Labyrinth City Mesugaki Pawn Shop

54. Measurement (2)

It was a strange thing.

And it was also a strange request.

It wasn’t something that came to him right away, it was a problem that came around quite a bit.

The sword that was taken out of a strange box made of lead was embarrassing to be called a sword.

It was a lump of metal that weighed well over 8kg, and it was just a stick that was clumsy in the shape of a greatsword due to incomplete refining.

However, there was no objection at all to the fact that it was a demonic sword that had been wandering around the blacksmith town for some time now.

A demonic sword that the blacksmith who handles it will surely die.

It’s not the kind of thing that goes crazy or commits suicide because of the demonic nature of the sword, but a ghost story that the blacksmith who actually handles it just slowly dies.

And all the blacksmiths’ last words before they died.

[Blue light…! It’s a blue light!]

With those words, he died prematurely, and his life was short-lived.

“Huh… What kind of sword is that?”

The sword Walundre looked at contained countless grudges.

It’s not because of countless blood.

It was something that was created that way from the beginning.

In order to simply kill someone, not simply to cut the fabric, but to kill the target itself, the malice was rising.

Due to its center of gravity, Walundre lifted the greatsword with one hand, which an ordinary man would have to hold with two hands.

I tried lightly flicking it with my finger, but it didn’t seem to be much different from other metals.

The surface was bumpy, but it was simply that the previous blacksmiths hadn’t polished it.

Wolundre had actually seen several demonic swords, but none of them resembled it.

In the first place, it was in such a shape that it would be more correct to call it a club rather than a sword.

The only unusual thing is… It was a unique structure made to insert something into the center of the greatsword in a straight line, from the handle of the sword to the blade.

A hole the size of a little finger.

Walundre couldn’t even guess what to put in it, but what he was entrusted with was the appearance of the sword.

Wallundr raised his sword above the anvil and began to do his job in silence.

It wasn’t too difficult.

It is a stick, but it has a certain shape, so I just continued working, paying attention not to block the hole in the handle.

And after some time passed, Walundr, who was cooling his sword, found something he hadn’t seen before in the lead box.

Since it was under the cloth wrapped around the sword, it must have been invisible.

It was a small, long, round stick.

And when he saw it, Walundre could see that it matched the hole that ran vertically through the handle.

The same material as the sword.

It was certainly large enough to fit inside the handle.

After a moment of hesitation, Walundr picked up the stick.

There was no magic mark engraved on the sword, and there was no device or magic inside.

I don’t know if there was even a mechanical device in the hole, but there was nothing even after shining a light on it, so maybe it would be okay to put it in- I thought.

Since it was just a cold weapon, a familiar sword he had handled so far, Walundre inserted the stick into the handle.

Even after putting it in, the length remained slightly and it protruded out of the handle.

“Nothing happened…”

And then the disaster began.

In an instant, a pale blue light burst out from the hole in the handle.

The blinding light wasn’t enough to consume Walundr, it illuminated the whole of his blacksmith’s workshop.

To the point of frowning at the amount of light that is colorless in the broad daylight.

“What…!”

The words the blacksmiths said before they died suddenly passed through my head.

[Blue light…! It’s a blue light!]

I could understand why he said that.

They must have had the same curiosity and acted as Walundr.

For about 10 seconds, Walundre stared blankly at the light.

I thought it was strange, but at the same time, I felt goosebumps for some reason.

The blue light by itself was harmless, but gradually he felt his grip grow hot.

It seemed like something was going on inside, so I immediately pulled out the stick from the handle of the sword without panicking, and the light disappeared in an instant.

It was only for a moment, but the enormous heat remained in the stick and in the hand.

I removed my hand quickly and didn’t get burned, but the burning and tingling feeling left in the hand holding the stick indicated that it was no ordinary wound.

And the fishy taste and sour taste felt in the mouth.

I immediately fell off the sword and examined every part of my body, including my hands, but nothing was wrong.

I couldn’t even guess what had happened in a short time, so I poured out the contents on the floor due to the disgust rising from inside.

Because Walundr always came in empty before work, all that came out was bitter gastric juice.

Obviously strange.

Ironically, there were no scars left on his body, but a sense of incongruity that he was in a much more dangerous situation than at other times, that he might be running to his death, was engulfing his whole body.

