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Chapter 52: The Demon Sword Again

The sun had already set when Lutz and Claudia returned home.

However, Lutz said without hesitation.

“I will start making swords from now on.”

Claudia’s eyes widened in surprise and astonishment.

He stayed up all night and just completed a single sword, albeit a failure. He was taken straight to the castle and returned again. So it would be unreasonable for him to try to make another sword.

“Lutz-kun, at least eat dinner and get a good night’s sleep, and then we’ll see.”

“Maybe Clau is right. It’s more efficient to rest. But, but, but, I don’t want to quench the passion that’s burning inside me. I feel like I won’t be able to create a masterpiece if I miss this moment.”

“Hmm…”

“I’m sorry for worrying you. After this is over, I’ll sleep for about three days straight.”

With that, Lutz ran to the forge and shut himself in.

“What a pain in the ass.”

Claudia sighed as she spoke to the donkey and stroked its throat. The donkey also seemed stunned and unable to say anything.

The sound of hammering echoes through the forge at midnight. Strong, intense, rhythmic. It seemed to strike with frustration, but never in a messy way.

It bothered me.

They talk big about peace, but in the end, they are just forcing a 13-year-old girl to clean up the mess of a war started by a bunch of idiots.

I don’t like knights and nobles who look down on people because of their position and status and take it for granted.

And I am most uncomfortable with my own inadequacy in causing the princess to feel insecure.

……If it’s a great sword, I’ll do it no matter what. A sword that can destroy anything and everything that is unreasonable in this world!

The force with which the steel is struck becomes stronger and stronger. My concentration increased, and I could clearly see each spark flying.

Hit it, turn it over, heat it up and hit it again.

I had a hunch that a good sword would be made. But it was not enough, it had to be the best and strongest sword.

Impurities are thrown away, and steel is folded into tens of thousands of layers.

It was past noon when the hammering finally stopped.

As he put down the sword, Lutz’s vision wobbled.

“Oh, oh…?”

He spun around and found himself looking up at the sooty ceiling. He would rather have stretched his limbs out, but the cramped space prevented him from doing so.

“Well, I’ve narrowed it down…”

He put all of his energy and strength into it. He was so exhausted that he could hardly move a finger, but in his heart, he felt satisfied that he had done it.

A shadow covered Lutz. Claudia was peering into Lutz’s face from above. It was an expression that was half worried and half flabbergasted.

“Lutz-kun, how is the sword making going?”

“I think I can do something to the extent of wiping a girl’s tears.”

“It’s wonderful. It’s a very difficult thing to do in this world.”

Anyway, Claudia woke up Lutz and lent him her shoulder to lead him to the bed to sleep.

Lutz is tired, but only his mouth moves.

“Don’t you feel like a king in a large bed?”

“It’s lonely, isn’t it, being king?”

After throwing Lutz’s body on the bed, he began to sleep.

“You’re a real pain in the ass…..”

Claudia crawled into bed even though she wasn’t sleepy and lay down next to Lutz.

He was sweaty and dusty, with shaggy hair and even a stubble beard. Claudia was never tired of staring at the man’s face.

Three days was an exaggeration, but Lutz slept all day long.

“…Good morning-chan”

Claudia forcibly took Lutz, who was still half asleep, to the living room and offered him warm soup and beer.

“I don’t really have an appetite…”

But when he finally took a bite, he began to eat at a furious pace and ended up devouring five bowls of the dish.

Sleep again, get up, go to the river and bathe. Autumn has deepened, and there are signs of winter, and it’s a little chilly.

When I returned home, I ate another meal, performed the good friendship ritual, and dressed in my washed blacksmithing attire, I finally had my energy and strength back in full force.

“Come on, let’s go finish it.”

From this point on, it’s a delicate process. You can’t make a good thing just by throwing impulses at it.

To create a difference in temperature through the blade, kneaded clay is placed on the blade. When it is heated strongly in the furnace, and when the heat spreads sufficiently, it is immersed in water to cool it down at once.

Even without saying that it was a curved sword, it warped quite a lot. Everything about it is the exact opposite of the Demon Wailing Sword.

