CH 165

“I didn’t think there is a private room within archives…”

I mumble to myself as I walk down the corridor leading from the library and remember what just happened.

After that, she turned on her heel with the words, ‘That’s the way it is,’ and returned to the seat where she was sitting and started reading her book again. Seeing her demeanor, it was difficult for me to call out to her, and my enthusiasm for reading was dampened, so I decided to walk out of the library and head for the blacksmith’s shop.

In the end, I didn’t even get her name. Who was she?　But of course, there was no answer.

I looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was almost directly overhead.

It must be almost noon. It seemed like a good time.

I walked down the main street, where people and horse-drawn carriages were bustling about, and entered the blacksmith shop I had requested earlier from a back alley.

Feeling the heat and the smell of burnt charcoal enveloping my body, I called out to the Dwarf master who was sitting at the counter as before.

“Excuse me. Is the sword I requested last time ready?”

“It’s done. Here it is.” (Old Dwarf)

He took a sword from the shelf beside him and placed it on the counter.

A simple sheath made of wood and metal. A yellowish metal hilt. A leather strap wrapped around the grip. It looks simple but easy to use.

I hold the sword in my hand, adjust my grip several times as if to check the feel of the sword, then release the clasp and pull it out of the scabbard.

The sword blade, which was pulled out with a non-metallic shrieking sound, shone black in the light from the skylight and looked very beautiful.

I moved away from the counter a little and lightly shook it a few times as if to check the shape.

A whooshing sound can be heard as it cuts through the heat in the blacksmith shop.

Thank goodness. It feels like it’s been a long time since I touched a sword, but I haven’t forgotten what it feels like.

“How’s it feels? Is everything all right? If it doesn’t feel right, I’ll make adjustments.” (Old Dwarf)

“It feels fine. Actually, it’s perfect.”

I put the sword back in its scabbard and tied the string attached to the scabbard to the left side of the belt around my waist. I adjusted the position several times and actually pulled it out to check the feeling and make sure it felt right.

“If you feel like adding an attribute, bring it to me.” (Old Dwarf)

“Yes, I’ll look forward to working with you then.”

I thanked the old dwarf and left the blacksmith shop.

Now, for now, I want to see how this sword performs. Let’s go outside and look for something to cut up.

Thinking of this, I walked from the back alley to the main street and wondered for a moment if I should stop by the Adventurers’ Guild. I gave up and headed straight for the south gate, buying some fruits on the way out of town.

The sky was bright blue. High mountains in the distance. A forest about 200 meters to the left. On the right side was a rocky, rough terrain with ups and downs. Carriages and adventurers come and go along the road that runs between the forest and the wasteland.

As I pass these people, I head toward the forest, expanding the range of my magi location, and look for a fallen tree or something that might be suitable for a test cut, but I can’t find one anywhere.

Perhaps it is because this area is close to a large town, and fallen trees that can be used as fuel are quickly collected. The undergrowth in the forest has been cut and the low branches of the trees have been removed to improve visibility. It is a beautifully maintained forest. Upon closer inspection, the distance between the trees is reasonable, and the forest appears to be well managed. It would be a bad idea to cut down the trees here without permission.

With this in mind, I turn off the road and head deeper into the forest. Even without checking with [Magi Location], I could see several adventurers in the forest.