Chapter: 547
The moment Inuki was inspired by Lucy Allen’s appearance, he darted out of the streets of Soul Academy.
“Master! Didn’t we already rent the forge?”
“Do you really think you can make proper weaponry there?”
Originally, Inuki planned to rent a decent street forge to make armor. The facilities were much better than he expected, and he thought it would be good enough.
However, that was only if he were to make weaponry for a promising knight. Now that he had decided to pour his whole life into creating weaponry, everything had to be perfect.
“You come here after a long time and say something like ‘give me the forge’ right away?”
One of the few blacksmiths Inuki respected scoffed when he heard that Inuki wanted to rent the forge for a few days after years of absence.
“Unlike you, who only makes weapons for those you like, I’m a merchant open all the time. It’s been a while since I’ve swung a hammer.”
“Just hand over some of this metal infused with the earth’s energy.”
What Inuki presented was what had previously been called the “magic clay” by Lucy.
Although he had given more than half of it to Lucy, he had kept the remaining portion due to an unknown intuition.
He had been pondering how to use this but gained enlightenment upon seeing Lucy. The thoughts swirling in his head could be considered a type of revelation.
“So you’re saying you want to mix this seemingly worthless clay with iron?”
“It’s not just iron. I will use Mithril.”
“…Have you gone senile?! Why would you mix such precious material with clay and waste it?!”
The blacksmith raised his voice, insisting that Inuki should just hand over the Mithril, but Inuki casually ignored him.
With a past connection, the blacksmith reluctantly accepted Inuki, who was now under the watchful gaze of his apprentice, both of them watching Inuki’s work with suspicion.
“Is that guy’s head okay? Inuki isn’t someone to mess with metal randomly.”
“He was his usual quirky self until yesterday. So it’s definite.”
“Hey, dumb apprentice! Instead of talking trash about your master, hurry up and help!”
“Yes, yes!”
Inuki watched as the Mithril melted in the ultra-high-temperature furnace he woven with fire magic.
Mithril is called the metal of miracles not only for its unique lightness and miraculous magic conductivity, but mainly because blacksmiths love this metal for its properties of fusion.
This awe-inspiring metal, clearly bestowed by the God, embraces everything.
Just as the Lord Jushin views the world equally, it equally accepts all magic and energy.
Thus, something contained within this clay would also be embraced by the Mithril.
As Inuki mixed the clay into the now crimson, molten Mithril, he became increasingly convinced that his thoughts were correct.
He didn’t know exactly what change was occurring in the Mithril, but it was clear this was the will of the magnificent entity who had given him inspiration. So now, all he had to do was hammer away.
Following the inspiration flashing in his mind.
Reflecting on the ever-present vision that wouldn’t erase.
Continuously. Continuously. Continuously.
Inuki, who had forgotten to sleep for several days while recklessly hammering away, smiled slyly as he glanced at the result he produced.
“Hey, Inuki. You’re not really calling this the end, are you?”
However, the blacksmith watching Inuki’s crafted armor frowned.
“Is there a problem?”
“There is! Have you gone senile, old man?! You want to outfit a knight going into battle with this?! Those wielding weapons are going to be scared of blood and will attack avoiding the skin!?”
To put it simply, the armor Inuki created had too many gaps. One could get a fatal injury no matter where they attacked.
“Which insane perverted noble wanted to have this armor fitted onto a prostitute?!”
“Do I look like someone who would accept such a commission?”
“No! So why are you doing this! I can’t understand what you’re thinking!”
What further irritated the blacksmith was how remarkably high the craftsmanship of the armor was despite its flaws.
It was almost so finely made, it looked as if it had been hammered out by a god himself, just not functional due to its many gaps.
Even in the dimly lit forge, the armor emitted a glow that would make even a proud blacksmith envy its beauty.
And that made him even more frustrated. To possess such incredible skill yet create an armor that left skin wide open!
“Is it because you lack Mithril!? Then I’ll give you some!”
“There’s no way that’s the problem. I still have plenty left for you.”
“No, what?”
“I paid for it with this. Oh, and if you want to see the true worth of the armor, come visit Lady Soladin’s territory in a few days. You’ll see.”
Leaving the blacksmith hollering behind him, Inuki’s next destination was the Academy street.
As soon as Nikis saw the armor Inuki made, he immediately sensed for whom it was intended.
“Is this something for the Lady Allen to wear? It’s truly beautiful, but I can’t possibly call it armor.”
“Enough with that! Make something to wear over it. You remember the measurements for the lady, right?”
“Of course I remember. Sigh. I see you’re going to be stubborn until the end. Very well. But please visit Karia and get the Red-Eyed Moth’s thread. Since the armor can’t perform its duty, I need to be cautious myself.”
