Episode 122
“It’s a proposal for competition.”
“Yes that’s right.”
Nod!
As Damian put his hands together, Rexxar stroked his chin.
Almost half of them were immediately after being halved.
After Oberon was crushed by a rock that seemed to exceed several tons and disappeared, Muradin passed out and was stretched out on the floor.
Currently, only Rexxar is left who can talk to Damian, but he doesn’t look very good either.
The left arm of Rexxar, who was sitting on the floor, was hanging limp with a broken string.
“Are you okay?”
“Nothing. Something like this.”
Damian asked, and Rexxar snorted in reply.
If there hadn’t been a pact between them, one of the three might have died at any moment.
If you lose in a competition, to serve the number one person as your older brother for the rest of your life.
And to unite the three destinies for that competition.
At first glance, the contest that lasted for a thousand years could be seen as a promising promise, but in reality, it could be said to be a kind of curse implemented under the supervision of the fairy king Oberon.
It was here that they could not die and continue this tedious fight.
The Fairy King’s powerful magic, which encompasses all three races, is an ancient magic that was implemented with the souls of Muradin and Rexxar as collateral, including his immortal lifespan.
As long as they didn’t leave the forge here in Ulduir, the magic of this promise must be the kind that won’t break even when the world collapses.
In other words, they are forcing a contest with their own destiny as collateral to determine who will be the next blacksmith god after Ulduir.
He continued this foolish oath with only his pride as a field commander, transcending his ethnic identity and origin.
“By the way… what are you suggesting about the contest? If it’s your level, it’s enough to ask the same person, and even if you know the Thousand Year Oath, it has nothing to do with you.”
Cranky!
As Damian looked down with a worried expression, Rexxar used the Immortal King’s hammer as a staff to straighten his upper body.
It was not wrong.
A translucent jewel that was held in his hand like a pot lid, but despite its small size, emitted a brilliant lava-colored aura.
This < Flamelight >, also called the < Fire Dragon's Eye > for its mineral reminiscent of obsidian and the glowing enthusiasm, is an item he threw to survive from the three blacksmiths. If you know its value, even ogres will stop fighting could be replayed.
It was because the source of power was someone so powerful that a legend has it that if there is no external shock, it will burn forever.
In addition, this heroic material was an item that Damian made by turning the magic tower master himself, and it could be said that it was a high-ranking item among many heroic materials.
With this level of material, he did not have to go all the way to Ulduir’s furnace, and he could extract quality equipment from Terra’s leading forges.
It is also true that the level of Damian caught Rexxar’s eyes was that of an infant who was far behind them, and even though he could not raise the true value of the Flamelight to 100%, the level was low enough that there was no problem in using it. It was because.
In addition, it goes without saying that it is an obvious fact that Demian’s level does not have the qualifications to talk about the competition and the ability to make suggestions.
But…
“Since you look like such a rude person, you didn’t even know about Jangyu Yuseo!”
“Heeek?”
Damian caught his breath as Muradin, who had passed out, suddenly raised himself up with a scream like a oriole, and at the same time, rocks poured out on one side of the plaza exploded, revealing a muscular platinum-haired elf.
“You stupid mortal. If you had an idea, you would have made a sacrifice to the principal first and asked for his opinion.”
“Where are my things! mine!”
On the other hand, these two terrifying gnomes are back alive with survival skills comparable to those of the undead.
As if nothing had happened in the fierce battle just before, he was warming up and approaching Damian.
“Of course, I brought something for you two. Bunchi, give it to me quickly.”
“I got it, master!”
Suwook!
As Damian turned his head and said, the wad came down from his shoulder and tucked his wings into his fur.
I couldn’t figure out where such a space existed—indeed, Cumchi was hiding quite a few bags of nuts in her fur—but at first glance, it looked like something worthwhile.
One was an infinitely transparent amber-colored round crystal, and the other was a rectangular tombstone with intaglio letters emitting a faint blue light.
“These… are the tears of the World Tree?”
“How can a human being have such a precious thing as the Hamoel document of Akrishia?”
And when the eyes of Oberon and Muradin took on a different color on the object Munchchi handed over with a gun, Damian could finally feel that the atmosphere was flowing as he had originally intended.
‘done. It worked.’
Before anyone knew it, the three blacksmiths, including Rexxar, focused on the value of the goods Damian brought.
He began to wonder about the intentions of Damian, a mere human, with his eccentric nature folded.
“Why are you giving this to us humans?”
“He said he was here to make a suggestion or something.”
“proposal?”
“What suggestions?”
As Rexxar answered the question, the two blacksmiths turned their heads.
It was because of the interest he hadn’t had while fighting.
Damian is an adventurer who came to make a proposal to them rather than this ignorant orc’s pet?
Apart from Ulduir’s furnace, Damian was the only adventurer who dared to propose to them, considering the status he left his name in the history of the continent hundreds of years ago.
