The Immortal Genius Spearman - Chapter 97



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The Immortal Genius Spearman (97)
The people in Miltobern’s blacksmith sector had only one concern.

I wondered when the sound of the hammer, which resonated day and night, would end.

And nine days had passed since the first sound of the hammer was heard.

“Wow, it’s done!”

“It’s finally done!”

The people who had been watching with bated breath in front of Tor-El’s forge soon began to shout in all directions.

The corners of Damian’s mouth went up as he watched over Thorel all night.

Shh.

A long journey lasting 9 days.

One week of this was the time it took to refine the amanitas.

It took two hammers to break and thousands of hammer blows to refine the amanitas.

His palm was covered in calluses, but while hammering, it was torn and bleeding profusely.

“… … It’s finished, Damian.”

Thorel approached Damian with the completed spear.

Although the creative blade has not been sharpened yet, it already has a great degree of perfection in itself.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Would you like to squeeze it?”

Damian nodded at Thorel’s question and grabbed the spear.

A short, cross-shaped blade protruded from the lower part of the straight blade.

“It’s meant to be used to snatch enemy weapons. We couldn’t make it long because we didn’t have enough amantadium.”

“This is enough.”

Damien said with a bright smile.

The form of the window was exactly as Damien had requested. And moreover.

“There must have been a severe shortage of amantadium, so how did you… …create it in one piece?”

“It was made by mixing other minerals. Although amantadium has the disadvantage of being difficult to refine, it has the advantage of combining well when mixed with other minerals while maintaining its advantages.”

It felt a little heavy, but its power seemed to increase because of its weight.

Damien took a slight step back, feeling it fit snugly in his hand, and then swung his spear lightly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

An amanita spear that quickly rotates at Damian’s fingertips.

Damien quickly grabbed the window as he heard the sound of a rip through the air.

widely!

Tor-El gulped at Damian’s dazzling spear skills.

Even though he said he was a soldier, I never thought he would be so good at spearmanship.

Thorel asked.

“Do you like… … it?”

“Wow. It’s the best spear I’ve ever had.”

Damien said with a bright smile.

The spear that Tor-El created was truly amazing.

Of course, the feeling of weight, and the subtle vibrations felt when magic power is injected.

It seemed like I could swing this spear with all my might against those imperial bastards.

“Then shall we leave this window to our emotions? Now we must completely clear our names.”

“yes!”

Although Tor-El was extremely serious when working, he was quite cheerful now.

‘Now… … .’

Unlike before when he had no one on his side, doesn’t he now have someone on his side?

The moment he completed the Amanitarium Spear, Tor-El swore an oath.

He said that he would be loyal to this person as long as he did not abandon him.

“ah.”

Tor-El suddenly spoke to Damian as if something had occurred to him.

“Damian, if you don’t mind… …could you please name that window?”

“What’s the name of the spear? If it’s a name, it should be given by Tor-el. I made it myself.”

“But this is the window that Damian requested… … .”

“What does that matter? Lord Tor-El, build me one.”

“then…….”

Tor-El seemed to think for a moment.

“I’m a little embarrassed because it’s my first time naming something. When I first created this guy… …can I just name it after the feeling I got from it?”

“Of course.”

“… … It’s Leviathan.”

“Leviathan… Where have I heard of it?”

“It’s an evil dragon created by the devil Lucifer. Something… … This deep purple color looks black when viewed from a certain angle, and it looks like a devil.”

Moreover, the long, straight blade looked like a dragon with its mouth closed.

“This engraving on the center of the blade feels like an eye.”

“… … I see, now that I hear it.”

It’s an evil dragon.

The corners of Damien’s mouth went up.

Doesn’t it seem like a name that suits the path you walk?

“Leviathan… … Leviathan… … What a good name.”

Damien smiled with satisfaction, as if he liked the name. After a while, he went out with the window open and saw DL waiting in front.

“Please give me your feelings.”

“Yes. But… … Even to me, who doesn’t know much about weapons, it seems like an incredible thing.”

DL looked at the Leviathan glowing softly and expressed his sincere admiration.

Is this really an artifact made by one person’s hand?

‘I’ve seen a lot of weapons in the past… … but this is on a different level.’

DL said as he looked at Damien.

“You got a nice gift.”

“This was possible because of DL.”

“Thank you for saying so.”

DL walked towards the professional appraiser with his staff, smiling faintly.

and.

“Let’s go get something to eat. It’ll take some time for the feelings to settle down anyway.”

“……yes!”

Damian also walked with Thorel.

As Tor-El came out of the blacksmith shop, many people gathered around him and looked at him with various gazes.

Some still looked at me with contempt, as if they were looking at a criminal, while others looked at me with an apologetic look for everything that had happened up until now.

But more than that.

“… … That’s amazing.”

“Really, that amantadium… … Surely it’s not 100% pure?”

“Hey, no way… … The sword made by Wiltron was only about 80% pure.”

The strength of amanitas varies depending on how completely the impurities are removed.

Of course, even if only 50% of the impurities were removed, it would be at a level that could not be compared to ordinary steel.

Anyway, they were looking at the completed window and looking at Tor-El again.

Whatever the purity.

“… … Has a new master been born in Miltobern?”

“I never would have thought that Tor-El, who was an apprentice blacksmith… … would have such skills.”

