No longer looking at the man run away, the woman with the eyepatch quickly turned around and walked back inside the building. She was probably in her mid-thirties. Her black hair was tied loosely and she didn’t have makeup on, but nevertheless, she is a beautiful woman with a chiseled face.
“I wondered if she is blacksmith Zeta. I had heard that she was a woman, but I thought she was much older.”
“Maybe it’s her daughter?”
Having such conversation, we went to the building. The woman who was sitting in the chair in a bad mood looked at us and snorted.
“What’s the matter this time? You guys look like to be adventurers, but this isn’t the place for little girls and a baby like you.”
“Are you Zeta, the blacksmith?”
Ignoring the other person’s words, Fana asked.
“……So what if I am?”
“I want you to create a sword for me.”
Fana answered bluntly.
“Hah!, there are a lot of reasonably skilled blacksmiths in this city. I think you should go ask them instead. That’s enough for you.”
“What I want is a mithril sword.”
“……Listen to what people say. When it comes to mithril, it’s even more unsuitable for a youngster like you.”
Zeta spoke with a fed up look on her face, but Fana continued without care.
“I was introduced here by the Adventurer’s Guild.”
“From the guild? A little girl like you?”
“Right. I’m an A-rank adventurer too.”
“……Hmm. I see, I think you do have the minimum ability to hold a Mithril sword.”
Zeta slowly gets up from her chair.
“But that alone is not enough for me to judge…… Come to the back. I’ll see if you’re up to the task.”
Zeta picks up a sword that was placed nearby and walks out of the back door of the workshop. We followed behind. On the way there, Fana tried to give me to Anje, but Anje refused, saying,
“Why do I have to hold him? He can stand normally.”
I had no choice but to forcibly jump over to her and hug her big breasts.
“Hey!?”
“Babu?”
Then we came to a place that looked like a vacant lot. Zeta, who was waiting there, is confronted by Fana.
“A battle?”
“Yes, that’s right. Don’t think I’m just a blacksmith. Even though I look like this, in order to obtain the necessary forging materials, I have dived into that dungeon many times by myself. I won’t lose to adventurers.”
Zeta pulls her sword out of its scabbard.
“Hn.”
Fana also drew her two swords in response.
“Huh…… This guy is….…”
Zeta gasps at the sight. I’m not sure what she is thinking, but she silently observed Fana intently for a while.
“Hmm, looks like it wasn’t a bluff.”
She snorted as she sheathed her sword.
“Ah? Aren’t we going fight?”
“Oh, you don’t need that. You deserve the sword I struck.”
It seems that she recognized Fana’s ability without a fight. She turned back and walked inside the workshop. Back at the workshop, Zeta showed us the Mithril that had been refined.
“This is Mithril. It’s the ore I got in the dungeon. It has been smelted and refined repeatedly to make it as pure as possible. I use this one to strike a sword.”
As confident as she is, her mithril is giving off a not-so-bad brilliance. However, the purity of the original Mithril ore was not so high, so it was not a bad stop.
“I want you to use this.”
Saying that, Fana handed out a high purity mithril ore. The moment Zeta saw it, the color of her eyes changed.
“What!? Oi,oi,oi what a pure mithril ore this is!? I can tell just by looking at it! Where the hell did you get it!?”
“Dungeon”
“In what floor of the dungeon!? I can’t get such stuff on the 30th floor which I often go to!”
“Sixtieth floor”
“Huh? ……S-si-sixtieth floor you say?! By any chance, did you guys dive down there and pick it up yourself!?”
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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