was under their control.
Welf squinted to protect his eyes from the sudden rush of light coming from
their lamps. The first thing he saw when his eyes adjusted was the emblem
engraved into the newcomers' armor.
Hammers overlapping in front of a volcano.
"He-Hephaistos Familia?!"
Bell's voice echoed through the warehouse at the same time the ring of demihumans parted to allow a woman through.
"Well, looks like Finn hit the nail right on the head."
"Tsubaki?!"
Welf's jaw dropped at the sight of the female smith, her long black ponytail
swishing back and forth and one eye hidden by an eye patch.
Leading a familia known the world over, Tsubaki appeared alongside the
many High Smiths who composed one of Orario's most powerful groups of
adventurers and artisans. Wil's voice shook as he yelled as loud as he could:
"Wh-why, how did you find us?!"
"Oh, we've known about this little ploy for a while now. So we've been
keeping a close eye on your target."
Wil's face tensed in a mix of shock and disbelief. At the same time, Tsubaki's
lips pulled back into a smug grin as she spoke.
Loki Familia, realizing that Rakia's army had been avoiding a decisive battle,
had figured out their true objective. Working together with the Guild, they had
ordered that Hestia Familia—especially Welf—be put under surveillance.
"So I was bait, was I…?"
Welf's anger was palpable as he yelled at Tsubaki when she finished
explaining to his father and the Rakian soldiers. That was the reason why she
had kept showing up—even at the Dungeon—over the past few days.
Tsubaki shrugged off Welf's fiery glare as a deity appeared next to her.
"My children have captured the reinforcements you had stationed outside the
warehouse. Be grateful."
"G-Goddess Hephaistos…?!"
Wil recoiled at the appearance of the goddess who wore an eye patch similar
to but on the opposite side of Tsubaki's.
Hephaistos's eye patch, beauty, crimson eye, and hair were instantly
recognizable all over the world. Her sudden appearance stunned even Rakia's
soldiers. Wil fired back with a tone that bordered on insanity.
"This isn't over! We still have our magic swords—the power of Crozzo is on
our side!"
He lifted the sparkling red blade in his grasp—the Crozzo Magic Sword—
high into the air. An anxious chill ran through Bell and the members of
Hephaistos Familia.
It was one of the last legendary magic swords said to be able to "burn away
the sea." Tsubaki's expression became far more severe in the face of a weapon
perfectly suited to take on superior numbers.
Hephaistos remained calm and composed. She cast her gaze onto the still
silent Welf.
Rakia's soldiers were invigorated by Wil's call; each drew their own magic
swords one by one.
"Welf, come with us if you don't want to see the city become an ocean of
flames!"
Wil called out to his son, with eyes that had long ago lost their vigor now
burning from ghastly desperation.
"Well, didn't plan for that. So, what to do…eh, Welfy boy?"
"All of you stay out of this."
"Welf!"
"You, too. Trust me."
Tsubaki called out to the red-haired man walking toward his father. But Welf
didn't look up when he responded. When Bell also took a few steps toward him,
Welf flashed a grin over his shoulder.
A look of relief washed across Wil's face as his son came closer.
"That's right, Welf! Now come, hand over all the magic swords you
brought!"
Welf continued to walk toward his overjoyed father but came to a stop ten
paces in front of him.
Everyone in the warehouse watched with bated breath as Welf reached into
the roll of white cloth he carried over his shoulder.
The young man withdrew a single dark-crimson longsword from within the
mass of blades contained inside the cloth. Then he raised it.
"This is all I got."
"What…?"
"Yeah. This is the only one I made."
He declared that at his home and workshop, this was the only Crozzo Magic
Sword there was.
It was then that Wil realized that Welf had brought all the other weapons
wrapped in the cloth to help him break away from their clutches. His face
instantly changed from surprise to burning red with rage.
Welf simply said there was no way to forge a magic sword in less than half a
day and shrugged.
"Already forgotten what I told you, foolish boy…? Orario will become a
hellscape…!"
Welf interrupted his father's trailing protests.
"That sword in your hand is the only real Crozzo, isn't it?"
" "
Bell, Tsubaki, and all of Hephaistos Familia reflexively leaned closer to the
two men in the center of the warehouse after hearing those words.
Only Hephaistos herself was unaffected as she watched the tense scene play
out.
"Spending some time cooped up in my shop was just what I needed to cool
off. Even if that many magic swords survived the purge, there's no way Rakia
would let them all out at the same time."
Just like his family, Welf knew the Kingdom of Rakia pined for its glory days
when Crozzo Magic Swords reigned supreme, and was therefore very attached to
them. They wouldn't risk the few magic swords that remained on a plan that
might or might not succeed. It was highly unlikely that this expeditionary force
would be granted access to the remaining Crozzos in the first place.
He had reasoned that their original plan must have been to reunite with their
allies outside the city wall, armed with all the new Crozzo Magic Swords he had
supposedly forged, and then trap Alliance forces in a deadly pincer.
