Chapter 145. Holy water is the best for cleaning the undead.
“...It wouldn't be right to get involved in Ernesia Kingdom yet.”
Others act only on faith and doctrine, but she does not judge based on that alone.
As the head of the cult, he also assumes the role of the monarch of the country.
Of course, he has some political sensibilities.
‘First is the Empire. If we don't do Ernesia Kingdom next, it'll be too much for us.'
To extend the hand of their church to the kingdom of Ernesia.
Since this is a task that has been handed down hundreds of years ago, it is not something that can be done hastily.
For the time being, it is necessary to maintain the policy of not interfering with each other as it has been in the past.
Everything has to be done in order.
She reminded herself of that over and over again.
‘Arel Ernesia...
the saintess muttered his name to herself.
‘Isn't it better to check the face at least once apart from that? It would be good to find a suitable excuse.'
She was carefully considering not only the position of a saintess, but also a position in charge of the kingdom.
‘Everything for the sake of the doctrines and aspirations of the holy kingdom.'
Gorgeous houses (1)
After the undead crisis subsided, time passed and I celebrated the year I turned 17.
Now that he's quite tall, he's finally not pushed behind by Ashana or Seina.
It's okay, just keep growing like this.
Aside from simply getting one year older, here in Fahilia, where I rule, there are several changes that mark the start of a new year.
Various big and small things passed by, such as newly developed products and our pet Griffon who finally gave birth.
And me and my entourage were still having fun.
“Whoops!”
Aken, the dwarf blacksmith, approached me with a strangely confident smile and grabbed a dagger he had just completed! put it on the table
“This time is perfect.”
It's really disrespectful to see a child boasting to their parents about a messy picture they've just drawn.
No, in the first place, I don't have a hobby of laughing brightly with the man who was sweating from beating iron right next to the furnace until just now?
“How are you? Arel!”
One of the recent changes is that Archen has stopped calling me by my first name.
That would mean recognizing me as an employer in its own way.
Still, I wanted to be a little more polite if possible.
Even so, Asha continues to disapprove.
“Hmm, where...
But it's something that can't be ignored.
In the first place, the reason why I am facing Aken alone is to check the finished product he has made.
“where? Shall we see if our dwarves did it right this time?”
“Just watch.”
“When it goes well, it's ‘very good.' I'll even put a stamp on those muscles.” muttering, I picked up the dagger and pulled it out of the scabbard.
“Huh.... It looks plausible.”
“It’s not just the appearance. I'll let admiration come out of your mouth this time.”
Normally, this man, who would have reacted immediately if I teased him, is showing his composure this time.
Are you confident enough?
That's right,
but Aken is the only one who is confident, but the rest of Fahilia's blacksmith and his students are peeking at us from afar.
There's even a guy holding his hands together as if praying somewhere.
If you have time to pray to God, do it to me.
He lifted the blade of the dagger he drew and looked around.
I imitated the appraisal team, which somehow seemed to have something, such as looking at the sharpness of the blade and pretending to see it in the light above.
....Actually, my actions right now don't mean much.
I just want to look like I'm there, so I'm just pretending to be careful.
Because while I was going through the sword here and there.
“Hmm? Humm~ Is that right?.”
Every time I moan that doesn't make any sense.
It's strangely funny how blacksmiths flinch from afar.
It's a feeling anyway, it's already over at first sight.
An even wave-like pattern engraved on the face of the dagger.
It was a pattern unique to Damascus steel known to the public only through literature.
This is a wonderfully reproduced Damascus steel.
As I put the dagger back down, Aken leans out and asks.
“How is it?”
“How about you go to sleep and clean your face for now. You sweat.”
I whimpered and pushed Aken away.
The problem is that if only real iron is involved, this man has no self-respect.
“I think I reproduced all the methods that the four guys Arel taught me without omission. Are you still lacking?”
If I say it's not enough even as a joke here, I'm afraid I'll hit it with a hammer for some reason.
what good because I'm honest
A diligent Dwarf should be honestly praised.
Praise makes even a dwarf dance.
I clapped.
“This is great. You can say that I have reproduced the Damascus steel properly as I instructed.”
A bait set up to entice Dwarf blacksmiths, including Aken, to come to Pahilia.
The recipe for Damascus steel.
Originally, the purpose of establishing a blacksmith shop in Ernesia Kingdom was to recreate the various irons they dreamed of by coming in contact with minerals mined in various mines that were monopolized in the kingdom.
As much as they have such a goal, as soon as they set up a workshop here, they desperately clung to reproducing the recipe I handed over.
Despite the fact that I constantly entrusted work to blacksmiths due to the last war, development, and so on, they continued to smelt iron with tenacity and brought the results to me.
As a result, the quality of the Damascus steel he brought was evaluated almost once every fifteen days.
