Chapter 29 - Blacksmith's Love Affair With the Priest (Complete)

Chapter 29 - Blacksmith's Love Affair With the Priest (Complete)

"...Little bit?"

My embarrassing words resonate softly in the workshop.

Daedroth's eyes widened and he finally grabbed my shoulder.

"A little bit... Why are you giving such an ambiguous answer...?"

"I can't talk to all spirits... Only Master since I touched the pendant..."

Thanks to Day de Ross shaking his shoulder, he was distracted and answered with gibberish.

"Master?"

At my answer, Deidros stops shaking his shoulder.

"...Master."

"Who is Master? Oh, so I'm asking the owner of this pendant."

"...My name is Sierra-sama."

"Sierra... Sierra... Ah, you're talking about Ja-wol. You were Ja-wol's disciple..."

If Deidros remembered Sierra, she remembered her name and muttered her tinnitus, Jawol.

[Calling the original girl's embarrassing nickname... Shameful...]

Sierra grumbled, popping back from her pendant before she knew it.

Deidros checks her Sierra's shape and then points at her and asks her me.

"Could you tell me what she's talking about?"

[Never tell me, disciple! I don't want to talk to a guy like this! ]

Sierra exclaimed at this question from Deadros. She grabbed her head for a moment at the sound of her head being stabbed.

"...Uh, they told me not to tell you."

"Ha, Miss Sierra must be shy. Come to think of it, she didn't ask for your name..."

"My name is Zeto. I am Sierra's first and last disciple..."

I introduced myself and held out my hand to him.

"Zeto... I have many names such as Daedroth, Gregor, Isserbal... But now that I've been looking for Daedroth, Daedroth will suffice, right?"

Since he was a dragon who had lived for hundreds of years, he had been through the lives of many people, so it was an introduction that could be made.

So I shook hands with him.

"She's the last disciple... Yes, coming here... It seems her condition has worsened after all."

Dedros is a person who has lived for a long time. There must be many people in his memory... Perhaps because she was once famous, he remembered her once and recited detailed information.

[ ... ]

When Dedros brought up the story of Sierra's illness, Sierra's face began to darken.

She will hate the disease, which is the reason she died and the reason she harbored a grudge.

"...Still, I think it's really fortunate that we can talk like this."

While answering Daedroth, I comforted Sierra.

"She obviously continued to be active, but she disappeared at some point... I wondered if she had entered the closed-door training, but she must have been teaching students."

"You went through the lung training. After you came out, you met me and took me back."

"I didn't expect that she would take in her pupils, but she was secretly hiding it... Haha! She's sure to live a long time."

Daedroth soon said, 'It's an interesting picture.' He muttered something like that and carried his ingredients to a corner of his workshop.

Deidros, who took out a fountain pen from somewhere and picked it up, looked at me and opened his mouth.

"...I don't know why you can talk to the spirits. Didn't you have divine power or learned necromancy?"

"That's right. I'm not sure what I'm thinking..."

There is only one point to point out.

It was the existence of an 'eyepatch', but I couldn't confide it to this dragon.

"Conversation with the soul... Even those with moderate divine power would be impossible. Even if it's around that noble 'saint'..."

"...If you're a saint, can you talk to the spirit?"

I asked Daedroth to dig up information.

There was a stairway he had built in advance in his relationship with the saintess while meeting Antony and Emilia before, so he had to know for sure at this point.

"Saint... I haven't met any recent saint... Gee, I don't remember how many saints she was..."

Daedroth suddenly looks up at the ceiling and traverses the library of memories piled up with countless books in his head.

"...It was a long time ago. Back then, there were a lot of evil things like yodo.

Daedroth was never a good character. I should say that I have matured now... It seems that I am living a relatively quiet life.

"One day, the saintess came to me with her direct knights. She came right up to me and slapped me on the cheek. ... She must have said so."

The Daedroth recited the story from the past. It was very exciting because it was a story that I had never heard of even in the game.

"The saintess lowered my cheek a few more times and eventually said that she shed tears. She said that the cheek she was hit at that time still hurts sometimes. Uncharacteristically for her, her hands were on the spicy side."

Daedroth, who was talking, smiled. As if the feelings of that time were revived while retracing the memories.

"I replied to the saintess who was crying inexorably. I asked if you could represent these souls, and she said yes. As soon as she came here, the cries of the souls stuck in her ears. Please stop..."

A drop of tear fell on the corner of Daedroth's raised mouth.

But he wasn't crying.

"After that, until her death...She never made a urethra."

After hearing his story, I have a question.

"That... Not a question for me... But there was a story like that, so why are you making it again?"

At my question, Daedroth wiped away his tears and answered.

"Haha! I'm afraid she'll come back someday and slap me on the cheek... I'm using my own group."

Deidros stopped reminiscing about his past with that hearty laugh.

Shaking his head to and fro, he sees Day de Ross scrawling something on a piece of paper with his fountain pen.

After hearing the story, Daedroth's appearance seemed different.

Was he honoring her in his own way?

Or do you really want her to come back to life like a miracle?

I didn't know which one.

It's just that he had a story like that.

I thought that Daedroth was just a character who was a mad dragon pretending to be an artist.

...I didn't know everything either.

First of all, thanks to the Daeros, it seems that the saintess has obtained enough information to communicate with the spirit.

"Then...Was it your opinion? The thing about making a urethra."

While taking notes, Daedroth suddenly asked me a question.

"Yes. Ever since I put my hand on the pendant after sending Master away, I felt Master's soul. The conversation started from then..."

I answered Deadros' question in moderation. Sierra knew the situation, so he didn't say anything.

