The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 93



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (93)
Meister Wiltron, one of the top three blacksmiths in Miltobern.

The gun shop he ran was quite large, living up to its reputation.

“Welcome to Meister Wiltron’s forge.”

As Damien entered, an employee approached him kindly.

Damien glanced around the store and asked the employee.

“Where is Meister Wiltron?”

“The master is working in the blacksmith shop right next door. If you would like to take a look, you can see the craftsmen at work.”

“Oh, then I’d like to take a look around.”

Damien followed the employee to the blacksmith shop next to the store.

Although I couldn’t go inside, I could see inside the blacksmith shop through the open windows and doors.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The staff member who guided Damien said to the rhythmic sound of hammers.

“Our shop sells, without a doubt, the highest quality weapons in Miltobern, all handcrafted by the artisans here.”

“Ah… … I see.”

The heat was so hot that it could be felt even outside.

The sight of them hammering the heated iron inside and then cooling it in water.

It was so intense that the word “fierce” just came out naturally.

And Damien, who was looking inside, asked.

“By the way, I heard that there is an apprentice blacksmith here named Tor-El. Where is he?”

Damien asked. But at that moment.

“Is this Thorel?”

The employee’s expression hardened.

Finally, she let out a small sigh and said.

“Tor-El was dismissed. He did something he shouldn’t have done.”

“… … Is this something you shouldn’t do?”

Damien’s eyes sank.

But she said, looking into the forge without even looking at Damien.

“He lied and said that he made the weapon that the master made.”

“… … Is that possible? There must be someone who has seen it made.”

“That’s what I mean. Well, anyway, that’s why Tor-El was fired. He was a pretty good blacksmith, but I can’t work with someone who sold his conscience.”

“……okay.”

Damien looked around the store a little more and then quickly left.

I just came here to get a general idea of ​​the situation. I’ll know the details when I meet him.

And Damian went to the place that the blacksmith he first met in Miltobern had told him about.

When we arrived at the address on the outskirts of the city.

“… … This is it.”

Damien looked at the shabby house in front of him.

The walls were covered in someone’s malicious graffiti, and rotten fruit was strewn everywhere.

“Who are you?”

“… … ?”

Then a voice is heard from behind.

A man with dark skin and brown hair looked at Damian.

He looked at him cautiously, as if instinctively wary of Damien.

Damien asked the dark-skinned man.

“Are you Thorel?”

“… … Yes, but who are you?”

“Ah… … um… … .”

What should I say to this guy in this situation?

‘I’m Damian, the captain of the 6th Corps.’

If I introduce myself like that, my identity will be confirmed, but I won’t be able to make any contact with Tor-El.

From Balfate to Miltobern.

Didn’t you travel quite a distance to meet Tor-El?

‘then…….’

This kind of thing doesn’t necessarily suit my personality, but if it helps me achieve my goal, then I’ll do it.

“Someone who knows that you have been falsely accused.”

“……what?”

For a moment, Tor-El’s eyes shook.

When I brought up something I didn’t really want to remember, of course my expression couldn’t have been good.

Damian kicked away the rotten fruit strewn in front of the door with his foot and spoke to Thorel.

“Is this enough business?”

And he pointed to the house and said.

“Let’s go in and talk.”

At those words, Tor-El simply bit his lips and looked at Damian.

* * *

“There’s a guy who came to look for Tor-El?”

“yes.”

Meister Wiltron.

He was a man so famous that he was considered one of the top three blacksmiths in Miltobern.

He took off the rough gloves he was wearing and headed into the room inside the workshop.

It was Wiltron’s secret workshop where no one but himself could enter.

Wiltron entered the workshop and saw a sword hanging on the wall.

A sword with a pure white color and a hint of purple.

The sword’s hilt was silver and had rather crude decorations, but the aura emanating from the blade swallowed up even its ordinariness.

“… … .”

Wiltron stared at the sword in silence.

The greatest masterpiece he has ever created.

A level of perfection that is incomparable to any sword ever made.

It was made by mixing in amanitas, which is said to have the highest strength, and was characterized by a subtle purple tint to the entire sword.

This masterpiece was made by refining amanitas to perfection, something that ordinary craftsmen would be unable to handle.

but…….

“… … This is mine. My masterpiece that I created.”

As if reminding himself, Wiltron simply muttered softly.

* * *

Unlike the chaos outside, the house was quite tidy.

Damian came inside, sat down, and looked at Thorel.

“Please sit down. I don’t plan on staying long.”

“But… …Who are you?”

Thorel spoke to Damian in a nervous voice.

Because of the current situation, I was almost kicked out of Miltobern.

Not everyone believed what he said.

Maybe… …I might not be able to hold the hammer anymore.

