Anagin Chronicles Chapter 125

Chapter 125. New Tool (2)

While Anagin was beating down Hippones in the Kingdom of Arcadia,

Grumbal at Chiron Tower was also carrying out his commission.

The repair and enhancent of the four magical tools Anagin had entrusted to him—the Giant’s Bed, the Infinite-Length Magic Rope, the self-repairing cloak, and the Interspatial Bag.

To be honest, it wasn’t an easy task.

To begin with, blacksmithing itself was already difficult and demanding, and working with magical tools was several tis harder.

Magic might seem like a convenient power at a glance, but in reality, it was a double-edged sword that could endanger even its user.

There was a reason Grumbal didn’t readily accept requests involving magical tools.

As a dwarf who had nothing but his own body and skill, he had no choice but to be cautious. If he got injured while working, who would take responsibility?

It was the bare minimum of self-defense to protect his safety and his worth.

Even so, Grumbal accepted Anagin’s request.

Part of it was because Anagin had brought a large amount of Orichalcum and a bronze statue, but more than that, the attitude he had shown while trying to save the kid Pais had been quite sothing.

A kind of recklessness rarely seen even in Chiron Tower, which prided itself on raising heroes.

It was a bit embarrassing to admit at his age, but Grumbal didn’t entirely dislike that recklessness.

So he accepted Anagin’s request. In hindsight, it had been an impulsive decision driven by his mood, but regardless, he intended to see the job through properly.

A dwarf who lived by his reputation had to complete the commission.

Grumbal worked through the magical tools one by one.

He repaired and reinforced the cracked Giant’s Bed by fusing it with a fortress gate shield finished with Orichalcum.

He overlaid the self-repairing cloak with harpy flesh and embedded feathers into it.

He strengthened the Infinite-Length Magic Rope by mixing in bronze.

And finally, he began working on the Interspatial Bag.

There was a reason he saved the Interspatial Bag for last.

It was the most dangerous and the most difficult.

At first glance, it seed like it would be the easiest—but in reality, it was anything but.

Unlike the Giant’s Bed, the rope, or the cloak, the Interspatial Bag required no less than three magical tools.

The self-repairing cloak used one magical tool with two materials—harpy flesh and feathers—and the rope used one magical tool with a single material, bronze.

The Giant’s Bed at least used two magical tools as materials, but that still couldn’t compare to the Interspatial Bag, which required three.

Adding one more magical tool wasn’t just like adding one more material.

Each magical tool had its own will, and the boar hide and the interspatial cloak that would go into the Interspatial Bag were particularly strong in that regard.

The boar hide carried a deep hatred for humans, while the interspatial cloak had a strong enough sense of self to like or dislike its owner.

Combining things like that into one was bound to cause trendous resistance.

Even so, a promise was a promise.

Despite the considerable risk, Grumbal carefully began the work.

And then.

Spectacularly.

He failed.

* * *

Grumbal’s attempt to enhance the Interspatial Bag using Paia’s boar hide and the interspatial cloak had, at first, been a spectacular success.

Just as Anagin had requested, when he overlaid the bag with the boar hide and the interspatial cloak, the Interspatial Bag transford into a boar and began moving on its own, possessing a will.

The problem was that its will had beco far too strong.

At the mont Grumbal tried to subdue the Interspatial Boar and finish the work, it woke up without permission and transford into a massive boar.

Kweeeeiik—!

The transford Interspatial Boar went berserk, rampaging as if it would destroy everything around it before anyone could stop it.

‘This is exactly why I didn’t want to make a beast-type magical tool!’

Grumbal grumbled as the situation he had feared ca to pass.

But that also ant he had expected it.

And if you expect sothing, you prepare for it.

Grumbal struck his anvil with a hamr, controlling the chains hanging from the blacksmith’s ceiling to instantly bind the Interspatial Boar.

The chains moved like living snakes and successfully restrained it.

The problem was that the boar was far more vicious than expected.

Bound in chains, the boar seed to calm down as if its strength had drained—then suddenly began chewing on the scattered hamrs, anvils, weapons, and even the stones on the ground.

Like a ravenous monster possessed by insatiable hunger.

The more the Interspatial Boar ate, the heavier it beca, until eventually, the chains binding it snapped.

Clang! Clang!

After that, there was no need to explain.

Freed from the chains, the boar rampaged wildly across the fifth floor of Chiron Tower, tearing through everything in its path.

‘What the hell did they do to make it this damn vicious—!’

‘Master! You need to get out of here!!’

His disciple quickly pulled Grumbal away from the raging boar.

Thanks to that, Grumbal avoided injury—but the fifth floor did not.

With its massive size and crushing weight, the Interspatial Boar itself was a weapon.

Every ti it charged, the surroundings were instantly destroyed, reduced to wreckage.

The guards of Chiron Tower and several disciples tried to subdue the boar, but it wasn’t easy.

