Chapter 73. Mage’s Sword (3)

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter (2/7)

As he approached Philine’s Blacksmith Shop, suddenly a girl opened the door first.

“……”

He followed her inside.

He smelled old wood this time, not metal as he expected.

It didn’t look like a blacksmith’s shop, it looked like an ordinary shop.

Beautiful swords were elegantly displayed on the walls on both sides, like a jewelry store.

The owner was not at the counter.

The girl, who had approached the counter, rang the bell.

He stood watching from a corner in the back.

Ding Ding

An old man with glasses and thinning hair appeared.

“What do you want?”

The girl said,

“I’ve come to fetch the sword my teacher has asked for.”

Then, she showed him a coin with a unique pattern.

The old man took out a notebook.

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“Zion Isarell.”

When the old man heard the name, he closed the notebook without even checking it.

“You are the girl who crossed the continent with a letter of recommendation. Your teacher asked me for this favor, I remember it well.”

The old man entered the storage room.

He paid more attention when the old man mentioned a letter of recommendation.

She looked back for a moment.

Her hair straight as a ruler, her face pale, and her eyes like a cat’s, which gave her a cold appearance.

She seemed worried about him.

It was as if she did not want him to hear the old man’s words.

He acted as if the swords on display caught his attention.

The old man carefully placed the sword he brought on the counter.

“I have kept it for fifteen years. It has finally met its owner.”

The old man brought a sword with a blade that had a bluish color.

She grabbed the sword, swung it back and forth to test it and then stuck it straight into the scabbard at her waist.

Now she had two swords.

It wasn’t that unusual for someone to wield multiple swords.

“…Thank you very much. I will be back soon.”

“I hope so.”

He thought they would talk for a while, but she got right to the point.

When she left, the old man looked at him.

His turn had come.

He approached the counter, then looked back for a moment.

He planned to speak when the woman was completely gone. He had to be as careful as possible when he was masked.

The moment she pushed open the door, he showed him the ring on his finger.

“Hmm, another letter of recommendation.”

They maintained eye contact.

“……”

The old man’s thoughts were a mystery to him.

Finally, the girl came out.

“Cough.”

The old man coughed as a signal.

“Who sent you?”

“Teacher Sylverine.”

The old man lifted his glasses to look at him closely.

“She has a disciple? Especially, why did the disciple of a mage come here?”

“I don’t know how to use magic.”

He looked him up and down with a puzzled face.

“I don’t think that woman was mistaken.”

He continued,

“Are you looking for a sword?”

“Yes.”

The old man lifted the flap door of the counter.

“Come in.”

“……?”

The old man led him downstairs to where the storage room was.

The basement had a long corridor barely wide enough for two people to pass. And the walls of the corridor had exposed swords.

The old man rummaged through the swords alone, he stayed near the stairs.

“Where are you from?”

“Wiesel.”

“Since when do you train with the sword?”

He frankly said,

“Less than three months.”

He did not criticize their experience.

“Recently, some guys from the Wiesel Order of Chivalry came in. They prepare for the entrance exams. Do you know them?”

“Maybe.”

“Then tell the big guy to throw away that ugly sword.”

“……”

“He asked that I evaluate his sword. My God, I’ve never seen such a stupid sword!”

It was probably the boy he knew. He didn’t know why they came to this town, but he wasn’t planning to see them until the entrance exam.

“……”

“If you want to have a sword like that…”

He flatly said,

“I just need it to be durable.”

The old man laughed.

“Hahaha, then you’re in the right place.”

Finally, he approached him with a sword.

“Take it.”

It was a unique sword with a translucent blade like glass.

When he grabbed the hilt, the blade cracked with a crunch.

What? I didn’t do anything.

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