They also showed me only poor-quality results because they couldn't reproduce it properly at first, probably because the recipe I gave them was unfamiliar.
After persistent efforts, we succeeded in reproducing it to the same level as it is now.
“Honestly, I thought it would take longer, but I was a little surprised.”
Roughly, I expected it to drag on by next year.
Too bad.
I should have been more concerned.
After all, was it difficult to pick and eat mulberries with only one Damascus steel?
It seemed that he underestimated the diligence and obsession of the dwarves.
“Hey, with this, you Arel won’t be able to interfere anymore.
Isn't it?”
When I praised him honestly, Aken felt like his momentum would skyrocket.
Surely, whenever I was teased about my Damascus steel, my ego kicked up, so it wasn't usually resentful.
And every time I see him disassemble, it's very sweet!
“Then I will have to retract what I said last time.”
“What did you say last time?”
What are you talking about? I don't remember
As I tilted my head, Aken snorted.
“Didn’t Arel tell you two months ago! Who was the one who said, ‘Ehh- wasn't there a metal that dwarves can't handle?'!!”
“Hmm?.”
I quietly put my head back and recalled the memories of the past one by one.
Whenever Aken brought failed Damascus steel, I meticulously and kindly peeled them one by one.
yes it's a good memory
“I'm sure you said that.”
Ah yes I remember
Apparently last month, he teased Aken to the fullest.
“How about now? Do you think you can say the same thing this time?”
“…Arken you.”
“What is it…..
As I silently looked at it with moist eyes, Aken pushed his head back and wrinkled his eyes.
“So what!”
“Are you surprisingly delicate?”
“What nonsense are you talking about!!”
That's right, thinking of the dwarf banging the hammer while crying over something I made fun of two months ago somehow makes my heart feel salty.
We dwarves are delicate.
“Arell?...”
Oh, I thought he would really get pissed off if I teased him any longer.
“I’m sorry I underestimated your skills.
Certainly, Aken, you are a first-class blacksmith.”
It wasn't something I said to comfort him simply because he was going to lose it.
If you were an ordinary blacksmith, you wouldn't have been able to even try the Damascus steel recipe I gave you.
Of course, I combined the skills of not only the blacksmith but also the alchemist, but it is worth admitting that I reproduced it to my satisfaction in a short period of less than two years.
What matters is not Damascus steel, but his technical skills.
“Hey, if you understood, that’s fine.”
Whether he didn't expect me to readily admit it or he was embarrassed, he averted his gaze.
Hey, if you're shy there, it'll just make us feel weird.
I don't have the hobby of creating a strange atmosphere with a middle-aged dwarf, right?
Anyway, his excellent skills aren't too bad for me either.
It's not like I'm doing this troublesome thing in the first place.
“good? Alright then, shall we give you a new present as a token of acknowledging our great blacksmith?”
“hmm? what are you talking about?”
Did you think I'd end up just giving compliments? sniff!
It's my turn to feel sorry for you to regard me as such a heartless bastard.
“...What kind of nonsensical nonsense are you talking about again?”
Aken looked at my face and felt something ominous, so his shoulders trembled.
Why are you like that? Our delicate Dwarf.
Huhuhuhu I'm doing this to give you something good.
I purposely smiled suspiciously and took out a piece of metal and a wad of paper from my pocket and put it on the table.
“…What is this?”
“Voila! A new metal?.”
Clap your hands and bless him with his new gift.
congratulations. Dwarf Aken learned how to make Damascus Steel.
Now let's tackle the more difficult metals.
“You know I got a few mines that aren’t used for war, right?”
“heard. But I heard that the metal there is difficult to handle and cannot be used?”
The metal buried in the mine is extremely hard and seldom processed, so it is treated as practically useless metal.
“If it's this metal, I've been asked to touch it once before.”
“But didn’t it go well?”
Aken shut his mouth, disapprovingly.
I'm not ignoring him, but it's not unreasonable either.
The metal I brought was none other than titanium.
The mine that was considered useless was the titanium mine.
It is not a rare metal.
However, there is a strong perception that it is a metal that cannot be used by any country on the continent, including the Kingdom of Ernesia.
what if I can't process it.
It would be difficult to smelt and process titanium with their current technology.
So even though it was discovered until now, it must have been just neglected.
I know that much too.
“So, for our Archen, we brought you a way to tinker with the titanium here as well, right?”
I am a kind teacher.
It is my goal to increase his skills by increasing the challenges one by one.
Only when he can handle more metals, not just Damascus steel, but truly useful iron, can I achieve more of my dreams.
When I told him that I had brought the method for smelting and processing titanium, Aken opened his eyes wide, then wrapped his arms around his head and shook his shoulders.
“this?????? This food??????
“Why? I'm too happy to say anything?
Were you even impressed?”
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