Alistair’s mansion had a strange appearance. It was a two-story building made of stone, but the outer walls were all made of one huge rock. If four 25-meter-long rock walls, polished to a mirror-like surface without the slightest irregularity on the surface, were put together to form a box, and one more rock wall was placed on top of it instead of a roof, it would look like this 凹凸.
Such a mysterious looking structure was equipped with evenly spaced small windows. If the windows were not there, you wouldn’t think of it as a residence for sure. At best, you would think it’s part of a ruin or a magical device.
“How about it? What do you think about my house?”
“As always, your tastes are really weird. It’s even more ridiculous because it’s portable.”
It seemed that this building itself was a magic tool and is portable. As expected from a divine grade blacksmith’s house, it’s amazing.
“Hmph. There is not an ounce of waste in this house. You just don’t understand that, you’re the one who is too big of a waste.”
Alistair didn’t like what Asura had to say, so she glared at Asura and spoke harshly. But Asura didn’t even talk back, he just flinched.
As I suspected, Asura is not very good at dealing with Alistair. I will not say it out loud though. I wonder what on earth happened between the two of them.
While being guided by Alistair, who had put the carriage into a special item bag, we stepped inside the house. The scene there was as mysterious as it appeared on the outside – no it’s even more mysterious.
Apparently the entire building had been turned into a workshop and there was no entrance hall at all. As soon as we stepped inside, we immediately saw a room that seemed to be Alistair’s laboratory and workshop.
However, I wouldn’t have thought that this was a laboratory and workshop if I wasn’t told beforehand. I mean, I had no idea what kind of use the room would be for from just a quick glance.
The walls and ceiling were dimly shining. Moreover, it was not a magical light. To my surprise, it turned out to be metal that was sticking to the wall like plating. The metal wall, like polished silver tableware, reflected the light from the lamps and shined brightly.
My eyes flickered, and Fran stared at the walls and ceiling while squinting. When Alistair saw this, she explained it to me like it was nothing.
“Oh, that thing. That is Mithril plating. The magical power of the outside world is the most intrusive in order to perform magically delicate work.”
“Mithril? Is it Mithril?”
It’s also a rare sight to see Fran constantly being surprised about something. But even though it’s plated, this amount of mithril? Isn’t that crazy extravagant? As expected of a divine blacksmith.
“You’re not going to be able to deal with this woman if you keep getting that surprised.”
“Shut up, you stupid demon. We’re about to have an important talk, so you’re going to go upstairs. You know where the guest room is, don’t you?”
“I know. I want you to explain what’s going on before I go.”
“How much do you remember?”
When Fran asked that, Asura snorted, placing a hand lightly on his chin. I guess that triggered something and opened his memory.
“I…… I heard from the princess that I went berserk and you used your skills to take the madness away from me and stop me from going out of control. But soon after that, I lost consciousness and found myself waking up here. I can’t tell clearly but I think the evil bastard was fighting someone or something after I passed out…”
It looks like he was protected by Mea and the others after the mad demonization was lifted and they lightly explained to him about what happened, but apparently they didn’t tell him that I lost my mind after taking the demonization skill and went out of control and started fighting Xellos Reed.
“I haven’t woken up feeling this good in a long time. Thank you.”
Asura bowed deeply. It seemed that he was really grateful for the help he received.
“But even though I just took it away, I think it will be back soon.”
“Still, even if it’s only for a few days, I’m grateful to be free from the fear of not being myself. I owe you big time for this.”
“We would only be putting ourselves in danger if we didn’t do anything.”
“I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t kill the princess and Kiara myself.”
I see. It looks like Asura still didn’t know that Kiara was dead. However, Fran has not yet been able to bring herself to explain from her own mouth. She wrinkled her brows and looked down with a look that couldn’t stand something.
“Haa….. this stupid demon! Let’s talk about it later! I’ll tell you what happened to Kiara later.”
