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Published at 23rd of February 2024 05:55:24 AM


Chapter 30

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Chapter 30

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[Translator – Zain]

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For over three hundred years, despite his work as a blacksmith, the material was unlike anything Ronan had ever seen. Ronan laughed as he stroked Cita.

“This is the shell that it came out of when it hatched.”

“B-B-But...”

Cita patted Ronan’s hand, her face buried in it. Doron’s eyes widened.

“A shell? Are you serious?”

Doron began examining the shell as if he were entranced.

He examined it by rotating it emotionally, of course, he also put it in the furnace or put it on the anvil and hammered it. Finally, Doron, who had sprinkled unknown reagents on the shell, exclaimed with admiration.

“This is truly remarkable. Hardness, weight, toughness... everything is perfect! If it’s mixed properly with Brangar magnetic iron, my greatest masterpiece as a blacksmith might come out. Can I really use this?”

“Well, yes. It was just in case, but it turned out well.”

Doron let out a breath. He grabbed Ronan’s hand and started shaking it up and down.

“Thank you. I’ll definitely make you the best weapon. Come back in three months.”

“Alright... wait, three months?”

Ronan furrowed his brows. Even if it took a long time, it was still too long. He needed to get the weapon as soon as possible to be able to attend Navirose’s lessons.

“Yes, three months. I want to make it faster, but there’s nothing I can do. I just did a heat resistance test, and it seems we need to use top-grade flame coal to melt it. We’re almost out of flame coal right now.”

Doron pointed to a cube-shaped furnace. There were about six reddish and round chunks rolling around it. These were the flame coals used to melt high-temperature ores.

“We’re also backed up with requests from other customers. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to wait.”

Doron scratched his head with the handle of the hammer and said. Marya, who had been silently listening to the conversation, widened her eyes.

“Just a moment, Grandfather. Flame coal, you say?”

“Hmm? Yes, flame coal.”

“Can I get some for you?”

“What? What are you talking about? I heard there was an earthquake in Drumcus, the largest source of flame coal, so it’s not circulating throughout the region.”The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

That’s why the dwarves were busy pouring lava. Since they couldn’t completely stop working, they had to melt special ores with the heat of the lava. Marya nodded her head.

“Yes, that’s right. There was an earthquake. But right before that, our upper ranks visited Drumcus.”

“Th-That means...”

“Yes. We have about one wagon’s worth left. We’re holding onto it until the price goes up... would you like to buy it?”

“Of course! How much...how much should it be? Dydican! Bring my vault!”

Doron threw the hammer and shouted. The pupils revealed between his beard were shining brightly. It was the moment when Dydican, who was surprised, was about to move his foot.

“Wait. We don’t need money, Grandfather. Can we accept something else?”

“Something else? What...?”

“We have weapons here. Overall, they’re of very high quality, so we’d like to try selling them in our upper ranks.”

“You mean these practice pieces? Well, okay then. As long as you give me the immediately usable flame coal, you can take as much as you want.”

“No, we can’t do that. It would be bad if we scammed other people, wouldn’t it? Just let me explain again.”

With a smile, Marya took out paper and a pen from her bag. With graceful handwriting, she wrote the contract and explained the details of the deal to Doron.

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“So... I’ve assessed the value of one piece of flame coal to be this much. As for the weapons, each type...”

“Ahh, I wouldn’t understand even if you explained. Just take the flame coal and go.”

“No, I can’t do that. We should write an accurate contract.”

Marya smiled and took out paper and a pen from her bag. With graceful handwriting, she wrote the contract and explained the details of the deal to Doron.

“So... I’ve assessed the value of one piece of flame coal to be this much. As for the weapons, each type...”

“Well, even if you explain, I won’t understand. Just leave the flame coal and take whatever you want.”

It took well over an hour to finish writing the contract. Marya smiled satisfactorily and tucked the contract into her bag. Doron grumbled and rubbed his tired eyes. Seeing his appearance, Ronan burst into laughter.

“You’re quite something, seriously. Trying to be a merchant in this situation.”

“Hehe, it’s basic to become the best merchant. I think this deal could help us expand in the upper ranks.”

“Cita!”

Cita flew up as if it had been waiting. After enjoying their outing, the group returned to Philleon.

