Chapter 65

"Hey, you guys, what are you going to do if you just hand over your family treasures like that?"

"It's fine! Anyway, these are materials we can't even handle! If they are the materials for the masterpiece that Master is making, our ancestors would be pleased too!!"

I'm really scared that dwarves are a race that would actually do something like that.

"Hmm…."

I sighed involuntarily and looked at the materials in front of me.

-Do the materials match?

'It seems they won't even be there anymore.'

Oriharukon, adamantium, and various reagents that have been aged for a long time.

It didn't stop there; the bones of a dragon, which would serve as the main finishing material, were also provided.

'I need to make some adjustments to what I had in mind.'

If it's given, I'll use it. I decided to take this situation positively.

* * *

"I will invoke the authority of the Chief Elder! I can't give in any further!"

"Cheesy old man!"

"Ugh! Tsk tsk!"

In the end, the argument over lending the workshop ended with Golkoda's underhanded tactics.

If it's underhanded, it's underhanded, and if it's realistic, it's realistic.

"Well… how is it, Master! Does it meet your heart's desire?"

"Haha… it's really great, isn't it?"

It wasn't just empty praise; a genuine exclamation of admiration came out, befitting the title of the greatest craftsman. The items were neatly organized, and a large furnace was directly connected to the dialogue room, along with various types of anvils and hammers.

"Ahem! If it were up to me, I'd like to help Master with that finishing work…."

He trailed off and cast a greedy glance at the two swords on the anvil.

Then, as if making a decision, he shook his head vigorously.

"As a craftsman, there are principles, so I can't do that. While Master is working, we will think about it as Master suggested."

"Hmm… you can just watch, you know."

I muttered to myself as I watched him leave with a solemn tone.

-What will you do if someone steals the technique?

"Anyway, you won't understand even if you watch."

It wasn't just empty talk.

"Alright, let's get started."

I stared at the blue-hot furnace and pushed the two swords into it without hesitation.

Then I spread my hands and closed my eyes.

Whoosh!!!

At the same time, blue currents flowed out of my body, starting to form a giant magic circle in the air.

If you can't get a pheasant, a chicken will do; if you have no teeth, use your gums.

I may lack the insight to become a craftsman as great as Surt, but I can say that I am following his level in my own way.

Why couldn't I catch up with the karma accumulated in a human lifetime, even after nearly a thousand years of training?

He's not called a monster blacksmith for nothing.

'Looking at it this way, I guess I wasn't that talented after all.'

I had a fleeting thought, but I shook it off.

I can make up for what I lack in Surt's areas in other ways.

The two twin swords, now glowing with their own light, were pulled out from the blue flames. I took a short breath and picked up the hammer.

* * *

The quiet workshop.

Inside, the sound of hammering was continuous.

It felt like a long time since I had poured my full skill into making something.

Clang!! Clang!!

Every time my hammer struck the blue-hot sword, blue flowers of sparks bloomed and faded in the air.

Although they were almost complete, I unhesitatingly reheated the swords and hammered them again.

If the finishing material had only been mithril, I would have gilded specific parts and finished the work.

However, the situation changed completely due to the small amount of oriharukon, adamantium, and dragon bones that the dwarves brought as family treasures.

Organisms usually start to crumble and erode over time after a certain point of growth.

But dragon bones were different.

Dragon bones are the only trace left behind by the death of a giant life form made of mana, so they become stronger over time. After ten thousand years, their power remains intact and will never erode as long as mana is supplied.

It's a precious item, but honestly, I never thought there would be any dragon bones left on the continent.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I looked at the dragon bones, which were placed alone and solemnly, different from the other materials.

They weren't materials I couldn't handle.

A faint smile came to my face as the memory of the time surfaced.

Why did the backlash hit me when I was the one who teased Surt?

The corridor where the spirits of heroes gather is a kind of paradise created by the psychology of heroes.

It's a place where, after all their hard work, they can rest deeply, something like that. Thanks to this, Surt, who was called the god of blacksmiths, once used the power of Odin, the god of magic, to hand me a dragon bone.

Of course, to make something of high quality, that much effort is required. Surt couldn't just conjure up a dragon bone, so he had thoroughly grilled Odin, who had once manifested a small amount of dragon bone.

I could vividly recall the short mage crying and handing it over.

At the time, I was annoyed about why I had to handle something that didn't even exist, but it turned out to be a perfect turn of events.

Once I started focusing, I began to lose sight of the things around me.

All my nerves were focused on refining the two swords, and I swung the hammer as if in a state of no-self, forgetting the passage of time.

