Fun Territory Defense Chapter 122 (Patreon)

Orihalcum Weapon

I pulled the twin swords out of their sheaths and showed them to the dwarves, who all groaned and wide eyed.

"It is indeed a sword of Orihalcum. I have never seen a sword of that shape before..."

"Habel, are you sure it's not made by a human?"

The dwarves whispered to each other and finally called out the name of the dwarf standing at the front of the line, who was called Habel and nodded as he looked at us.

"Right. I'm sure they didn't use a dwarven furnace, but it was a human blacksmith who created it, and if there was a furnace to refine Orihalcum, there must have been a dwarf in involved. Sure, there are rumors of some dwarves who lived and smith in human lands, but such oddballs are rare."

As he said this, Habel glared at us.

"In other words, that weapon is a fake, not a Dwarf's soul. Even if you get a dwarven furnace, you can't get a dwarven weapon if there are no dwarves around."

Habel comes toward us, his voice low and guttural.

"Just because the material is Orihalcum, it doesn't mean anything if the hammers are second-rate. We dwarves have been refining iron with a hammer since we were kids. Copper, iron, silver, and mithril can all be forged to the highest level, and the voice of metal can be heard."

With these words, Habel pulled his own sword from its sheath. It is a thick long sword. It must be quite heavy, but Habel handles it lightly.

"Then, finally, I take pride in putting my soul into the weapons I make. From among such dwarven blacksmiths, the one who is the most skilled with metal will melt, forge, and harden the Orihalcum before finally completing it. Humans just pour the melted metal into a mold, harden it, and that's it, right? I feel sorry for the Orihalcum used for that."

Habel muttered as he traced the blade of his sword with his finger. I nodded and held up my own twin swords in front of my face.

"It's true, forging is considered better than casting. The iron is melted in a furnace, impurities are removed, and then further divided into suitable and unsuitable pieces. Then, only the metal in the best condition is melted in the furnace again. Forging and folding are done many times, and in quenching, the temperature and amount of water and oil are determined by trial and error to find the best condition... A blacksmith can only be a person who does not compromise."

And I would agree, quoting a line, knowledge I had read in a comic book. I had always thought Japanese swords were cool and had seen how to make them in manga and on the Internet.

I mentioned it to show that I knew a little something about it, but the dwarves blinked at me.

"You're not a dwarf, are you?"

"I'm a human."

I denied it with a wry smile. Surprisingly, the dwarf seemed to recognize me as someone with knowledge of blacksmithing. However, Dee, who had been watching me with his arms crossed, was now offended by Habel's tone of voice.

"How dare you talk to Van-sama, the lord of this city, like that! Do you want to get your head smashed, you little bastard?"

The Adventurers' Guild was in an uproar at the sight of Dee, who was so angry that it made everyone beyond pale.

"Hey, Master Dee just lost his temper!"

"Oh, hey! Bacchus, the god of wine! Apologize now!"

To the panicked adventurers, Habel and the others shrugged and snorted as if to provoke Dee.

"We're from the land of the dwarves. Why should we treat the nobles of another country like we're so high and mighty? Don't make fun of us just because we're short, big guy. Do you think you can win?"

Habel complained to Dee with a sword in his hand in a manner that resembled something out of a Yankee comic book.

Immediately afterward, Dee took his own large sword in both hands and swung it down from the upper level. There was a hard metallic clang, and the next thing he knew, the big sword was in front of Habel's face.

Habel's eyes widened in shock, but within a second, he realized that his own sword had been severed.

"What?"

He took a step or two backward, looking at the sword that had been severed in the middle.

"What an arm...! No, this section is not just the skill of a swordsman...! Hey, big guy! Who forged that sword?"

He yelled and pointed the broken sword at Dee. Besides, Dee raised his upper body as he put the sword back.

"This sword was made by my master, Baron Van Nay Fertio! This is the sword made by the one you mocked!"

Dee replies with a gut-wrenching yell, and the dwarves' eyes become like saucers.

"What the...? He's just a kid, isn't he?"

"You're kidding!"

"You can't fool us!"

The dwarves were screaming and yelling. Laughing at this, they called out to Habel.

"Oh, can you hold out that sword one more time?"

"What? What are you doing...?"

I smiled at Habel, who was confused but followed his instructions, and adjusted the position of the sword.

"Straight in front of my face. Oh, that's good. Don't move a muscle."

"Ah, ah? What the heck, you guys..."

Habel, who was slightly frightened because he didn't understand what I meant, and for some reason the people around him also became tense and quiet, so let's hurry up and get this over with.

"Then, please don't move! Haaah!"

After calling out cheerfully, I quickly swing my twin swords. As he spun around with his whole body, he sliced up the twin swords from below with his right hand and left hand.

The blades of the twin swords are designed to be drawn and cut like Japanese swords. Therefore, to show the most cutting ability, it was necessary to cut as if sliding along the blade part.

My movements were specialized to produce sharp slashes by rotating my entire body and accelerating my shoulders, elbows, and hands in turn.

This time there was hardly a sound.

As I turned around with one turn and sheathed the sword, Habel's sword was cut into three equal parts, and the parts other than the hilt fell to the ground.

"Ah?"

With a blank stare, Habel looked at the sword without its blade.