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The weekend and the following week went by smoothly.

Ronan focused all his efforts on using his time efficiently. At the mostly deserted gym where he usually went to train, he often encountered familiar faces.

“Heh-heh-heh! My junior Ronan, you’re here again! Your persistence is admirable!”

“Oh, you’re here again today, Senior Braum. I didn’t have much else to do. By the way, how’s the greatsword?”

“Don’t worry, my junior! I repaired it right after our match on the induction day! It’s now 130kg!”

“Impressive.”

“By the way, Instructor Navirose kept asking about your well-being. Is something going on?”

“Um... please just pretend you don’t know. I’ll visit her soon.”

At night, he read books and reviewed subjects at his lodgings. Unlike the entrance exam preparations, he only took the courses he was interested in, making the learning process more enjoyable.

“Hmm. So that workbook wasn’t interesting after all. Reading isn’t as bad as I thought?”

Ronan sprawled his legs on the desk as he read various books. [Imperial History], [Journeys in the West], [Why Did the Countess Give Steak to Max?] and more...

There were interesting books and boring ones. Nonetheless, the fact that he could learn unknown information without physically moving brought him joy. On the third Monday, he took Cita to visit Professor Varen.

“Oh... Oh my! That... that child is...”

“It took much longer than I expected. It’s been a while, Professor Varen.”

The class with Professor Varen hadn’t started yet due to personal reasons. This was the first time Ronan had a conversation with him since entering Philleon. The tuft of hair between Cita’s eyes caught Varen’s attention noticeably.

“Ah, please have a seat. I’ll bring tea. How have you been? Oh, congratulations on your second place in the induction!”

“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Ronan sat on the sofa. Varen swiftly brought refreshments like lightning. Throughout arranging the tea and cookies, his gaze remained fixed on Cita.

“Baklava?”

Cita was sitting on the table, looking at Varen with curious eyes. Varen carefully pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes as Cita’s gaze held him.

“... Truly, such a beautiful child. What’s its name?”

“Cita.”

“Right, Cita.”

Varen very cautiously reached out his hand and brought it in front of Cita’s eyes. As Cita blinked, its face brushed against Varen’s finger.

“Purr~”

“......!”

Ronan deliberately raised his teacup to his lips. The sight of over 3 meters tall Varen shedding tears was not a pleasant spectacle. At that moment, Marpez, who had been napping on Varen’s chair, approached them.

-Phee?

“Hey there, your fur has grown even more. Have you been well?”

His azure feathers had become so thick that they reminded one of a thicket. When Ronan extended his hand, Marpez approached with a chirp. Seeing this, Cita’s eyes sparkled.

“Meow?”

-Meow?

Marpaz’s reaction was the same. There was no need for someone to start. Cita and Marpez simultaneously flew and rushed toward each other.

Soon, the two dreambirds met as if they had waited for this moment, and they began grooming each other’s feathers. Seeing the heartwarming reunion, Varen murmured as the main voice.

“hehe, is there no way to capture this moment, this scene, and preserve it forever...”

“That’s true. Um, sorry to ruin the mood, but Varen, do you happen to know what’s influencing it?”

Ronan pointed his index finger toward Cita. Varen sniffled and stood up from his seat. Searching through his desk, Varen placed three pieces of paper on the table and said,

“I apologize. I thought of Marpez’s child, and my emotions got the best of me... Haha, the only thing I can guess is that these three are related.”

On the paper were detailed drawings of creatures that appeared to be fantasy creatures or monsters. Ronan raised an eyebrow.

“This is the Black Dragon Orsego... as for the others, what kind of creatures are they? Is this one not human?”

On the far left paper was the depiction of the Black Dragon Orsego. A dragon that had moved its residence to the far western plateau after being defeated by the Empire. Ronan was familiar with it from the fairy tales Iril used to read to him during his childhood.

The problem was that he didn’t know the names of the other two beings. In the center paper, there was a human man dressed in elaborate attire, and on the other sheet, there was a pink luminescent mass resembling a sea urchin.

Varen spoke up. His gaze was still fixed on Marpez and Cita.

“The one in the center is a vampire from the Barschaba lineage, and the one on the right is an Atia fairy. They each possess magic that manipulates blood and the ability to heal wounds.”

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