Chapter 599: 599 Flame Shard

Kochikochi, and the sound of a modest centipede echoes in the quiet forge. The forge is pretty quiet when the fire isn't on.

Even if Helen's short sword is slightly distorted, she doesn't have to beat it too hard.

And he slaps, and pounds, and slaps again against the light of the day that is yet shining in. Little by little, the Short Sword recovers its form when it was born.

Thanks to the cheat, there are almost no marks left. Finally, I evened out the faint scar with a grinding wheel.

"Yes, how about this?"

I'll hand Helen one of the finished adjustments. Helen, who had just received it, shook her head a little bit away from me. Bun and Bun, not metaphorically, actually sounds like that.

Even the air is ripping open, and even the "I don't care" is about to happen. "If you were slashed with that momentum, it wouldn't make much sense to have a shield standing up..."

If I could prevent the slashing with my shield, I wouldn't be able to prevent the impact. It may not go as far as the boulder, but it may break and come off. At least I'll be numb and unable to use it for a while.

Almost with the strength of my arm. Helen has another weapon called Speed. It's hard to imagine how powerful that Slash could have been when it was at that speed.

That's right, you're an elephant, aren't you?

Helen, who had been waving her short sword for a while, said as she gazed at the short sword, taking a breath on her shoulder.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm not really worried about that at first." It's just for the record. "

When I checked my condition again, Helen returned with a smile. I smile bitterly. I couldn't deny that it was half-blind.

I grabbed the other one and put it on the golden floor.

"Hey, hey, hey."

Yeah?

It's a blacksmithing area where the sound of a modest centipede still resounds. Helen whispered something that I couldn't imagine from her usual loud -- I think she had a professional character.

What are you going to do with the elephants?

"Hmmm..."

As he thought about it, he glanced at Helen's eyes, which were poured on the golden floor. Did I ask you unexpectedly?

"Before I came here, I was too busy, so I wish I could live here relaxed all the time."

I'm busy, but Helen's content is totally beyond her imagination, but it's hard to imagine. I feel like something stinging and guilty pricked my chest.

"Are you trying to be great?"

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"I don't think so. I'm a blacksmith." That's more than I can handle. "

It's a quick answer.

Well, yeah.

I didn't say that because I'm still getting into enough trouble. If you become great, you are more likely to get into trouble than you are now, and I just want to refrain from that.

So you're gonna be here forever.

"I'm going to do that. I don't know what the world says, but it's easy to live here. I think it's enough to relax."

Tell you what, I put the short sword in the sunlight. Kirari, the white light shines with the blue light. I think it's almost over.

I don't think I'm gonna leave here for a reason. There are stories of fire beds and furnaces, or magic, but the most important thing is that I like it here.

That's right, I've never felt that my life was in danger, and I counted it many times in a short period of time, but it's like being in love with nature.

When you die, you won't be able to imagine it until then, but you may be close to it.

Well then......

When I put the short sword on the golden floor, Helen tried to say something in a whisper that she could barely hear.

I'll stop swinging my tongue to hear it.

That's when it happened.

Huh?

I felt a slight fever. It's a fever I'm used to. But you shouldn't feel it now. There is no fire on the fire floor or in the furnace. There should be no heat source in this forge right now.

Helen, who was about to say something, stopped on the way.

"Hey, hey, elephant..."

Perhaps this was not the word I was going to say, but the words overflowing from Helen were stunned. I turned my face towards the fire floor where I felt the heat.

And I opened my eyes unexpectedly. There was a flame on the fire floor... no, it was like a little human in a flame. The figure said.

Hello!

"Oh, hello."

Good afternoon.

A laughing voice. There was no enemy there. It was a scene to be alert, but Helen and I were totally upset and returned the greeting as usual.

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