The Interspatial Bag that ford its base was absurdly durable, so ordinary attacks had no effect.

Even when they stabbed with spears or shot arrows, they couldn’t pierce its hide—it only deflected them.

Not only that, the Interspatial Boar opened its greedy maw, chewed up the weapons used against it, swallowed them, and then spat them back out in retaliation.

‘You insane pig bastard!!’

‘Don’t group up! Spread out!’

‘It’s charging again!!’

A disaster out of nowhere.

But this was Chiron Tower. Though there was brief chaos from the sudden incident, it didn’t escalate beyond that.

Not long after the boar began rampaging, high-ranking disciples training at the tower appeared and began subduing it.

Even if they couldn’t destroy it, there were plenty of ways to restrict its movents.

Kweeeeeeiik......!

Under the blessings and coordination of the disciples, the Interspatial Boar was gradually being subdued.

But perhaps because it resembled its owner, it was more insane than expected.

Just as it seed it would finally be subdued, it gathered its last strength and slamd straight into a wall.

Boom—!

Breaking through the outer wall of Chiron Tower, the boar escaped outside.

From the height of the fifth floor.

Calling it the fifth floor didn’t do it justice—Chiron Tower’s fifth floor was dozens of tis higher than a normal building.

A fall that should have shattered its body into pieces.

And yet, the Interspatial Boar stood up completely unhard.

It had the sa durability as Anagin’s Interspatial Bag, which had endured his rough handling without issue.

Naturally, once the Chiron Tower personnel confird the boar was still intact, they rushed out to subdue it. If necessary, they were even prepared to destroy it.

If that savage boar escaped and caused harm to civilians, what then?

The reputation of Chiron Tower would plumt.

So it had to be stopped before that happened. The problem was.......

Ptooey!!

As people rushed out from Chiron Tower, the Interspatial Boar spat out the contents it had swallowed once more.

Chunks of stone, anvils, work hamrs, and weapons it had chewed up all ca flying out at once, striking everyone within range.

As expected of those from Chiron Tower, no one suffered serious injuries, but it was enough to slow them down.

Taking advantage of that opening, the Interspatial Boar tried to escape.

It hadn’t forgotten how close it had co to being subdued.

It had no intention of taking unnecessary risks.

Just as the Interspatial Boar turned its head to flee away from Chiron Tower, its eyes t soone running toward it from afar.

Holding the Beast Devourer in one hand, running with a grin.......

It was Anagin.

“Pairoooon!!!”

* * *

The mont he saw the boar that had burst out of Chiron Tower, Anagin was certain it was the Interspatial Bag he had entrusted.

Maybe because it was sothing he had used himself—he could tell at a glance.

‘But why did it fall?’

He couldn’t know the exact circumstances without seeing it, but he figured it had probably been rampaging and ended up falling.

Otherwise, there was no reason for it to break through a perfectly fine wall and fall from that height.

The fact that it spat out stones and weapons the mont the Chiron Tower guards ca out supported that.

At the very least, it wasn’t in a situation where it was happily playing around.

“Brother, where are you going?”

“To catch that thing.”

Anagin gave a short answer to Sphinx’s question, then drew the Beast Devourer from his waist and leapt out of the carriage.

From the looks of it, the Interspatial Bag was trying to run away.

And as always, bad premonitions didn’t miss.

After spitting out weapons, the Interspatial Bag turned its head and tried to flee.

‘First, I need to get its attention—but what do I call it? “Interspatial Bag” is too long, and just calling it “bag” sounds stupid.’

Anagin pondered what to call it.

At that mont, inspiration struck, and he ca up with the perfect na.

Why not na it after the original owners of the materials used in it? Like Longbald!

“Pairoooon!!!”

Pairon—a combination of Paia, the owner of the boar hide, and Neiron, the owner of the interspatial cloak.

Short and intuitive. A good na.

Smiling at his own naming sense, Anagin called out to Pairon, and Pairon, upon spotting him, flinched in surprise.

Did it recognize its owner?

Honestly, it didn’t matter.

If it didn’t recognize him, he could just make it recognize him.

‘If I cut it a little, I can just stitch it back up.’

Anagin intended to teach Pairon the proper attitude an object should have.

Even if it ant using violence!

Just then—

Snort—snort!

Pairon let out a delighted squeal and approached Anagin, rubbing its snout against him.

The stark contrast to its earlier rampage left the Chiron Tower guards who had co to capture it, along with Tramachus’s group and Sphinx’s group who had followed, not just surprised but dumbfounded.

“What the......?”

“What in the world is that thing?”

“Did it recognize you as its owner, Brother?”

With everyone speaking at once, it was chaotic. Anagin exercised patience and answered them one by one.

First, the Chiron Tower guards.

“Hey. I’m back.”

Next, Tramachus.

“That’s the Interspatial Bag I left.”

Finally, Sphinx.

