Anne's clothes and coat, wet in the rain, we decided to keep them dry on the terrace with our clothes.
Anne, who was led to the guest room, left her things there and changed her clothes. What she's wearing now is a Deanna piece, but it looks like normal clothes. They also wear pant-type stuff underneath to make it easier to move.
"Sorry, all kinds of things"
"No."
Anne bows her head and Deanna is responding. It's supposed to be a high-so conversation between the princess and the lady, but it's even uncomfortable the other way around because the content hasn't left the world.
Like and Liddy, who were out drying their clothes on the terrace, brought Lucy back. He slept on the terrace. Do you want to be somewhere where Krull can tell?
"I'll have it."
Everyone just sat at the table lined up for lunch as usual (Lucy is waiting on the floor) and I'll have it. Anne seems surprised, too, but she was imitating us.
"We only have this to say, I'm sorry"
"No, I'm in a position to disturb you, and don't worry about it."
I was worried about whether it would fit my mouth, but it seemed like I was worried. Normally... euphemistically, I'm eating the right amount for the size of my body, so I think it's about a couple of days ahead, but don't worry.
Because it's surprisingly hard to spend a couple of days without a mesh in your mouth......
When lunch is over, go back to the blacksmith and get back to work. We have secured the iron for the two-handed sword, so everyone except Rike will be asked to go back to making sheet metal.
"Like, come here and help me."
"Absolutely."
Like grinned as she showed her unexpected strength.
Making a two-handed sword on a boulder by yourself is tough, so I need help. When I say work like this, I give them a tour, and if Rike helps me, I'll have less trouble.
Heat a mass of iron full of fire floors at all costs. Once the temperature is up, slapping it on the gold floor is no different than any other sword. But...
"That's heavy and hot..."
It was heavy by the time I took it to the fire floor, but now I'm adding heat to it as well. I'll just have to grab it at Yatco, and sometimes it feels heavier.
When I take it all the way to the gold floor, I slap it with my liqueur and breathe. I'll beat you too, but where I want you to beat me, I'll signal you with a hammer. I guess it's because both my parents worked in a blacksmith job, they immediately understood my signal and slapped me as I thought.
When the temperature drops slightly, I take it to the fire floor again and heat it up, but it's still heavy.
"One of these days I'm going to sardine my hips."
"My father hurt his back sometimes too, so be careful"
"Right..."
Watch the fire as you slap tongues and hips. The magical firebed lays iron on the red stomach and heats iron to the same color as the flame as if to digest it.
Once removed again, tap with the gold floor to extend. It's second to none around magic because it hasn't even reached its intended length yet. Anyway, now we proceed with the work with the highest priority of length.
By the side, Lucy was round on Anne's knees touring the work and Deanna was about to resent her a little. Lucy is nostalgic......
"Oh, give that kid some water, too, if you can. I'll drink it myself if I put it on this plate."
Lucy tends to get hot in a blacksmith for having fur. Have a special plate ready to rehydrate there. Sometimes it's dangerous to see how things go. If so, will you pull me into the house right away?
With that in mind, I shook down a hammer on a much longer chunk of iron.