A tingling feeling in the right hand holding the rod.

“Is it a curse?”

He didn’t know that maybe there was a magic imprint hidden in the sword that he hadn’t discovered before.

Maybe it was a structure that arises from the act of inserting a stick.

Already aware of the dangers of the magic sword, Walundr immediately took the Haeju scroll he had kept in the cupboard and tore it up.

The top-notch Haeju scrolls, which cost more than 5 gold each and were called another extra life, glowed and then disappeared, but they had no effect.

On the contrary, my senses just got worse.

“Huh?”

Thuduk, thuduk.

A nosebleed broke out and his posture collapsed in an instant.

When the blood that passed through the airways burst out again through the mouth through coughing, the whole area was covered in blood.

Anyway, it seemed that this demonic sword was not an ordinary one.

Nosebleed, the bleeding did not stop easily.

“Grandpa! What’s the matter? It was very noisy outside, but a blue light just came out from inside…”

“Do not enter!”

Cool.

He yelled at his granddaughter Eric, who was about to come in, to stop him.

She couldn’t put her granddaughter in danger unless she knew what had happened.

“Go… Go to the Magic Tower and ask for help…! Until then, no one should enter the workshop!”

As I collapsed against the wall, my vision suddenly spun.

Eric’s face became contemplative as he poked his head out of her window to check inside.

The whole area was a sea of blood caused by the blood that Walundr spat out.

He was about to kick the door open at any moment, but Walundr was reaching out with his hands outstretched toward the window.

I didn’t say anything, just let out a rough breath, but my intention was conveyed.

‘Do not come in.’

Understanding the meaning, Erik bit his lip and shouted.

“Grandpa! Be sure to hold onto your mind somehow! I’ll be back as soon as possible!”

Wolundre let out a sigh of relief when he saw Erik walking away from the window with rough steps.

And then I thought.

The rumored demon sword was the truth.

No, rather, there were deficiencies.

The magic swords are lacking enough to be expressed as demonic swords.

It is true that even the blue light and all the blacksmiths who handle it die.

Even if it’s a demonic sword, a sense of danger flowed through my entire body to the extent that even Walundr’s belief that it must be completed as long as it was commissioned was destroyed.

So it was only right to melt it down before her granddaughter returned.

I forcibly pulled my weak limbs and tried to insert the sword into the furnace.

The fire is already high enough.

A sword like this will melt away by the time her granddaughter returns.

“…This shouldn’t exist.”

I crawled for a long time to the furnace, which would normally have been reached in just five steps.

When I tried to hold on to a pole instead of a leg that didn’t move, dragged my body, grabbed a sword that had fallen on the floor and put it into the furnace-

Tak.

There was someone who lightly snatched the sword from Walundr’s hand with one hand.

“I’m sorry, but this is something that shouldn’t disappear like that. It’s hard to find an amount like this again.”

“Who are you…”

When I looked up, there was a dragon with two horns growing out of its head.

“Although it was mixed with the blood of a giant, I never dreamed that I would be staring at it for more than 10 seconds. To be honest, even if he died instantly on the spot, the dose would not be enough…”

Sweeping her black hair behind her ear, the woman lightly pushed away Walundr’s hand as it reached for her sword.

“So who told you to touch things so carelessly? I didn’t order anyone to cross the critical mass by combining the two, but for some reason, everyone was repeating the same action.”

Human greed is endless

Repeat the same mistakes.

“That sword shouldn’t exist…”

Gerreuk.

Leaving behind Walundr, which vomited her blood instead of her bitter gastric juice, the Yongin woman put her sword and small stick into her box as if nothing was wrong, and stood up.

With the box disappearing like a mirage behind her, Maria Salomea, a Yongin woman, slowly walked out of the workshop.

And outside of that, her people were staring blankly at her.

When I clapped a round of applause for those possessed by Yongan’s magical power, she shook her head as if she had just woken up, then turned around and started walking.

As if no one remembered what had happened a little while ago, one by one they started going down different paths, and it was only a matter of seconds for many people to disperse.

She was worried about the woman who ran towards the mage tower, but well, she probably wouldn’t mind since everything would be over by then.

Maria gently stroked the sleeping box in the subspace and walked out.

I visited the pawn shop, just 10 minutes ago.