Welf had figured out that his return to Rakia was the bargaining chip, how his
father had negotiated his way to acquiring one of their precious remaining magic
swords.
Wil stood there in shocked silence, all but confirming Welf's suspicions. His
allies did indeed all carry magic swords, but they were not Crozzo Magic
Swords. Each of them exchanged nervous glances.
Welf stood tall, confident. Wil took a step back in the face of his son's sharp
gaze.
"Gah GRHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Wil's eyes suddenly flashed as he howled with rage.
"Stay back! Just one is enough to burn all of you into oblivion!"
Another wave of nervous energy shot through the warehouse as the man
holding the sparkling red blade teetered on the verge of losing his mind.
Their fate would be determined by the flick of the wrist. Bell thrust out his
right arm to unleash his own Magic at any moment. Tsubaki licked her lips, her
hand nervously resting on the hilt of her thick katana, her right foot shifting
closer to get the best jump possible.
Amid all this tension, Welf said:
"Do it."
His father froze. Welf's red hair flicked to the side as he jeered coldly at the
man.
"Go ahead and try."
He grinned, flashing his teeth.
His father must have gone past the breaking point because he ignored his
allies' calls to stop and took a step forward with the Crozzo Magic Sword held
high above his head.
"Y-you FOOLISH BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!"
Then, before the red sword could fall—
Before Bell, the High Smiths, and even Tsubaki could react—
Welf's eyes flew open as he slashed the dark-crimson longsword in his grasp
with all his might.
"—Raging Inferno!!"
An explosion of flames rushed forward.
At the same time, a wave of fire surged from Wil's red magic sword to meet
it.
In front of all of Welf's current and former allies, in front of Hephaistos's
intense one-eyed gaze, the young smith's crimson flames absorbed and
overpowered the red—and wiped them out. A roaring fire and a small mountain
of sparks filled the warehouse, the heat blasting in all directions.
Those who were caught in it were thrown off their feet; others dropped to all
fours in a desperate effort to withstand the shock wave. Red hakama violently
shifting around her legs, Tsubaki stood tall in front of her goddess to protect her.
Then, when everyone's eyes had recovered from the red glare enough to
comprehend their surroundings…
Bell and the other observers slowly looked up…and saw Welf, standing tall
on both feet, and Wil, firmly planted on his rear atop the charred floor of the
warehouse.
Wil's face froze in disbelief, when suddenly—CRACK! The red magic sword
in his grasp fell to pieces. Welf's dark-crimson longsword was not only still in
one piece but sparkling with even more magic energy.
The difference between the power of the two blades, as well as their limits,
was plain for all to see. There was no comparison.
The magic sword forged by the boy, who had coughed up blood working as
hard as he could to improve his Status, was superior to the one forged by his
forefathers, who relied on only their inborn talent. That was all it was.
"…Why?!"
Wil, absolutely dumbstruck as he stared at the remains of the magic sword,
howled at his son.
Trembling from head to foot, the last of his self-control disappeared and
every pent-up emotion came raging out of him at once.
"Why do you not forge magic swords when you have all that power?!"
"…"
"Why do you not use that power for your family—for your country?!"
Welf didn't respond to his father's howls.
With Bell, Hephaistos, and Tsubaki looking on, he tightened his grip on the
magic sword in his hand.
"Why is it you who can forge magic swords?! If it were me, if I had been
born with the gift, by now…! Damn you, you worthless boy!"
Wil climbed to his feet as he unloaded years of frustration onto Welf.
The man's eyes were bloodshot, not much different from a ferocious beast's,
as his cloak rippled around his body. "Are you still spouting that bullshit, that
you can't stand to see a weapon that'll break? Weapons are disposable! You can
just make another one!"
That got Welf's attention. He glared daggers at his father. But Wil didn't
notice and continued his rant. "'Make more blades, bask in never-ending
honor'—have you forgotten the teachings of the blacksmith nobility who
obtained glory with magic swords?"
With those words, Welf exploded. "What blacksmith nobility?! What
honor?!"
The young man's voice cut through the air inside the blackened warehouse.
Wil fell silent as Welf took several impassioned steps forward.
A moment later, Welf's clenched fist buried itself deep in his father's cheek.
"GEH!"
The Rakian soldiers watched their leader fall to the ground in disbelief.
Several stepped forward, drawing their weapons, but…
"Stay right there!"
Welf's rage-filled warning made them freeze on the spot.
While the howl of the High Smith instilled fear in the soldiers, it was
intended for Bell and Tsubaki as well.
"Stand up! On your feet!"
"…!"
Discarding his magic sword and white cloth full of weapons, Welf grabbed
his father's collar with both hands.
Once Wil was back on his feet, lip split and bleeding, the red-haired young
man delivered another blow.
"UGAH!"
"The 'pride of nobility'? Have all of you forgotten the need that drives all
smiths?!"
