The Sessor To The Underworld Is A Cheat yer 17
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“Ah….”
Aaron watched everything unfold.
“Ah…!”
And all he could utter was one thing.
“Ah…!!”
It was nothing but admiration.
A young man who looked barely twenty. He had a noble appearance, but his sharpness was raw, straight from the alley.
However.
Boom!
At this moment, Aaron couldn’t see that the cksmith was a young man with a noble appearance.
Nor could he see that he was a crazy dog of Chichiron.
Nor could he see that he was the new master of Borfeo Alley.
“Aaah!”
Just a cksmith.
But a tremendously great and moving image of a cksmith.
Sweating, he swung the hammer down.
His series of actions were akin to a form of art.
To those unfamiliar, it might all look the same, but to one who had dedicated their life to the mes.
Kaaang!
Sein’s exceptional abilities were evident.
“The management is well done here.”
Aaron, forgetting his initial intent to drive Sein away, simply watched him.
“Inspiration. Get that for me, please.”
And then, as he came to his senses.
“Here you go.”
He realized he was assisting Sein as if he had be his assistant.
He had been a master craftsman for over fifty years.
Many praised his skills, while others envied his talent, causing blood to be spilled countless times.
But bing someone’s assistant was something he had never even dreamed of.
“Help me with this.”
“Well, how should I put it?”
“You can’t do that either?”
At this moment, Aaron was not ashamed of anything.
No.
“It’s as though I was born to witness this moment.”
An act of art.
And what would be born.
“You can look forward to it. I think the best thing I’ve made in this lifetime wille out this time.”
It would be another piece of art.
Aaron, who initially aimed a crossbow.
Sein, who initially broke into the door.
The two of them.
“Oh, it’s a masterpiece.”
“Thank you.”
Unknowingly, they had taken on the roles of a careless grandson and a pitiful grandfather.
“It might be tough to finish today; let’s eat. Are you hungry?”
Suddenly realizing.
Gulp.
Aaron realized he hadn’t eaten a single meal.
“I’ll bring something right away.”
Aaron soon returned to the messy workshop with a meager meal.
“Why does the food look like this?”
It had been a long time since Aaron had worked as a master craftsman.
The money he had earned in the past was long gone, and he now survived on odd jobs that came in asionally.
“Let the kids know to eat well.”
Although he vowed not to make weapons to be used in the alleys.
Aaron could tell.
“You are truly something.”
Sein was special.
You can tell a person’s life by watching them wield a hammer.
The passing of decades, something beyond oneself to dare not speak of.
“What is it. You crazy bastard.”
“Hm.”
“I can somewhat understand why they don’t provide weapons in the back alleys.”
Sein said while slurping soup.
“Well, it’s up to your inspired mind to figure it out. But keep it in mind.”
A facepletely unreadable in emotion.
“A weapon is just a weapon.”
“…!”
“How that weapon is used is the problem of those who wield it.”
Though Aaron was hungry, he remained silent.
“If you were worried about losing control over it, you shouldn’t have taken on this job. If the inspiration is truly a master craftsman….”
ng!
The empty soup bowl suddenly ttered.
Sein set it down and said.
“Look crazy, in my eyes, a true craftsman is no different from a lunatic.”
Since then, for two days straight, the forge in Aaron’s workshop never went cold.
Even after Sein left.
Whoosh!
Aaron’s furnace spewed out bright mes.
Crash!
It was the horn of Borfeo’s top cksmith.
“But I suppose this is the best I could do.”
Borfeo, a city where Aaron set foot for the first time in this life.
Here, there were items and materials that couldn’t even bepared to Chichiron.
‘But at least I’m not destitute.’
Of course, it wasn’t up to Sein’s standards, but having spent tearful times, he was grateful for this alone.
Sein’s gear had changed.
Unlike the haphazard pieces he had picked up before, there was a certain uniformity to it now, and the quality seemed unmatchedpared to before.
With limited time, this was all he could manage.
If only he had more time and proper materials, he wouldn’t have settled for this.
“At least….”
Sein tightened the sword at his waist.
-It’s mithril, even if just a bit.
The cksmith of Borfeo, Aaron, was quite a decent one.
He held a small amount of mithril, not easily found unless in thetter part of the journey.
It was mithril that was as valuable as Aaron’s life.
-Hand it over.
– Even without saying, you’re considering it. I wonder what will be born from that.
Well, it’s surely less precious than a real life.
The longsword born like that.
– Indeed…!
Aaron couldn’t help but be amazed as he looked at the longsword crafted by Sein.
– Give it a name!
Aaron urged, unable to hide his excitement, to quickly name the weapon.
– Why?
But Sein rejected Aaron’s suggestion with a single stroke.
– I’m not a mediocre cksmith who would give a name to such a shoddy item.
– Is that so…
The longsword born like that.