With each swing of the hammer, the two swords shone with their own unique colors more intensely.

As the blue flames shattered and disappeared, the blue and red lights etched on the sword surfaces gradually deepened, revealing their presence.

Clang!! Clang!!

The sound was much louder and clearer than the usual sound of hammering iron, shaking the entire workshop, but I didn't block my ears. Instead, I listened to each sound, confirming it, and increased my speed.

-Beautiful…

Perseus, who was silently watching my work, murmured softly, captivated by the colors emitted from the sword surfaces.

Eventually, the sword, which had been dark and blood-red, began to take on a translucent ruby hue, containing a faint light.

And in sync with this, the blue sword began to change to a sapphire color, exuding a mysterious aura like a supernova floating in the night sky.

Holding the swords that began to resonate and emit light, I completed the final assembly of the grips and pommels, then slowly placed the blades on the whetstone and began to sharpen them.

It would be nice if it were as easy as mass-producing weapons by grinding them with a machine, but given the quality of the weapons and the materials, it wouldn't be easy to scratch them with an ordinary whetstone.

Fortunately, one of the dwarves had brought out a very precious whetstone, so I managed to sharpen the blades by infusing them with mana.

Whoosh… Whoosh!!

Like a baby announcing its birth, the two swords vibrated intensely, emitting a strong flow of mana. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, which was drenched due to the endless flames of the furnace.

The workshop was almost like a sauna due to the burning furnace, but I accepted the heat without casting a single flame resistance spell.

It was a precarious task where even a slight temperature error could lead to failure.

Whoosh… Whoosh!!

As I swept my hand over the sword surfaces, which now shone red and blue, revealing their presence, the initial rough and coarse surfaces had disappeared, and a smooth texture was transmitted to my fingertips.

"Now I need to name them."

I had already decided on the names when I first saw the two swords.

"From now on, your names are Hongdan and Cheongdan."

Whoosh!!!!

Only after being named did the swords finally seem to recognize their existence, resonating wildly.

It would take time for their consciousness to fully awaken, but it meant that the consciousness embedded in the swords had instinctively accepted their names.

-Your naming sense is the worst…

I heard Perseus's tired voice from a distance, but I was overwhelmed by a strong desire to check the state of the swords.

'Check information.'

There was no reason to hold back such a desire, so I couldn't hide my anticipation and immediately reached out to the swords, using Perseus's power.

Beep!!

Name: Hongdan

Status: In the process of completion.

Form: A broad-bladed double-edged great sword.

Length: 88 cm.

Width: 6 cm.

Contractor: Dave All Round

Completion: 99.9%

Details:

- The first sword of the last masterpiece created by a great blacksmith, who poured his dying life and all his strength into it.

- The sword was repaired and completed by the great blacksmith's only disciple, who inherited his will.

- The first sword of the ultimate specs.

- The consciousness has not yet awakened, so the completion is not 100%.

- A large amount of elemental mana and spirit mana is circulating.

- It possesses the power to cut through the mortal.

- It ignores all physical resistance and cuts through.

- All effects are amplified when used with the second twin sword.

Beep!!

Name: Cheongdan

Status: In the process of completion.

Form: A broad-bladed double-edged great sword.

Length: 88 cm.

Width: 6 cm.

Contractor: Dave All Round

Completion: 99.9%

Details:

- The second sword of the ultimate specs.

- The second sword of the twin swords.

- A large amount of elemental mana and holy power is circulating.

- It possesses the power to cut through the dead.

- It cuts through everything that does not exist in the physical world.

- It destroys the power of immortality.

- It deals extremely lethal attacks to demonic beings.

- All effects are amplified when used with the first twin sword.

"…"

I lifted Hongdan and lightly slashed at the mithril anvil.

A light slash, without any strength or mana.

But.

'It cuts.'

Swoosh!

The moment the will to cut was contained, the mithril anvil, which had been touched by the blade, was cleanly sliced as if it had never been there.

The highest-quality anvil made by dwarves, which wouldn't even scratch easily with a condensed aura blade, was cut by just a swing.

"…"

-…

A brief moment of silence.

Then I lifted the blue sword, Cheongdan, and this time slashed at the air.

Ssssh!

At the same time, a sound like something being cut in the air was heard.

"Whoa…"

-What kind of sword can cut through mana just by swinging it?!

Cheongdan couldn't cut the anvil like Hongdan, but when it was swung, the mana floating in the air was completely severed, as if it had been cut off.

The power to cut through what does not exist in the material world.

Mana is a form of energy that belongs to the non-physical laws.

It seems I've created something truly monstrous.