Chapter 353.2 - Alistair (II)
Editor Makoto
Will I be cured if I get a blacksmith to repair ? No, I’ll be in trouble if I can’t heal. I couldn’t do anything as it is now. This was a difficult mont for Fran, as she just lost soone she truly looked up to. I have to be strong, at least just for her.
“That……”
Even though it was her possession, I understand that it was not polite to suddenly appear out of nowhere and take the sword all of a sudden. Fran approached the woman with a slight hesitation. The other person also slightly approached Fran.
“Are you the owner of the sword?”
“Hmm”
The woman had a sour look as she asked Fran. I knew she’d be in a bad mood. Still, though, she still had enough sense not to complain about the crying a and the others.
“I see. Let see that sword for a minute.”
(Master?)
Hmm, what should I do? I don’t think it’s a problem just to show it, but I don’t know who this woman is. However, if I refused, it looked like I might make her mad, and if that happened, it seems like it will be a pain. In the first place, is my appraisal camouflage working now?
“You should let her see.”
As I was distressed, a suddenly approached from the side. From the way a said, she seed to be surprisingly more superior than a. Moreover, the tone of voice earlier felt sowhat familiar.
“Lady Alistair wouldn’t do anything wrong. Lind also ets Lady Alistair on a regular basis.”
(Master, is it fine?)
“Oh.”
a trusted her that much, so it would be rude to say no here. Besides, she was the kind of person who could handle a divine sword, right? She must be a great blacksmith. I don’t know what soone with an aweso skill like that is doing here, though.
“Hmm…”
“Oh, thank you.”
It’s strange because both her tone and her sour looks didn’t seem too strange when you think of her as a blacksmith. Rather, I even think that it was very fitting for a craftsman.
Alistair stared at as Fran stuck out, and she kept staring at sullenly. Her gaze scoured my brim and hilt.
“I knew this design was……… But the shape of the pattern… May I take a closer look?”
“Hmm”
“Now, if you’ll excuse ……… Analysis Eye!”
I could see the magical powers in Alistair’s eyes. There was such a strong magical power concentrated in her eyes that if we were in a dark place, her eyes would glow.
Then Alistair let out a murmur of surprise.
“That’s a very strict equipnt registration……… No, is this power a remnant of God’s…? Moreover … this … this thing … this bullsh*t sword, who made it? Was it a divine blacksmith?”
“Is there a problem?”
“No, that’s not sothing to say out loud here. Could you give a few minutes of your ti later?”
Apparently, she has been able to see my status and other information through her appraisal-like abilities. And, based on the reaction she gave just now, she might have found out that I was an intelligent weapon.
“The magic circuit is shredded. At this rate, it’s in danger of being unable to make a proper restoration.”
“!!! Is this true? What should I do now?”
“Wait a minute… Can I touch it?”
“Hmm”
Now that’s a confirmation, you’re definitely talking to . I knew it. This is a true intelligent weapon.
Alistair gently touched my hilt with her thin fingertips and began to pour a small amount of magic into it. However, I did not feel any discomfort. It was rather warm and soothing, so much such that it even felt good. I guess It may be ti for to have a blacksmith perform maintenance.
“Oh……”
Is this similar to the sensation of healing wounds? I could sense that sothing deep within was healing.
Still, self-repair couldn’t work. Was it because it wasn’t that kind of healing that worked, or was my damage that serious? However, this Alistair woman feels trustworthy.
A bit simple minded huh, if I do say so myself. Was I the type of person who, when I was injured severely, would easily sway if soone was a little kind to ?
(Master?)
“I’m fine.”
I experienced less pain now when using telepathic communication. No, I’m sure, it was definitely much less than before. It’s all thanks to Alistair. I wonder who Alistair is exactly?
“I have administered first aid. If you don’t overdo it, it won’t get any worse than that, but you should refrain from fighting until it’s properly fixed.”
“Then, can you heal it properly?”
“Of course. There are no weapons I can’t fix.”
“For real?”
“Oh, just leave it to ”
“Is that so… That’s great…!”
Imdiately after hearing Alistair’s words, Fran squeezed my hilt and let out a sigh of relief. “Hou”. And then she shed a big tear.
She had lost Kiara and even I was feeling sad about it. I’m sure she couldn’t stop herself from having negative thoughts, and she was always anxious all this ti too. I was too busy with my own problems to notice earlier.
“Fran, I’m sorry. I didn’t an to worry you.”
(No … uh … it’s okay. But really, it’s a relief that you’re okay master…)
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