From Alistair’s words and Fran’s demeanor, he must have understood. The emotions drained from Asura’s face. But I had to tell him this.
“It’s not your fault.”
I’d really like to tell him more about it, but I still can’t have a telepathic conversation on my own yet. However, I thought it was absolutely necessary to tell that Kiara did not die in the hands of the berserk Asura.
I don’t know what kind of relationship they had, but it sounded like they were old acquaintances.
“I’ll tell you all about that later. But you didn’t kill her. After you passed out, Kiara fought with the evil one, and the battle with the evil one got too much for her.”
“I see… I understand. Then I’ll borrow a room.”
“If you’re hungry, go to the dining room. If you tell the golem, they’ll give you something.”
Asura went up the stairs with a heavy heart. I guess the upper floor was the living space. Alistair looked away from it and looked troubled for a moment, but quickly turned to face me and Fran with a serious expression on his face.
“Now, get on with restoring master. Just the thought of leaving things as they are is enough to make me stressed.”
“Master doesn’t have to force himself to talk. More importantly, I need to repair the blade immediately. I don’t know if it’s just a matter of repairing it or more, so I’ll take a sample and analyze it. So, while adding the missing materials, I’ll be restoring it in a way that won’t be too hard on the master. Is that fine?”
Yeah, Fran is in a completely muddy state. However, there was no one who knew more about and was better at restoring weapons than Alistair. So I’ll leave it all to her.
“I’ll leave it all to you”
“…In the meantime, let’s wrap a telepathic cord around master.”
Alistair wrapped the telepathic cord around my hilt. This made it somewhat easier to talk to both of them. I’ll have to get Fran and the others to hold the string every time, though.
“Fran, put your master on that table.”
“Okay, let’s start the analysis. What about you, Fran? If you want, I can fix you a meal or something.”
“No, it’s fine. I want to watch.”
“Okay, I understand.”
Then the analysis by Alistair began. Alistair used various magic, skills, and magical tools on me on a table made of strange metal materials. What was amazing is that they were all appraisal and analysis type materials. It’s amazing that she could use that much variety of tools and still process all the received information and use it effectively.
Though if you see it from the outside, it’s so plain. After all, all she had to do was hold her hand over my half-broken sword and stay put.
I’m sure Fran will get bored with this as fast as she can. That’s what I thought, but after ten or twenty minutes, Fran was still staring at Alistair as she worked.
No signs of sleepiness, no signs of getting bored and starting to squirm around. That’s how seriously she cared for me, I guess. Maybe it’s uncalled for, but it made me a little happier. Because I realized again that I was truly loved by Fran.
One hour later. Alistair’s analysis was finally complete. Alistair muttered as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“As I thought The metal part is Oreichalcos after all.”
“It is a special metal that can only be produced by a divine blacksmith. A person without the right knowledge would only think of it as a harmonium-based alloy, but when processed with a special technique, it can be used as material for a divine sword, a divine metal.”
I’ve heard that name before in Ulmut.
“Am I made of that metal?”
“So the person who made master was a divine blacksmith?”
“Not exactly, there is a possibility that someone just got the Oreichalcos made by a divine blacksmith in some way.”
I couldn’t help but utter words of denial. Could I really be such an amazing sword made by a god-grade smith? After all, I couldn’t help but deny it because after all, if the reality and the expectations on me differed too greatly, the mental damage anyone, especially myself, would receive would be too much for me to bear.
But my denial was denied by Alistair.
“No, it would take a divine blacksmith to handle Oreichalcos so perfectly.At least the outside of master’s body would have to be handled by a divine grade blacksmith.”
“Eh? Then I’m a divine sword…?”
“That’s not really it too. There’s no inscription.”
Yes, I expected it. That’s right, just because a divine grade blacksmith made it, doesn’t mean it’s a divine sword.
“No, I don’t think it’s missing an inscription, I think it’s been scraped off.”
“You mean there was originally some kind of inscription on it, but it was erased?”
“Actually, I have a few ideas about where master came from.”