Chapter 54 – Revenge Match
I went to the Dwarf blacksmith who worked in the castle and put the Stormbringer in the furnace and melted it entirely.
「Gaaaaagh! I will curse you even in death! Human Noh Oh Oh!」
“Ow. The Doppler effect.”
The last words he told me on the way were vivid, but since I don’t think I’ll ever hear this voice again, I just listened to it with one ear and let it out with the other.
No matter how much of a demonic sword he is, as long as he is made of iron, a bath in the furnace will be enough.
Stormbringer, who barely escaped the treasure house, became a cute Orihalcon ingot within an hour of escape.
“How would you like to make it?”
“Make the gauntlets first, then knuckles if you have spare materials.”
“That’s enough to make it with alloy. I’ll make it great.”
This dwarf has thick bones, so he knows exactly what the customer’s needs are.
Anyway, a week later-
The Orihalcon ingot refined in the hands of the Dwarf artisans working in the Demon Castle became a material for cemented carbide mixed with tungsten and cobalt, and was reborn as a pair of gauntlets and knuckles.
It was a demonic sword with a cheeky personality, but the name was so intriguing that I decided to slightly modify the name Stormbringer and call it Stormbringer.
A tiger leaves its skin after dying, and a demonic sword leaves its name after death.
Thanks, Stormbringer… !
***
Perhaps the Demon King was considerate of me, who had brought me on a long-term business trip for a month, so I didn’t touch anything for a week while new weapons were being made at the smithy.
Thanks to that, I rested well for a week, ate well, and played well.
In fact, there are not that many entertainments in this era, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist at all.
For example, the trading card game we played at the pub the other day, ‘Tribal Wars’, is literally a folk game that encompasses the entire continent, so if you say “Hey, go to war” To someone you’ve never seen before, you mumble, “I can’t help it.” It’s about accepting the match on the spot.
Being a demon was no exception, so whenever I had time, I wandered around looking for someone stronger as a warrior.
… Then, I was robbed by the devil’s bit deck.
It seems that smart people are also good at games.
Anyway, it was a time when I was wasting my time shutting myself in the castle of demons while enjoying my leisure time after such a long time.
Suddenly, the demon king’s daughter, Ozma, came to visit me.
“Give me a lesson.”
“Yes?”
“I know you deliberately looked after me when I fought last time at the parade ground. So this time, I hope you will fight with all your heart. I’ve become quite strong over the years.”
Saying that, Ozma reluctantly bowed her back.
I looked at Camilla next to me in embarrassment.
But she also shook her head as if she had no answer.
‘It will turn.’
Even if he asked for a fight with all his heart, no subordinate would be able to fight with his boss’s daughter with all his heart.
However, if I lose my strength moderately, I will ask for a duel again, saying that I did not understand it like today.
In other words, it is a situation that is no different from going out of business.
Then, as if reading this perplexed expression, Ozma raised her head and said to me.
“If I get hurt in sparring, my father said he wouldn’t hold you accountable. And I’m not asking you this unreasonably just out of a sense of pride. I just want to test my limits before an important event coming up.”
“What if it’s an important event?”
“It’s an exchange event between demons held once a year. There, there is a man I must defeat.”
Her eyes, burning with a strong sense of purpose, seemed to cling to her until the end, even if I said no.
In the end, it was as if the option of refusal hadn’t existed from the beginning, so I had no choice but to sigh and nod.
“Okay. Then I’ll see you at the parade ground in an hour.”
***
Unable to overcome Ozuma’s stubbornness, I changed into clothes that were easy to move in and headed to the parade ground in the courtyard of the castle.
Perhaps because it was winter, the space that would normally have been filled with soldiers was empty.
As I walked past the crowd of Death Knights who were filming a slash movie in the name of Dalian today, and walked to the center of the parade ground, Ozma and Vanessa, who seemed to have already arrived and were waiting, came into view.
I glanced over at Vanessa and asked Ozma, who was wearing a white shirt, leather jacket, and leather pants.
“Did you wait long?”
“No, I just came too. I think it’s not polite to be late for an appointment.”
Saying that, Ozma looked at Vanessa next to her. Vanessa nodded her head and handed Ozma the long stick she was holding in her hand.