And to Thorel’s question, Damian said:

“Independent unit directly under the 6th Army Corps. This is Corporal Kion, Sergeant Damian.”

Damian spoke while showing a badge with the 6th Legion mark engraved on it. Tor-El’s eyes shook greatly at that.

“Are you a soldier?”

“Yes, but first, can I hear your story? What happened?”

He doesn’t know why the soldier came looking for him, but maybe he can help him solve this problem?

Thorel swallowed hard and began to explain what had happened.

“That is… … .”

And the story that came out of his mouth was, unfortunately, something that can happen often in this kind of environment.

“So you’re saying that you used the material, amanatium, from your master Wiltron’s workshop to complete a sword… … but your master took the sword away and said it was his own. Is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes, of course it was wrong of me to use the precious amanitaum without permission… … but it was truly a sword I had created.”

Thorel said with a desperate expression.

Damien asked him.

“Isn’t there anyone who can prove that?”

“That is… … .”

“Are you trying to tell me that you succeeded in refining amantadium without any help from an assistant?”

Damien asked back.

It may sound like an interrogation, but it is because refining amanitaum was quite difficult.

Thorel said with a small sigh.

“… … The Master helped me. I… … said I was confident in refining amantadium.”

“… … So you’re saying that he lied and said he made it himself while he was helping you?”

Nod.

For a moment, Damien was speechless.

‘Isn’t this… the positions of teacher and student completely reversed?’

furthermore.

‘The apprentice blacksmith smelts amantadium… … .’

It’s an absurd situation.

Although I don’t know much about blacksmithing, I knew how difficult amanitas was to refine.

‘This guy is completely different from the start.’

I knew you would have this kind of skill even before you came.

Damien was sure.

I’m saying you absolutely can’t miss this guy.

And then Thorel asked.

“But… … How do you know about my false accusation?”

It’s surprising that a soldier came here, but he knows his name is false.

But Damian shook his head at Thorel’s question.

“I’m sorry, but that’s a lie. I just believed what you said.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you working in the blacksmith shop before. I wouldn’t expect someone who hammers so hard to lie about something like this.”

At Damian’s words, Thorel lowered his head in despair.

I was grateful that they believed in me, but that didn’t mean the situation would get any better.

“But if you’ve been falsely accused like that, why don’t you just leave this place and go somewhere else? Is it really necessary for you to stay here?”

“… …Where else?”

Thorel’s voice became a little sharp.

Because I felt lost and helpless.

“You can’t go anywhere else and work in the blacksmith shop. Wiltron will definitely take care of it.”

Even in Miltoburn, Wiltron had already been branded as a thief of other people’s work due to his trickery.

It’s the world of conservative blacksmiths.

If the famous Wiltron’s words spread, it was obvious that wherever he went, he would be treated as a liar and a thief.

Damien asked him.

“Then why don’t you open a blacksmith shop yourself and prove your innocence? For example, by refining amanitas in front of people.”

“Hehe, thank you for your concern. Do you know how expensive amanitas is? Even a fist-sized piece of raw material is easily worth over 300 gold. If it were a commonly available material… … .”

Ugh.

Tor-El bit his lip tightly.

It is your own fault for being blinded by the beauty of the amanita for a moment and committing a mistake.

Thorel said, closing his eyes tightly.

“I appreciate your trust… but… please just go back. There’s nothing I can do right now… nothing.”

Thorel was completely resigned.

Because he didn’t have a single penny, there was nothing he could do.

But then.

“Just in case. If you were given another chance, would you consider doing it?”

“What do you mean… … .”

Tor-El asked Damian with wide eyes. Damian answered.

“Running away isn’t something you want to do anyway, Lord Tor-El. The title of lying thief isn’t glorious.”

“Of course. And… … I really didn’t lie. It was… … really wrong to refine it with amantadium that wasn’t mine.”

Before he knew it, Tor-El’s eyes were filled with tears.

How much of a great and irreversible mistake was caused by one’s own greed.

A deep regret was creeping into my bones.

Damien said to him.

“Then get ready. Let’s have a real fight.”

“That… What do you mean?”

“We will refine the amantadium once again and create a weapon. In front of everyone.”

At those words, Tor-El’s eyes shook greatly.

Is that possible?

“But Amantatium… … .”

“I’ll get the amantadium for you. Just give me a few days.”

“Excuse me, is this true?”

Tor-El asked Damian with an expression on his face that looked like he was about to jump from his seat.

Damien nodded to him.

“I have a request… Is that okay?”

“What is that… … ?”

At that moment, Tor-El swallowed his saliva.

It’s a request made on the condition that you get the amantadium.

Because I had the feeling that the request could not be light at all.

Then, Damian asked cautiously in response to Thorel’s question.

“Could you please make a window for me?”

“……yes?”