The flurry of punches and verbal strikes drove Wil backward, but he raised
his head, cheeks burning red with rage.
Wil channeled that anger into his fists and threw a punch the moment that
Welf's face was exposed. It connected with the young man's jaw.
"Compared to honor, our futile desires are nothing more than trash!" Wil
unleashed his mind and fist at the same time, making Welf recoil. However, the
young man was quick to strike back. The dull impacts of their punches sounded
throughout the warehouse. Knuckles dug into cheeks.
Both men staggered, struggling to maintain balance as they exchanged
powerful blows. Wil was clearly surprised by the strength of his son's punches.
Welf launched another verbal tirade.
"The hell you callin' trash?! Can't hear you, you done-for old man!"
"You…you…YOU FOOLISH BOOOOOOOOOOOOY!!"
Overcome with rage, Wil knocked his son's arms out of the way and jumped
in close with his right fist held high.
However, every time his father's fist connected with his face, Welf was quick
to counter with an elbow or a punch of his own.
The onlookers, including Bell, watched in stunned silence, their eyes intently
following every move.
The current situation and their physical pain long forgotten, father and son
continued to intensify their fighting. Nothing else mattered to them anymore.
"A weapon only needs to be strong! Pretty words don't change a thing!"
Brown hair and red hair whipped back and forth with each blow.
Both father's and son's faces were already a swollen mishmash of black and
blue, with streaks of blood leaking from broken skin. Red droplets scattered
every time another punch connected.
His father's fists continuously pummeled his face, but Welf held his ground.
The young man refused to show any pain as he powered through the impacts and
retaliated.
"GHA…!"
Wil lost his balance and staggered backward. Welf roughly wiped the blood
off his face with his forearm.
"Right now, I'm no different from any other guy who swings a magic
sword!"
"…!"
"Is that real power? Is it our fate to keep making these things?"
On one side, a Level 2 High Smith. On the other, a Level 1 descendant of
fallen blacksmith nobility.
Despite the absurdity of it all, Welf put all his being into every punch, his
spirit behind every blow.
"Of course it isn't! It can't be!"
His father's eyes went wide as Welf drove his fist directly into the man's jaw.
"A weapon is part of its wielder! A valued partner that stays by their side
through thick and thin, carving a way forward! A piece of their soul!"
"That's…that's nonsense…!"
"As smiths, we have to take pride in providing that kind of weapon!"
Catching a glimpse of the white-haired boy out of the corner of his eye, Welf
delivered three more blows.
He poured all his soul into his blood-splattered fists.
"…We'll have nowhere to go if we get run out of the kingdom! The name of
Crozzo cannot survive without the glory of nobility! We will not survive…!
Why can't you understand that?"
The bloodline had lost its noble status, its pride. The moment the family was
exiled, it would lose the only way that Wil knew how to live and would die out
before long.
The only way to save their family was with magic swords.
Wil insisted that the power lurking in their blood, the magic swords it could
produce, was the only path to their salvation. His powerless punches barely
connected, but his voice was still as passionate as ever.
"You're alive, aren't you? Your hands can still swing a hammer, grasp
metal!"
"…!"
Welf grabbed his father's collar and pulled him in close.
He glared directly into the older man's eyes, his throat trembling as he
shouted:
"A hammer, metal, and a burning desire! With those, you can forge a weapon
anywhere! Nobility, kingdom—they don't mean shit!"
Wil bore the brunt of his son's rage as Welf tried desperately to make his
father see the truth that was in plain sight.
Hephaistos watched as Welf repeated the words that were on the verge of
being forgotten.
"—'Listen to the metal's words, lend your ears to its echoes, put your heart
into your hammer'! You and Granddad taught me that, didn't you?"
A smelly workshop covered in soot.
His youth, when he worked alongside his father and grandfather, putting
hammer to metal.
A time before the latent abilities in his blood awakened, when the disgraced
family was determined to make a new name for itself without magic swords. A
time when three generations of smiths came together to make that a reality.
Days that had once existed in their past.
Welf awakened those memories in his father. Wil's eyes quivered.
Flexing the powerful muscles in his arms and tightening his grip on his
father's collar, Welf was nearing tears as his voice exploded once again.
"Where did that pride go?"
Those words hung in the air, echoing throughout the warehouse.
They lingered in the ears of Rakia's soldiers, the High Smiths, and Bell. No
one moved.
His breathing ragged, Welf kept his grip on his father's cloak and broke off
eye contact by looking at the floor.
Wil's face was an absolute mess. The older man's eyes widened, and he let
his arms drop.
All focused on the two smiths. A thick stillness descended on the warehouse.
"Enough."
An old man's voice broke the heavy silence.
One figure stepped forward from the group of Rakian soldiers and pulled
back his hood.
Welf's shoulders trembled the moment he saw the man's eagle-like eyes
between his white hair and white beard.
"Granddad…?!"
"Father…!"
Welf continued to stare at his grandfather as Wil turned to face him.
Garon Crozzo.