It is the first type of weapon.
I was looking at it carefully because I wanted something, and Ozma put it on his waist and said.
“It’s a weapon that I recently acquired with difficulty. Even if it looks like this, it’s a guy who takes a lot of hands. I usually leave it to Vanessa to take care of it.”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t surprising since I knew from before that Vanessa, the captain of the Demon King’s bodyguard, plays the role of Ozma’s lieutenant or nanny when she is free.
This time, in reverse, Ozma asked me.
“Are the gauntlets worn on both hands the new weapons you made this time?”
“Yes. It’s called Stormbringer.”
As I said that, I showed off the white gauntlets on both hands as if I was secretly proud.
The masterpiece created by the hand of a Dwarf blacksmith just a day ago had a very solid appearance.
In fact, the hardness of tungsten carbide, which is used as an alloy material, is just below that of diamond, so it is extremely hard.
In addition, about 50% of Orihalcon, a rare metal known for its high mana compatibility, was mixed in, so of course a fraudulent item was inevitable.
The highest level of magic medium.
The gauntlet itself does not have any additional abilities, but it will not break even if an elephant steps on it.
When this fact was appealed to, Ozma rather put on a relieved expression.
“Then you don’t have to worry about getting hurt even if you pour an onslaught.”
“No, if I don’t block it by mistake, I’ll be cut?”
“Don’t be humble. I know your skills well.”
Ozuma, dismissing what I said as empty words, chuckled and grabbed the stick hanging from his waist.
… If I did this wrong, I ended up going to the nether road while sparring.
“Then let’s start sparring soon.”
“Oh, wait.”
Saying that, I stopped Ozma and asked Vanessa, who served as referee.
“How much can the parade ground be destroyed?”
Then Vanessa asked with a disgusted expression.
“Why is breaking it a prerequisite?”
“No, but there’s no such thing as a limit line. I’ll take that into consideration as much as possible.”
Then, Vanessa looked around the parade ground with a confused face.
“It doesn’t matter how much you dig as long as it’s flat. But don’t damage buildings or walls. You’ll be reprimanded by Seneca in many ways.”
OK. In other words, magic that is too powerful is forbidden.
Hearing the restrictions, I decided to face Ozma with taijutsu rather than magic in this battle.
Anyway, I had to test the performance of the Stormbringer that was just released yesterday.
In that respect, Ozma, a typical avant-garde type, would be a good practice partner.
“Sueuup…”
Take a deep and large breath.
Then, the mana spread in the air was absorbed into the body along with oxygen.
Then, mana, the power source, is supplied to the virtual magic furnace inside the body, and the mana is converted into the four elements, the most basic unit of the natural world.
Based on the element of wind that had been converted into magical energy, I activated the familiar quadra spell Whirlwind.
Medical magic, which was born to assist the movements of magicians who are weak in physical strength because they live buried in the laboratory all the time, has been transformed into great killing magic before they know it.
Well, it’s common that the design intent and actual use are different.
“…Did you come out like that?”
Unlike the last time, when I started wearing a whirlpool from the beginning, Ozma muttered that without hiding his enthusiasm.
I feel a strange sense of déjà vu at this point.
Even when we first met, it felt like the two of us were standing in this composition.
“Both of you, please prepare.”
Vanessa, who held the flag in both hands, posing as referee, raised her arms above her head.
Yet,
“Start sparring!”
At the same time as her flag swung down, Ozma pulled out the wooden stick she was carrying around her waist.
I’m still curious about the identity of that weapon.
Let’s see the sight that I’ve never seen before in this place, Ozma said with a meaningful smile.
“This is a weapon that came over from Nidavellir, the kingdom of Dwarves, far away. Nakamura, the Dwarf craftsman who created this weapon, said he only used uniquely shaped knives throughout his life.”
“…Knife?”
“Yes, this is a sword. To be precise, it is a weapon called a katana.”
Click-
What I thought was a simple wooden stick was just a handle and scabbard without blade support.
The simple-looking scabbard fell to the floor of the parade ground, and Ozuma, holding a Japanese sword with black ink like ink in both hands, muttered as he posed.
“Cry——Even the purgatory yam…!”