“I don’t know how long it willst.”
There was a greater harvest than the longsword.
cksmith, Aaron.
He was a skilled cksmith than expected, aging and declining, yet still possessing potential.
“For a while, Borpeo is the base.”
Aaron thought that if he continued to grow, he could produce disposable weapons good enough for Borpeo.
“Hey, Aaron.”
Two somewhat useful people in Borpeo.
It could be considered an unexpected harvest from Borpeo.
“Assuming they survive, of course.”
Darkness had settled in Borpeo.
Today was the promised day.
– See you here in a week.
It was the day Aaron had promised Arin.
All preparations were made.
No regrets, having done everything possible.
“Now…”
His steps forward gradually slowed.
From Noble mtl dot
“It all depends on my abilities.”
The iron mine where Ougor and Boba Demorus were defeated.
Arin was sitting there under the bright moonlight pouring down.
“You didn’t run away.”
Arin said.
“Why didn’t you run away?”
Sein chuckled at Arin like that.
*
Under the blue moonlight, a woman with ck hair.
It was such a beautiful sight that one could call it a painting.
“The more you look, the more fascinating it bes.”
It was a game that millions enjoyed.
With boundless freedom and being a single-yer game, customization was limitless.
Many skilled individuals bestowed their talents, even darker and more mysterious, upon their character in the game and boasted about it.
– Waji-Rin.
Sein also marveled at it.
“Those who y this game must be girlfriend-less.”
The impact of the global low birthrate attributed to the game was so significant that there were even those who proposedws to ban it.
The reason for such nonsensical talk was simple.
“If I post this, the views will skyrocket.”
Arin and moonlight.
The scene was so beautiful that it was unlike anything seen in countless posts from the past.
But the issue was that she was such a person.
Thud.
The fact that she might be facing a formidable foe who could end her life at any moment.
Arin stood up.
me.
It was the moment she flicked her finger.
Swoosh!
Something slipped out of Sein’s shadow and vanished into Arin’s embrace.
“Dark Assassin.”
A type of high-ranking undead.
“Even with that on me, do you think I can’t escape?”
It was what Arin had attached to Sein.
“Don’t you think I did it to protect you?”
“Do you see me as an innocent country boy?”
Sein chuckled.
“Enough of the nonsense, let’s get to the point.”
The fragment of blessing obtained by defeating Bova Demorus.
As a result, Sein suffered severe pain and a significant side effect.
And the only one who could resolve it was.
“How should I deal with this remnant of the blessing?”
For now, it was only Arin.
“You didn’t think of figuring it out on your own?”
“I tried different things, but it seemed like a waste of time.”
There was no need to stimte a stopped heart.
“Well done. If not for that, you might not be standing in front of me right now.”
“I said. Start with the main point.”
“The main point was wed from the start.”
Atmosphere.
Sigh-!
The atmosphere that stifled the air changed.
Even if it was just for a moment, the beautifully pouring moonlight and Arin’s appearance.
“…….”
It felt like a huge envoy harboring a fierce spirit.
“My main point is one. You are the Harbinger of Doom.”
“…….”
Harbinger of Doom.
A being that brought about the downfall of the ancient empire and posed a great threat to the continent of Scutari.
“And you are a Seymour.”
Sein spoke as if he would not yield.
“Seymour.”
That was Arin’s lineage.
“One of the hidden three shadows of the royal family, the only lineage in the ancient empire permitted to practice sorcery.”
Though the ancient empire had fallen, a secret that had not been revealed was now flowing from Sein’s lips.
“To those who do not know, they might just say all necromancers are the same.”
Sein casually mentioned the colossal secret.
“The way the Seymours handle the undead is unique.”
Using the leg of a Bone Spider, Arin did not control the Bone Spider directly but made its leg sprout from behind her back to manipte it.
“Thebination of a sorcerer and the undead is a special ability of the Seymour blood.”
“…I am well aware.”
That’s how Sein could deduce Arin’s true identity.
“Even in the royal family, those who know this fact are few. Should I borate more?”
Sein suggested.
“Yes.”
She tried to conceal it.
It would be better not to talk about being the viin who sought to destroy the world.
But if necessary.
“I am the Harbinger, Sein Archpald.”
She had already resolved not to shy away from revealing that.
“…That story was true.”
Arin’s eyes shook as if remembering something.
“A story about a past life.”
Just as Sein knew Arin’s secret, Arin also knew Sein’s secret.
At Arin’s words, Sain frowned as if displeased.
“If they were shadows of the pce, it was a story that could be inferred. Do you want to prove yourself?”
Sain approached Arin.
“I must have told you to stop the nonsense.”
Step by step.
Sain’s footsteps were resolute.
He had already entered Arin’s territory.
If she wished, she could easily cut Sain’s throat at any moment.
Step.