Many people blurted out words as they watched Toriel walk away with Damian.

Whatever it was, Tor’el had become one of the most renowned blacksmiths in Miltobern.

* * *

It is a well-known fact that the Spanish kingdom has been trampled underfoot by the Empire and has become its puppet.

but…….

“Kiaren!”

Edman is the type of person who doesn’t make a fuss about simple things.

Kiaren frowned as he watched Edman come in hastily.

“what’s the matter?”

“A secret messenger has arrived from the Spanish kingdom. Please take a look at this letter.”

The letter in Edman’s hand was stained with blood.

Perhaps he was attacked by someone while sneaking out of the palace.

He took the letter from Kiaren and began to read it.

“… … These crazy kids.”

As he read the letter, Kiaren’s expression suddenly crumpled.

Soon, the hand holding the letter began to tremble.

Edman asked, swallowing hard.

“What… is going on?”

“It seems the Empire has made up its mind.”

“Is it war?”

Edman’s expression had suddenly become serious.

Weren’t there already signs of this before?

However, the other kingdoms were still intact and they were just wondering if they would start a war.

but…….

“The Kingdom of Spain has requested an emergency alliance and requested reinforcements.”

This meant that the Spanish kingdom would once again take up arms against the empire.

Even though they have already fallen once, there is one reason why they must fight again.

‘Is this a situation where if we don’t fight we will fall?’

When the empire crossed the line, it crossed it firmly.

Otherwise, how could something like this happen?

Kiaren let out a small sigh.

Then he took a piece of paper out of the drawer and began to write something down quickly.

Chomp!

“Edman, send a letter to the palace. As soon as possible.”

“All right.”

As Edman ran out, Kiaren immediately put on the uniform hanging on the hanger.

Because the moment the reply to the letter sent to the palace came, the army had to be raised immediately.

Kiaren bit her lip tightly.

“Those damn empire bastards.”

In the end, is it as simple as this?

Kiaren began to walk away hurriedly, spitting out imperial curses incessantly.

* * *

90% purity.

It had enough strength to destroy steel with a single blow without using any magic power.

“……I?”

Naturally, there was chaos all around.

The sword that was previously refined with the help of Wiltron had a purity of 80%.

But the purity of the Leviathan I made alone is 90%.

“Rather, it seems like Meister Wiltron is the one who’s getting in the way, hehehe.”

“Wh, what are you talking about!”

DL, who was holding a beer mug, let out a low laugh.

At Del’s words, Tor-El waved his hands in shock, but Damian, who was next to him, spoke.

“Let’s admit it. Honestly, isn’t Master Tor-El much better?”

“Oh, I was just lucky.”

“Yes, let’s say you were lucky. But you should know that luck also requires skill.”

Damien gulped down the beer in his glass.

At this point, with everything over, I was planning to return to my unit straight away tomorrow.

Damian said to Thorel.

“There will be a lot of guys who will be bothering you for a while. Just push them away for now, but if that doesn’t work, you can always ask Diehl for help. Diehl will solve any problems that Torel can’t solve.”

“Haa… … Are you giving me work again?”

“Why are you sighing so much when you’re going to ask your subordinates to do it anyway?”

“Do you know how busy I am right now? If there’s even one problem with the supply of the 6th Corps, that devilish Corps Commander could tear me apart.”

If you’re talking about a demonic legion commander… …I think you’re talking about Kiaren.

If it were her… …then maybe that would be possible.

Damien consoled himself and filled his glass again.

As we both drank a little, we were able to have honest conversations that we normally wouldn’t have.

Moreover, since there were three people of similar age, it felt like the shell was peeling off even faster.

“But are you leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes, I have been away from the unit for too long.”

“Isn’t that almost like a punishment? Phehehe.”

Damian nodded with an awkward smile at DL’s words.

“I’ve been away for too long. I need to hurry and go back.”

But it was worth the time investment.

I got Thorel, and also… … .

Swish.

Damien saw the Leviathan wrapped tightly in brown cloth.

‘This alone is a huge harvest.’

I had no idea that something that came to mind during a sudden battle with an imperial general would bear such good fruit.

Because I thought it was quite early when I came here.

but…….

‘Everything… is flowing a little faster than I expected.’

It seemed like maybe the plan might have to be brought forward altogether.

After spending such a pleasant time with the two of them, the next day.

“I will contact you more often in the future.”

“Thank you so much. If it weren’t for you, Damien… … my life would have been completely distorted. Damien is the savior of my life.”

Thorel spoke his mind exactly as he felt.

At that, Damien just burst out laughing.

“I’ll treat you well in the future, so don’t be too grateful. There might come a time when you’ll curse at me.”

“Absolutely not.”

Damian returned to his unit, leaving Tor-El behind with his boasts.

and.

“… … What is this atmosphere?”

Damian, who returned to the Kaion unit, looked bewildered by the tense atmosphere.

And then.

“Are you back?”

“What’s going on?”

Damian asked as he watched the approaching Leonhark.

It was because the atmosphere in the unit was very different from usual.

Leonhark said to him.

“Currently, all units of the 6th Army are ordered to stand by. It looks like the Empire… … is about to make a full-scale move.”

At those words, Damien’s eyes turned cold.

‘……already?’