The Author's POV

Chapter 303

"It's me, but who be ye? Human?"

Malvil picked up the hammer from the ground and tried to place it on the table.

Seeing him struggle to put the hammer on the table, I moved forward and offered him a hand.

"I'll help out."

"Ah, thank ye."

"...What in the world is this hammer made out of?"

In hindsight, I probably should've thought this more thoroughly since the hammer weighed a ton.

Even with my current stats, I could barely lift it.

"Khh, what is this hammer made out of?"

"A lot o' bloody metal"

"Aren't you a blacksmith? How can you work with a hammer that you can't lift."

"...Well, it's nae mine, it's me students."

"Bounded artifact?"

"Ye."

"...no wonder."

Bounded artifacts were artifacts that could only be used by a specific user. If anyone else tried to use it, the artifact would not respond to any mana fluctuation.

As such, unless held by the true owner, it was nothing more than a piece of scrap metal. An extremely heavy one at that.

"I'll hold it by its head an' ye hold it by tha handle."

"Okay...ukk."

"Put more strength in your hips, youngster."

"Ugh, I'm trying."

After struggling for what felt like an eternity but was actually more like a little less than a minute, we finally managed to place the hammer on the table.

"...My god."

I collapsed on the ground, completely drained of energy.

Even if the artifact was a bounded one, to think that it would weigh so much in its regular state. Just how difficult was crafting it?

"...So what did you come here for?"

Malvil wiped his forehead that was filled with sweat.

Standing up, I tried to introduce my self. However, before I could do that, I was quickly cut off by him.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ren, and I'm he—"

"You're here to get an artifact, right?"

"...yeah."

It looks like he already knew my answer. He probably just asked out of formality.

"What type of artifact do you want?"

"A sword."

As I asked, my heart rate sped up a little. Most likely, I was going to get rejected. But I at least wanted to know the requirements for getting accepted.

Malvil pointed towards the front of the shop and said.

"We have plenty in our shop; you can check them."

"I already have."

"...and?"

"I'm here to have a sword crafted rather than buying one."

"Crafted?"

"Yes."

An odd look flashed Malvin's eyes.

Patting the hammer on the table, he sat down on a wooden chair and rested his elbow on the table.

"Alright, show me your move. If ye can intrigue me, I may be interested in forging ye a sword."

"That's it?"

he would craft it? Didn't that sound a little bit

my expression,

I've seen all kinds o' swordsmanships. If what ye show

"That makes more sense."

blacksmith's of the world, they had to at least have this much

Ko—! Tok—!

on the table to

remember, just because ye helped me, dinna assume that it will affect me judgment. I'm very strict when

"...Never thought you would."

"Glad ye know."

space, I rested it by the

as it hinders my movements when walking. I only took it out whenever I

lifting

show you

a regular move. Big moves can damage tha place. Whatever damage ye

"Sure..."

the room and realizing that it was filled with precious materials and artifacts, I decided to hold back on the

about what he wanted exactly,

"Huuu..."

the sword and calmed my mind. Closing my

"Ye ready?"

"I am,"

I replied.

my right foot back, I awaited Malvin's

a couple of seconds after I spoke, Malvil gave me

what ye

—Click!

out of instinct, my thumb pushed forward, and a silver streak of light

followed the silver streak

a split second, I had sheathed and

performed one movement, turning my head, I looked at Malvil, who wordlessly stared at me with his arms

"..."

"How was it?"

and nervous about his

that one strike. I felt incredibly good about

to meet his standards? I wanted to

for a brief couple more seconds before Malvil opened his mouth.

"That's it?"

"H..huh?"

me lose composure slightly as my

and almost borderline bored expression on

making me doubt myself. Was it really that bad?

I looked back at Malvil

do you mean that's

meant was, was that truly tha

"...Yes."

my main movements, it would've made no difference to

The fundamentals were there.

"I see"

up, Malvil let out a sigh before going back to the entrance of the

"Excuse me?"

"...What?"

"So, did I fail?"

"You dinna think."

disappointment flashed across

getting told outright that I didn't make the

at least

on the counter of the shop where

problem with

I

failures in

best for me

reject me again in the future. I knew that I just had to

knowledge from the novel could help

side, Malvil picked up an artifact and cleaned

out a sigh, he opened his

do this because

"Please."

I smiled happily.

went

your swordsmanship be

"A mess?"

how ta

one and repeated the same process as

eyed me from the

"Is me analysis wrong?"

"...no, you're correct."

bitterly shook my

of one of the best blacksmiths in the world. With just one glance, he was

bit o' time. I can tell from your rank that

Malvil paused.

he once again picked another one

at the artifact he put down and looking back at

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