Raising Paladins

Episode 127. Rob the foundry (1)

Village chief Mediel’s house.

Carl’s party and blacksmith Smith were looking down at Blackfang’s fangs.

“Even if you touch it once… … ?”

Carl nodded at Smith’s words.

Smith caressed the fangs with a careful hand, as if it were a shrine.

“Smooth and very hard material… … . It is a truly wonderful mineral.”

Are the eyes of a boy who has fallen out of love like that?

Smith, looking at the fangs, asked Carl.

“Where did you get such a precious mineral? I wouldn’t sell this for millions of megakrons. Did you dig it in a hidden mine?”

“I pulled it out, not canned it.”

“Are you pulling? You mean it was stuck in the ground?”

Smith, who has no idea about the identity of the canine.

Carl sighed and laughed.

“It is the fang of a huge black puma called Blackfang that lives in the Pinas Islands. Not minerals.”

“That was it!”

Smith hit his forehead ‘Tack!’ hit

“I searched all over the island with this arrowhead and smelting method left by my great-grandfather. The same goes for other islands around it. But I couldn’t find any ore of the same material as the arrowhead. Unfortunately, my great-grandfather left only the smelting method, but did not write down the identity of the mineral. It’s not something you dig from the ground, it’s a monster’s tooth!”

The village chief Mediel, who had brought tea, intervened.

“Smith’s great-grandfather is the one who made a name for himself in the Pinas Islands. He is this mineral… … No, he smelted his fangs to make weapons and forged arrowheads to defeat the pirates who invaded the archipelago. I mean when he was alive. I grew up hearing that from adults too.”

Hodad.

A baby Rhodaim hanging from Tyra’s arm.

It climbed up Tira’s hair and jumped over her shoulders.

Tira, who looked at it cutely, said.

“Didn’t Mr. Smith’s great-grandfather leave another record? Something about this fang.”

“It was written at the end of the smelting recipe that terrible things would happen if it fell into the wrong hands. They said that if someone without the rightful power gets it, bury it deep in the ground or throw it into the deep sea.”

“My great-grandfather must have been a wise man.”

The knife approached the fangs.

“This fang is a special material that responds to divine power.”

“… … ?!”

A bright light spread from the palm of the sword resting on the fangs.

Soon, the fangs, which had been dark like obsidian, were stained pure white.

“To live to see such a miracle… … .”

Mediel muttered blankly.

The others didn’t say anything, but their expressions were the same.

The divine power that returned after 200 years, as well as the mysterious fangs that reveal their true form in response to it, were surprising.

‘Sorry, but the shield must be difficult… … .’

Hanson licked his lips.

What if that kind of fang exists as a larger one?

Then Hanson would risk his life to save it.

A black shield that is brightly stained with divine power!

It was a weapon sufficient to stimulate a man’s romance.

Wheein-!

When the sword reaped its divine power, the fangs returned to their original ink color.

“Can you forge a sword with this?”

It was Carl’s question to Smith.

“I would like to ask you to say that you have inherited the smelting method.”

“What do you mean by sword?”

“A normal longsword will do. However, please lengthen the blade by two spans.”

“Hmm… … That would be a fairly irregular battle. But would it be very difficult to deal with? If you do it wrong, you won’t be able to use it properly and it will break. Of course, if this fang is made of material, it will last a few times… … .”

When his major came out, Smith became more talkative.

“But if you handle it well, it will be really great! Especially if you’re skilled in swordsmanship like you. How thick will it be?”

“It is enough to bear the length. can you make it? I will give you a generous reward.”

“Hmm… … .”

Smith thought deeply.

Then he nodded vigorously.

“If I turned down the offer in front of such rare ingredients, people would make fun of me for being a coward for the rest of my life. I will!”

Smith hugged a pair of fangs.

“I don’t need a reward. Because the experience itself of forging a sword with precious materials is much more precious to me. I will give my all.”

“Please.”

“I want to get tangled up with this guy, then!”

An excited Smith left right away, holding his fangs.

“Look, priest Carl. Did you go well?”

Mediel looked at the conch shell hanging around Carl’s neck.

“That stuff… … Something seems out of the ordinary. Seeing that even a small rodim was brought, it seems like something happened.”

“It’s kind of like that.”

“Are you not going to tell me?”

Carl laughed lightly.

“You will know when the time is right.”

Carl went to meet the chief of the Rodim tribe to borrow warriors.

Unexpectedly, I hunted a Black Fang and got a fang.

In addition, he earned the title of ‘Great Warrior’.

It was a great enough event to be recorded in the history of the Sun God Church, but Carl was not the type to enjoy bragging about his achievements.

he asked Tyra.

“What happened to Meisa and the old man?”

“I left right before Carl came.”

“Where?”

“It’s a small island a little far from this island. He said he would meet Sigian’s brother there and ask for help. The village chief told me where he was.”

“Sigian’s younger brother?”

“Yes, Jillian is a man. He too became a member of the Harpy Pirates after Henry Morgan captured the islands. But the harpy kicked out Zilean, saying that if Sigian and Zilean were together, there might be people who thought disrespectful. It worked out well for Jillian.”