“Seems like it recognized .”

Short, but precise answers. Sphinx spoke as if amazed.

“That’s surprising. It actually likes you.”

There was a hint of sothing pointed in her words.

But Anagin went even further.

“This thing isn’t acting like this because it likes .”

“What?”

Snort?

“It’s pretending to like because it’s scared of . Right?”

Anagin pressed Pairon, who was feigning innocence.

Saying, you don’t actually like —you’re just acting cute because you’re scared, aren’t you?

At that, Pairon fell silent for a mont, then suddenly started grazing on the grass.

Snort. Snort.

(T/N): LOL

* * *

“About the detailed damages.......”

After Anagin and Pairon’s touching reunion, the emotionally dried-up bastards of Chiron Tower didn’t welco him—instead, they started endlessly listing the damages.

Saying Anagin had to compensate for all of it.

Of course, Anagin didn’t cowardly run away.

“I understand.”

“We haven’t finished listing the damages yet.”

“I’ll take the Coins of Greed to the Delphi Temple.”

Anagin made the promise as if making a big decision.

To compensate for the damage caused by his Interspatial Bag, Pairon, he would personally deliver the Coins of Greed to the Delphi Temple, just as Irida had requested.

Well, it wasn’t bad. He had been thinking he should visit a place like the Delphi Temple at least once anyway.

Most practitioners visited it at least once, so this seed like a good opportunity.

“I’m sorry, but Chiron Tower’s damages and Lady Irida’s request are separate matters.”

The butler of Chiron Tower wasn’t easy to deal with, as he pointed out sothing that could have easily been glossed over.

“Isn’t it fine since Irida also belongs to Chiron Tower?”

“Not at all.”

“Damn it, then can’t you just bill her for the damages instead?”

“Pardon?”

Seeing Anagin casually throwing Irida under the bus, the butler looked at him in shock, as if questioning whether he was even human.

Understandably so.

He was trying to push a debt caused by his own actions onto a woman who had just recently lost her father—sothing worse than a beast.

But Anagin had his own argunt.

Irida had said thank you and promised not to just brush it off with words, yet he hadn’t received anything.

He had let it slide because it didn’t seem right to bring it up again, but now that things had co to this, settling it this way didn’t seem like a bad idea.

When Anagin explained this, the butler’s expression grew even more disgusted.

“What about repaying it with an item?”

“Pardon?”

The butler turned to Tramachus, who had suddenly interjected.

It was unusual—he wasn’t the type to involve himself in others’ affairs.

“Actually, Lady Atalanta gave a gift to Anagin. How about we hand that over to the Chiron Tower? There shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Tramachus asked Anagin.

Instead of answering, Anagin asked back.

“A gift?”

“Irida entrusted it to before we left. Told to pass it on.”

“Why didn’t you give it to until now?”

“The timing didn’t work out. Anyway, no problem, right?”

As Tramachus pressed for an answer, Anagin nodded.

He had been planning to push the responsibility onto Irida anyway, so using the gift to settle it seed acceptable.

However, the butler remained skeptical.

The entire fifth floor had been wrecked, and they were going to settle it with just one gift—

Thud!

Tramachus placed a deer hide taken from the Interspatial Bag onto the table.

White Deer hide.

The very one Anagin had hunted and gifted to Isos.

The butler’s expression changed.

As if sothing completely unexpected had appeared.

Well, of course—a White Deer was practically a creature of legend.

“This is.......”

“As you can see, it’s the White Deer. The legendary White Deer of Arcadia. We will hand over this hide.”

“...I will consult with my superior.”

Judging it wasn’t sothing he could decide alone, the butler asked for understanding.

Which practically ant acceptance.

With Tramachus’s permission, the butler took the White Deer hide and left.

“You said you’d take the Coins of Greed to the Delphi Temple, right? Those were your own words.”

“Hmm? Now that the issue’s resolved, do I really need to go? Is there a reason I have to?”

“If you hadn’t said you’d go, I wouldn’t have helped.”

“Hmm, fair point....... Fine, I’ll go. I was thinking of checking out the Delphi Temple anyway. Are you coming along?”

Anagin asked Tramachus, Thyreos, and Lynceus. From the atmosphere, it felt like they might.

“Well—”

“—Excuse , may I say sothing?”

Just as Tramachus was about to answer, Sphinx raised her hand and cut in.

Everyone turned their heads, wondering what it was about, and she revealed a concerning fact.

“I was waiting for the right ti to say this, but I think it’s best to tell you now.”

“What is it?”

“It seems like everyone already knows that we’re taking the Coins of Greed to the Delphi Temple.”

“Everyone? Who’s everyone?”

“Various practitioners, the mage organization Magno, the giant supremacists known as the Descendants of Giants, and even treasure hunters.”

Sphinx unfurled an old scroll, the magical tool Thread of Freedom, and showed it to them.