The Red-Eyed Moth only appears in dungeons far to the east.
The threads of those who settled in the damp swamps are tough enough that even a sword can’t slice them and can catch flying arrows.
Finding the moth’s pupa in a rarely occurring dungeon makes it a difficult item to obtain, but if it can be used for clothing, it would perform better than any mediocre armor.
“I guess I have to tap into the reserve funds.”
Hearing Inuki’s request, Karia grimaced at the thought of acquiring such a tough item, but said she would bring it without payment since it was for Lucy.
Before even half a day had passed, Karia returned with the thread, and Nikis immediately started weaving the garment.
“I made it perfectly fitted to the lady, but it won’t hinder movement.”
“Good.”
Satisfied, Inuki nodded and immediately headed to the Allen family. He wanted to see Lucy Allen wearing his creation as soon as possible.
“She should be training inside.”
“Can you guide me? I want to deliver the armor to her personally.”
Lucy’s escort, Karl, showed a brief hesitation, but Benedict, who was behind him, heartily laughed and allowed Inuki to proceed.
Thanks to that, Inuki seized the opportunity to head straight where Lucy was training, entering through the training ground door.
And then he faced it.
The Fairy Dance Lucy was performing.
A light skip as if bouncing atop petals.
Smooth movements like flying with the wind.
Holy light glowing wherever her feet touched.
Watching the mischievous yet beautifully captivating Fairy Dance, Inuki soon realized that the sacred energy scattering around was not simply being dispersed.
The sacred energy released with Lucy’s movements had coalesced into a single spell that illuminated the land.
An area formed of the Lord Jushin’s warm sacred energy spread out, creating a stage that highlighted the fairy even more. A holy ground that dispelled the wicked darkness.
As Inuki beheld the sight of the fairy dancing, he imagined Lucy in his armor.
Dancing in her new armor, Lucy was incredibly beautiful even in Inuki’s awkward imagination.
Perhaps that was why Inuki couldn’t contain the anticipation swelling in his heart; he walked towards Lucy.
And then shouted.
That he had prepared armor just for her.
*
It’s clear that Inuki, the blacksmith, is a high-level craftsman.
It’s not just anyone who can create hidden items; only legendary blacksmiths are labeled as such.
Upon hearing that the armor crafted by that legendary figure, Inuki, was completed, I waited with a pounding heart for this armor.
What kind of item would emerge?
A fantastical knight’s armor? Traditional yet elegant would also be good.
A full plate armor vibe would also be practical, decent enough.
Ah, of course, covering the face would be problematic. Hiding my annoying smile would reduce the performance of provocation.
“This is it,”
Expecting a heavy and profound fantasy armor, I froze upon seeing the piece Inuki presented.
Several questions arose from seeing it.
Why was the armor as revealing as a swimsuit?
Wouldn’t too much skin exposure undermine its purpose as armor?
Among other thoughts circling my mind, they could all be summarized into one.
“Hey, perverted old man! Does this look like armor to you? It looks like the reeking obsession of a pervert reduced to a limp phallus! Do you want to blindly flaunt useless things just because you can’t use them?!”
Is this even armor!? It looks like if an arrow was shot, I would just have to take it to the skin!
Putting something like this on would be a story beyond the monitor!
Why does a perverted guy insist on making such armor in real life!?
“Just wear what’s underneath this, and you can layer it over. That’s the method.”
“Have you lost your mind because of lust? What if you get too excited and die of a heart attack? The world would be far more beautiful without freaks like you, but my heart would be full of disgust!”
“I understand what you’re thinking, but just try it on. Once you do, you’ll understand naturally.”
No, why is this ugly old man like this? Did he awaken to his perverted nature while making armor?
I looked at Inuki with a disgust-filled glare, but his gaze remained serious.
Ugh, I don’t know what this is. A craftsman’s face burning with their soul presents this kind of armor.
…Is there really something to it?
< I’m not sure what it is, but at least try it on. If you find nothing of value, you can toss it aside. >
‘It feels like I’m being played by some perverts, and I don’t like it.’
< I get what you’re feeling, but at least the blacksmith in front of you doesn’t seem suspect. His eyes are that of a craftsman. >
‘By that standard, the Perverted Apostle also walks around with the eyes of a craftsman.’
Sigh.
Fine. Still, since it’s something made by a great craftsman, I’ll just try it on.
I even wore a bunny girl outfit, so what’s stopping me now?
Kicking the two people out, I called Erin for help to don the new armor.
And then, I realized something.
I understood why Inuki was so obsessed with this armor.
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