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133 – Regita – 15
Kaaang—!
The transparent and elegant sound of a hammer echoes.
The soul of Sariel, who has lived wielding only one hammer for a long time, resonates. The soul-inspiring sound spreads fiercely.
Kaaang—!
Sparks are flying here and there.
The boiling heat seemed to burn the people around me any minute, but I couldn’t look away. Because the flying sparks created indescribably strong emotions.
Jekiel was also a person who fought against this world with his own mission.
Thus, even though the path they walked was different, they were able to greatly appreciate how great this uprightness was. He just watches the scene, unable to say anything.
Kaaang—!
Once. Twice. Third time.
After swinging the hammer three more times, Sariel suddenly exhaled and looked at Jekiel. How much time has passed It’s been a long time since I opened my mouth.
“Look closer.”
He did so in silence.
Things like sparks flying on my clothes would normally bother me, but right now I don’t care about those things.
A hammer dances on the elongated pure white ermethylene.
After raising the heat of the furnace one more time, Sariel slammed the ermethylene into it.
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Now it’s time to take a breather. Both Jekiel and Sariel stare at the brazier with sunken eyes, but do not talk.
On the contrary, it was the best conversation the two of them could have.
After a short break, Sariel takes out Ermethylene again and places it on the anvil. Then he started repeating the elaborate hammering.
Kang! Kang!
Even in the midst of such resounding sounds, her words are clearly heard in her ears.
“I’ve lived like this my whole life.”
I became extremely focused on that voice. It’s strange, her hands are still moving, but all she hears is her voice.
“At first, she started simply because she wanted to make something cool. I had no interest in how the things I made were used.”
The voice of the father-in-law who ruminated on the long journey he had walked was simply calm. But more profound than any other voice.
“Then one day I realized. That the weapons I made are being used so brutally. I wondered if all I had worked hard for was like that.”
“…Yes.”
Sariel’s eyes were still fixed on the ermethylene on the anvil.
“So she never held her hammer in her hand after that. Everything I make felt like filth. I felt so insignificant and pathetic. However.”
Kaang!
The sound of the hammer still resonates.
“When I saw you that day, a fire was lit in my heart. Oh, it would be fine if it was this guy. Want to I wonder if I’ll use what I’ve made for a cause. Then I think I’ll be proud too.”
Jekiel held his breath. The greatest artisan in the demon realm was doing his best only for himself.
The image of a woman who was unable to do anything due to her drunkenness disappeared at some point. There was only one person in front of her eyes who matched the two letters of artisan better than anyone else.
Pound Ermethylene, beat it, beat it again.
If the human walks and walks to reach her destination, the artisan swings her hammer again and again to reach her end.
Because she’s been like that all her life.
Because time doesn’t lie.
A belief filled only with sincerity creates a state of perfection by beating the finest ingredients.
And the moment the modeling was finally over. Ermethylene was thrown into a jar full of water.
The word complex may not be appropriate. A place bigger than a furnace was filled with water.
Cheei Iik—!
However, it emits a huge amount of smoke, and all that moisture vaporizes in an instant.
“Ermethylene… Superb ingredients. Heat it with fire, cool it with water, beat it, repeat it, repeat it, repeat it. Then the best thing is born.”
Sariel’s face, saying that, is somewhat bitter. He even looked sad.
“Maybe I want you to make my life that way. Because you warmed up my life that was heated and cooled and could not be reheated again. Maybe there is an expectation that you will make me more like a craftsman.”
“What can I do?”
“I told you.”
Pissik, Sariel burst into laughter.
“Determination to offer my heart. That belief… Use it to do a good job.”
“Yes. I am… “
Kaaang—!
The sound of a hammer more massive than ever filled the forge. Jekiel’s answer is naturally buried.
“It’s okay if you don’t listen to the answer.”
Kaaang! Kaaang!
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Now the sound of the hammer has become too loud. Except for the owner, Sariel, no one could open their mouths.
“Because I already heard the answer. I can be sure.”
Ermethylene is crushed and straightened out again. Like Sariel said, it heats up and cools down countless times.
Is it an illusion if the process of crumpling and unfolding looks like Sariel’s life?
What on earth have you achieved during these long years? Sariel still can’t answer that question, her frankly directed at herself.
If so, how many? What a great thing it would have been That meant nothing to Sariel anymore.
Kaaang—!
One hammering.
If this hammer strike gives soul, then this weapon becomes itself. And if it’s used for a cause, that’s enough.
Even if you disappear, you won’t disappear.
Ermethylene has already grown considerably compared to its initial area. It is infinitely wider, yet infinitely transparent.
Beyond white. It is as transparent as a jeweled sword.
It is thin and transparent, but above all, it gives the illusion that it looks heavy and thick… Sariel’s soul must be contained here.
“Okay, it’s done. Listen.”
Jekiel quietly looked back.
Regita nods her head, moves closer to her, and extends her hand. She carefully grabbed Sariel’s soul.
“Uh… “
Soon, an indescribable sensation wrapped around her body and Regita closed her eyes.
If you add a little bit of her exaggeration, it feels like her right arm holding her sword has been slightly extended. Rather than holding her weapon, the feeling of just giving strength to her hand.
The sweetness that clings to her as if it had been part of her hand from the beginning.
“Wow… “
As a demon dragon, she naturally began to respond to the sword.
While she wasn’t even aware of it, Regita swung her sword once involuntarily.
It’s just as fast as a sword, but it still fully preserves the heaviness of a greatsword. Regita’s golden cross pupils shine brighter than ever.
“Do you like it?”
Regita didn’t even hear that question, and my Kiel didn’t know what to say, so she hesitated for a moment.
If admiration was the only answer, it was the answer. She did not dare to evaluate.
“No answer. Don’t you like it?”
“I like it. I can’t like it any more than this. And the owner of the sword… “
Jekiel looks at Regita who is swinging her greatsword swish, swish.
“I seem to like it very much.”
How strange. It was so hard, but Sariel felt as if she was being rewarded for all her hard work with just that one word.
This was also a promise.
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Now that I have received the sword I like, I promise to walk for a greater cause.
Sariel sat down on the spot with a satisfied expression on his face.
“Now all I have to do is decide on the name of the greatsword.”
“The name… “
I think Regita will have to decide for herself. Sariel and Zekiel stared blankly at Regita.
But it was then.
“Ah… “
Regitta closes her eyes and quietly puts the sword to her forehead and meditates.
It wasn’t that either one of them was sucked into the other, but the two were clearly united.
Above her head, her broken horns began to grow again. The two looked at the scene and laughed.
The name of this sword was virtually fixed or there was no difference.
“Regitta.”
Sariel and Zekiel muttered at the same time.
Thinking her own name has been called, Regita quietly opens her eyes and turns her head towards them. However, it seemed that she realized that the name of her sword was also Regita.
“Regita… “
Regita also quietly brainstorms her name.
Gwangryong. A power strong enough to rule the demon realm by force alone. She muttered the name over and over again.
“The name of the sword is Regita. And… “
Regita, with her greatsword firmly planted on the floor, responds by gripping her handle tightly. She inhales, exhales, and Inne chuckles.
“Right. My name too. Regita.”
There was no longer a dull aura in that golden crosshair.
The dragon’s eyes were just brilliant.