"I hoped for human madness or vain desire to become stronger, but... The affection between the teacher and the teacher... 'Love'..."

"Love?"

I hurriedly asked about Daedroth's sudden love story.

"Aren't there many kinds of love? Isn't it also one kind of love when a disciple cares for the master and the master allows the disciple to make himself a urethra for the disciple? Did I misinterpret this story?"

"Hmm..."

Listening to Daedroth's words, I don't want to think of anything else from someone else's point of view.

"Well, if it's love, it must be love."

I thought of the artistic temperament of Daedroth overflowing with romance, so I answered that.

If there is a good story, I wonder if it will make Yodo better.

Deidros nodded his head and went over well, but the person next to him didn't seem to do so.

[Huh... Disciple... No matter how much it's a lie... The original girl is a bit ashamed...]

Sierra covers her face with the palm of her hand, twisting only one of her fingers to stare at me through the gap.

Her face is strangely red.

I don't know why her face, which is only a spirit, can blush.

"This, this... It's going to be a masterpiece. It's a story I like. The deep love between a teacher and a teacher. Do you dare me to write this story? Jetto."

When Deidros finished writing his notes, he spread his arms from side to side as if in a play and asked me.

"If you make it well, it's fine."

"No way. How to put anything into a masterpiece like this without reserve. Even if I open my warehouse, I will definitely complete this masterpiece."

Daedroth said he would open his warehouse, that is to say, the Gold Dragon's warehouse.

'I'm so lucky...?'

In terms of games, this is a 'great success!' While making weapons. It was something like that that would have popped up.

"That's good. Master."

Deidros knew I could communicate with spirits anyway, so he spoke openly to Sierra.

"The more I look at it, the more amazing it is. This strange power that cannot be explained in words... Is it the power of love?"

Daedroth watched me talking to Sierra and started talking bullshit.

[ ...That, yes! It is the power of love! The first disciple of the original woman and her last disciple! Even the real woman now understands! ]

After listening to the absurd words of Sierra dei de Los, she finally believed that the excuse I made up was the truth, as if she had gone out of her mind. Sierra's focus was slightly blurry as she spat out her words.

"Haa... So how long does it take?"

I asked Daedroth while cleaning up this mess.

"The urethra is as special as the process of making it... But a week is enough."

Fortunately, the production period for Yodo was the same as in the game.

Not only the urethra, but also other specially crafted weapons took about a month at the longest.

I nodded affirmatively to Daedroth and approached him, holding out the bag of money in my arms.

"It's 500 gold."

It was the production cost.

In fact, this amount of money was not worth much to Daedroth, who was overflowing with money.

"Yes. I will do my best so that you will not regret coming to me."

Daedroth took the 500 gold I gave him. The amount is not checked separately.

Maybe they don't want to do free service. In any case, from my point of view, it is to create a work of art.

Then it was time to break up with Sierra for a while.

"I'll come back before it's too late, Master."

She bowed her head to Sierra.

[Don't worry. I'm used to waiting. A week or so of her is just right for the original woman. ]

Sierra's solemn voice echoes in her head as she confidently crosses her arms.

That voice was enough to give me confidence.

"Then see you in a week. It's been a long time since I've been motivated, so it might end faster."

Leaving behind Daedroth's words, I left the studio.

It's a week.

It feels long

'The urethra is finally completed.'

***

The week went by really quickly.

With less than a few days left until the labyrinth opens, the class was in full swing learning about the labyrinth.

For me, who knew the labyrinth system, it was just a boring class.

Nothing special happened during the week. Sometimes I go and eat with Yuri.

Time passed and I came back to Daedroth's mansion again.

The way to go and the barrier around the mansion were the same as when I visited last time, but the difference was that Sierra wasn't floating next to me now.

Sierra must be in this mansion.

ã…¡ Smart.

I knocked on the mansion door.

But this time I heard a thumping sound from far away, and the door opened hastily.

"You're here at last!"

The Daedroth opened the door and greeted me with a bright face. The Daeros I met after a week was very excited.

"...Long time no see."

I followed the Daedroth into the house.

"Ah, the urethra was completed the day before. Really... I've made many urethras so far, but this experience was the best."

Daedroth made a fuss over and over again in an ecstatic voice.

'Is it made that well...?'

I followed him and scratched his head.

"First of all, it would be better to see it for yourself. Ah, rather than seeing it... You will know it by touching it."

Deedros was so excited that he made fun of it for a while.

That's how I arrived in front of the exceptionally luxurious door in the mansion.

"Originally, it's a room for VIPs, but you're not like a VIP to me. I'm sorry for being shabby. Of course, you'll be there, but from my point of view, I'm concerned, so please understand."

"Haha, I'm fine."

After Dedros finished his four legs, he opened the door.

The room had a more luxurious interior, befitting a room serving precious guests.

Among the luxurious furniture and beautiful paintings, she was there.

Sierra.

Her figure as she stood in this room was like a painting.

The long, beautiful silk-colored hair and mysterious purple eyes were still the same...

Maybe it was because the object that contained the soul had changed, so the outfit had changed.

Her oriental dress, of her red color, suited her oddly. Maybe a little more elegant.

Nonetheless, the level of exposure remained.

Her breastbone and shoulders are still exposed.

[My disciple. ]

"..."

Sierra comes up to me with a shy voice and she hugs me.

Deidros looked at us like that, then raised one corner of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders and spat out a word.

"Ha, hugging as soon as we met... I wouldn't even be able to reach you..."

I was able to reach her even though her dei de ros thought differently.

Sierra hugged me so tightly that her overwhelmingly large, puffy breasts were completely pressing against me.

[A week might have been a bit... Long...]

I don't know what else, I was out of breath.