The party listened to the village chief’s words.

***

squeak, squeak.

Seagulls fly in groups over the sandy beach of the small island.

Beneath it, a man scorched with copper was mending a net.

Fresh fish just caught fluttered around.

“… … ?”

A man diligently mending nets.

He stood up when he spotted a small boat approaching in the distance.

The boat came straight towards the shore where the man was lined.

“I heard that there is a Gillian on this island. Can you tell me which way I can meet you?”

A stunning beauty with lush blonde hair.

The man, Jillian, nodded at Meisa’s question.

“I am Jillian.”

“ah.”

Soon after, two people got off the boat.

“Hello, I’m Maya, the battle priest of the Temple of Dawn in Meirium.”

“Nice to meet you, Crete Hagafell, who is also a priest.”

“Hagafel?”

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Jillian tilted her head.

“Did you just say Hagafel? It’s the name of the lord of Derd and the family.”

“You are a nobleman with wide feet, you saw it right away. This old man is from the Hagafel family.”

“How is your relationship with Derdrang’s godmother?”

“Become a mother.”

“oh… … .”

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Jillian’s face was quite surprised.

“They are the priests who have been making a fuss in the Pinas Islands these days. What did you come to see me for?”

It was Maysa who received Jillian’s words.

“I have come to ask you for help. We plan to drive the Harpy Pirates out of the Pinas Islands.”

“Why do you guys do that? If you do something wrong, you could end up killing everyone.”

“Because we are priests.”

“Puhahahaha!”

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Jillian laughed heartily.

It was a smile that was somewhat laughable.

“It is only natural that priests look out for the welfare of the people of the empire, so they must help the followers of the Pinas Islands. Why are you doing this with such an old mindset?”

However, the eyes of the two were very serious.

It was clear to me that he hadn’t come all the way here for a joke.

“… … Looks like it’s real. It’s been a while since I’ve seen priest-like priests.”

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Jillian let go of the net she was holding.

He said, picking up a chunky fish fluttering around.

“Follow me for now.”

***

Following Jillian, we arrived at his residence.

It was a shabby hut made of clay and then baked over a fire.

Chi-Ik-.

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Jillian grilled the fish she had caught and served it in front of her.

“I don’t farm, so this is the only food I can serve to guests.”

“it’s okay.”

Maysa said humbly.

“Okay, what do you want to say?”

“I heard that your older brother Sigian was the leader of the Pinas Islands. I want to give him a letter.”

“letter?”

Meisa hesitated for a moment after putting her hand in her bosom.

Recognizing that sign, old man Crete nodded slowly, and Maysa took out a letter and handed it to her.

“This is it.”

Gillian read the letter.

His expression darkened moment by moment.

“You guys are crazy… … ! really crazy! Do you know what happens if you get caught fighting a harpy? Die all! That, too, will be stripped of clothes and hanged by the neck until it rots on the island dock. Do you know that?”

“For the sake of the people of the Pinas Islands, I will take even more risks.”

“why?! Aren’t you land people who have nothing to do with the island people?”

“Because the inhabitants of the Pinas Islands are also followers of the sun god.”

“her… … !”

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Jillian clicked her tongue in amazement.

But his eyes twinkled with emotion.

“If all the priests of the empire were like you, we wouldn’t have reached this point in the first place. Now, not only the priests, but also the imperial bureaucrats have all rotted away… … . Even the great paladins who died 200 years ago will have a hard time recovering unless they come back. That’s how much this empire has eaten. It is impossible to revive! The same goes for the Pinas Islands.”

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Jillian gulped down the water as if her throat was burning.

“So, what are you going to do by delivering the letter? Are you trying to start a rebellion from within?”

“can you help me?”

“What good is it to me?”

“To liberate the island from tyranny. What other benefits do you need? As far as I know, Jillian, you also fell out of the harpy’s eyes and lived like this.”

“A very naive priestess. Now you are asking me to risk my life. Freed from tyranny? If I had risked my life for something sentimental like that, it would have been a corpse long ago. I have no intention of doing crazy things with you, so please go back!”

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Jillian turned her head out the window.

His gesture that there is no more controversy.

Meisa tried to say something more, but old Crete stopped her.

“You took up precious time, then take care of yourself.”

The two got up and left the cabin.

However, there were a lot of young men outside the cabin door who didn’t know when they came.

All of them were holding sticks one by one with stern faces.

“I’ve changed my mind, I’ll have to get you guys and give them to Henry Morgan. I think I can get some decent crones.”

“… … Don’t be foolish.”

Old Man Crete gave a stern warning to Jillian’s voice from behind.

“There are eight of us, Uncle.”

“What about weapons?”

“A stick. There are no irons.”

“It would be better if we didn’t commit murder either.”

“yes.”

Meisa put back the rapier she had pulled out a little.

She picked up a stick that had been rolling around the cabin.

Cretan old man lifted up the scabbard that he usually uses instead of a staff.

“Strike!”

The quiet cabin quickly turned into a mess.