"Yeah! I'm finally done finishing! I think Mr. Richt would be satisfied with this too!
"You did it. I can't believe this is taking so long... it's a material I've never seen, and I don't even know how much it's worth."
Larca and Cain, the Dragonman's sisters and brothers, were desperately sweating in the workplace.
The weapons Richt gave to the two of them are surprisingly difficult to process and require a very distracting task.
I've spent quite a bit of time getting to this stage.
"After all, maybe he was a really great guy. I had all that intimidation at first, and there was no indication that I was angry at all..."
"I guess there's room for that. Well, if you had all that ability, it would be obvious."
Larca squeals the word to zero as she brings the weapon she can to the sun.
The dazzling light scratching through the gaps in the weapon and hitting his face was making him feel something called the end of the work.
"Anyway, it's good to be here in time for Mr. Richter... I can't be alarmed because he hasn't been here for the time being"
"Right, Sister Larca. I have to give back my gratitude, but not when I'm here."
Cain swings lightly in the air when he receives the weapon from Larca.
It is possible to feel the sharpness of this weapon, even with these few seconds of movement alone.
Light - and sharp.
Whether it's a building or the ground, it'll run out of spa like tofu.
It was a substitute that could never be priced.
"Speaking of which, I hear humans have been wandering around here lately... you know? I don't know what the purpose is, and I was wondering if I could ignore it?
"The humans? If you're after this weapon, I'm pretty sure it's a bandit or something, but you tell everyone?