In the first place, it was impossible for them, who were the heads of the Orcs, Elves and Dwarves, to gather in one place like this in Arcia.
In addition, the possibility that they were all blacksmiths was because it was impossible to look at the entire history of the continent.
“
“Tubalkain Büland Vulcanus… The three blacksmiths here are recognized by everyone as the best field masters of their race and are masters who have left legendary names on the continent. Is that correct?”
“That’s right.”
“And it’s also true that they’ve been competing for over a thousand years to see who is the best blacksmith.”
“Yes.”
“Then… why don’t I make that bet for you?”
“…bet?”
“yes. A bet that could put an end to this boring competition, for example.”
Fuck!
Before long, Damian began to smile at the three blacksmiths.
It was a smile that seemed meaningful.
* * *
The Thousand Year Oath.
A competition between the best blacksmiths of the race that takes place in the residence of the blacksmith god.
Formed under the magic of the Fairy King Oberon, this tedious and long fight has not been resolved until now, hundreds of years later.
It was a result that made me wonder a little when I thought of the years that had passed.
Even after the world changes and humans build numerous countries on the continent, even when the three races have been fighting each other for hundreds of years, even after abandoning their status and life and touring the continent and becoming a legendary blacksmith.
They had no intention of escaping from this place unless the heaven and earth were overturned by the repeated Shinma War.
It was a matter of soul that surpassed his pride as a craftsman.
A blacksmith’s soul to leave the tribe and become the best on the continent.
But even they didn’t know that it would be 100 years, 200 years, and hundreds of years.
This is because it has not yet been decided who is the best.
By the way…
“This crazy!!!”
“Who are you to decide that!!!”
Koo-goo-goo-goo!
The three blacksmiths couldn’t help but turn up their heat to the point where they forgot even the hero-level item they had just been handed over to the suggestion from the blue-eyed guy who didn’t even know the fundamentals.
It was a natural anger.
It wasn’t enough that they downgraded the thousand-year oath that they poured their souls into with all their heart and mind into a mere bet, and because I didn’t even know the subject matter as if it were anything, I would do the judgment on behalf of them.
To them, who had been immersed in the competition while giving up things that were unimaginable to the people in front of them, it was as absurd as it sounds.
“Isn’t it strange? That we have been fighting for hundreds of years and still haven’t come to a decision?”
“…!”
Pop!
Until, out of nowhere, the human’s words fell like lightning over the top of their heads.
“As far as I know, the three of them each created a work over a year and then scored each other and summed it up. Is that correct?”
“Yes!!”
“What does that mean?!”
As the three blacksmiths opened their eyes, Damian smiled and smiled.
It was a shameless face that could not be calm and weak.
Muradin and the other three blacksmiths had a corner where they seemed to be able to crush the opponent with just that energy.
Rather, even in such a life-threatening situation, Damian internally raised his mana to the maximum, while consistently maintaining a thick face and passing the eyes of the blacksmiths.
It was as if he would kill him if he wanted to kill him.
But…
“That’s the problem.”
Remembrance!
As Damian raised his index finger as if emphasizing the three blacksmiths, the eyes of the three blacksmiths turned to his fingers as if they had promised.
It was their common idea to kill after hearing the story, even if killing them.
“In the first place, we are competing with each other, but we evaluate each other’s products? Do you think that makes sense? This is a very big problem. It is a very subjective evaluation itself. Each person has different criteria and eyes for evaluation, so how can the evaluation be fair?”
“That’s…”
“It’s not fair if it’s extremely practical and gets a low score, and it’s just beautiful and gets a high score. That’s intolerant. It is not objective at all.”
“….”
“Isn’t it possible that the most excellent weapon in the world can be astonishingly destructive, and the overall performance that achieves it can be harmonious? Of course, I’m just an ignorant person who doesn’t know the tiniest bit about metallurgy, but I know this one thing. That fairness can never be subjective.”
When Damian finished speaking, the mouths of the three blacksmiths fell silent.
It was the same thing, knowing what I meant.
The law of competition that they established at the same time as they made a thousand-year oath.
Obviously, after making each other’s works over a year, they used to score each other’s works by evaluating each other’s work.
It was a method they had adhered to ever since they entered Ulduir’s forge.
For example, if the theme of this year is a sword, make that sword for one year and score 20 points out of 10+10.
And it was repeated for a total of 1,000 years, and the person who got the highest score in the 1000 contests won the contest.
It was a scoring method that was considered very reasonable among them.
It was because these terrible single-minded people basically couldn’t trust anyone other than themselves, and even if they did, there would be no one to judge them with for a thousand years.
But what if it was wrong from the start, so it was an unfair law of the kind that couldn’t be established in the first place?
“…Such a fucking foot.”
Before long, the faces of the three blacksmiths began to contort.