After quenching and confirming that there were no cracks, the final polishing began. Slide it back and forth on the wet sandstone. It was long and heavy. It put a lot of strain on his arms, but Lutz did not find it hard.

He did not feel tired. It was as if power was flowing from the sword.

Change to a fine whetstone and rub again. After changing the whetstone over and over again, he finally finished sharpening.

Lutz attached a plain wooden scabbard to the sword, assuming that the full-fledged hilt and scabbard would be forced onto Patrick.

Now, at last, my work is done.

I let out a sigh of relief as I checked the sword. The length of the blade is 30% longer and three times heavier than usual. It was doubtful that he could even swing it properly.

…… That’s a sword for idiots to use.

Lutz walked out with a gut-wrenching impression..

There was no wind and the air was lukewarm. Lutz pulled the sword out of its scabbard and swung it wide as the setting sun illuminated his profile.

It’s heavy, but it is also very powerful. This is the kind of thing that, whether the opponent is a knight or a king, if it were right in front of you, you would surely be able to crack its head open.

“Hmph!”

It was a powerful flash that blew away all the anger and frustration I had until now. His stomping foot dug into the dirt a little

If you swing the sword all the way out, you may cut your own leg off, and your movement will be futile. It is necessary to swing the sword and stop it just in time.

Lutz stopped his hand slightly above the navel. A sharp pain shot through both arms as they caught the impact of the powerful sword.

This can only be used by those who have undergone special training. Even Ricardo and Jocel would not be able to do it. Gerhard would be able to use it just barely.

I have a feeling that that old man would rather be pissed off and try to use it.

It’s impossible for me, I should have concluded that, but for some reason I was swinging again.

…… No, really, what am I doing?

I don’t know, but I felt like I could go at least one more time as power flowed from my hands gripping the sword to my entire body.

An even sharper blow than before. It seemed that I could hear the sound of the earth rumbling. Pain runs through his arms, but his strength also springs up.

One more time, just one more time. Lutz raised his sword as if possessed.

When Claudia, who sensed the incident, went outside, there was Lutz single-mindedly swinging a sword that clearly did not match his stature.

“Hey, Lutz-kun!”

At Claudia’s shout, Lutz’s movement stopped dead in its tracks. He turned around with a dumbfounded look on his face to see what was going on.

“What is it, you suddenly started shouting ……?”

In the next moment, intense pain ran through both of Lutz’s arms.

“Urghhh!”

Was it the craftsman’s willpower that he didn’t drop the sword here? With trembling hands, he sheathed the sword and put it on the ground.

Claudia immediately rushed over.

“We still have some leftover water, let’s cool it down with that.”

“Yes, please.”

“Can you walk on your own? Shall I lend you my shoulder again?”

“My legs are decent. It’s a little harder to touch my arms.”

In that case, Claudia decided to hold the sword.

“Wow, ouch! You were swinging something like this!?”

“Somehow, I feel like I can do it.”

“You are so light in your reactions when both of your arms could have been shattered and your life as a blacksmith cut short!”

“… It’s similar to when I made camellia.”

“Oh, ……, that’s the thing.”

They had once tried to self-mutilate themselves when the camellia had not yet been named, fascinated by its beauty. Since she remembered it, she couldn’t blame Lutz too much.

When he holds the sword, he is filled with power, but where that power comes from is himself. It is a very troublesome thing that opens the door to the limit on its own.

“So, you’re okay with giving that as a gift?”

Claudia asked while handing a wet cloth to Lutz.

“It doesn’t grant enchantment magic, and it wouldn’t be as bad as Tsubaki. It’s the sword of the sun, so it’s no wonder the charm is so great. It’s the other side that wanted it.”

“That’s right. Let’s leave the rest to the two of them, the decoration and the enchantment magic.”

Okay,” they nodded to each other. I don’t know the rest anymore.

The pain in my arm has also subsided. At this rate, it will be back to normal in a few days.

Lutz was relieved and looked up at the ceiling with a smile.

“We did a good job, and I’m happy with that.”

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