I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy

29. A blacksmith and a loving relationship between a priest and a priest (Complete)

“…little bit?”

My embarrassing words resonate softly in the workshop.

Daedroth’s eyes widened and he finally grabbed my shoulder.

“A little bit… Why are you giving such an ambiguous answer…?”

“I can’t talk to all spirits… only Master since I touched the pendant…”

Thanks to the Daedroth shaking his shoulders, he was distracted and answered with gibberish.

“Master?”

At my answer, Daedroth stopped shaking his shoulders.

“…Master.”

“Who is Master? Oh, so I’m asking the owner of this pendant.”

“…Sierra-sama.”

“Sierra… Sierra… Ah, you’re talking about Ja-wol. You were Ja-wol’s disciple…”

Deadros muttered her name, Jawol, as he recalled her name to see if he remembered Sierra.

[Calling the original girl’s embarrassing nickname… shameful…]

Sierra grumbled, popping out of the pendant before she knew it.

Daedroth checks Sierra’s form and points at her and asks me.

“Could you tell me what she’s talking about?”

[Never tell me, disciple! I don’t want to talk to a guy like this! ]

Sierra exclaimed at this question from Deadros. I grabbed my head for a moment at the echo that seemed to stab my head.

“…Uh, they told me not to tell you.”

“Ha, Miss Sierra must be shy. Come to think of it, I didn’t ask for your name…”

“My name is Zeto. I am Sierra’s first and last disciple…”

I introduced myself and held out my hand to him.

“Zeto… I have many names, such as Daedroth, Gregor, Isserbal… But now that I’ve been looking for Daedroth, Daedroth will suffice, right?”

Because he was a dragon who had lived for hundreds of years, and he had gone through the lives of many people, it was an introduction that could be made.

So I shook hands with him.

“She’s the last disciple… yes, coming here… it seems her condition has worsened after all.”

Dedros is a person who has lived for a long time. There must be a lot of people in his memory… Perhaps because she was once famous, he remembered her once and recited detailed information.

[ … ]

When Dedros brought up the story of Sierra’s illness, Sierra’s face began to darken.

He would hate the disease, which was the reason he died and the reason why he held grudge against him.

“…Still, I think it’s really fortunate that we can talk like this.”

While answering Daedroth, I comforted Sierra.

“She must have continued to be active and then disappeared at some point… I thought she must have gone through closed-door training, but she must have been teaching students.”

“You went through the lung training. After you came out, you met me and took me back.”

“I didn’t think she would bring in a disciple, but she was secretly hiding it… Ha ha ha! It’s also something to live for a long time to see.”

Daedroth soon said, ‘It’s an interesting picture.’ Muttering something like that, he carried the materials to one side of his workshop.

Deedros, who took out a fountain pen from somewhere and picked it up, looked at me and opened his mouth.

“…I can’t figure out why you can talk to the spirits. Didn’t you have divine power or learned necromancy?”

“That’s right. I’m not sure what I’m thinking…”

There is only one point to point out.

It was the existence of an ‘eyepatch’, but I couldn’t confide it to this dragon.

“Conversation with the soul… even those with moderate divine power would be impossible. Even if it’s around that noble ‘saint’…”

“…If you’re a saint, can you talk to the spirit?”

I asked Daedroth to dig up information.

There was a stairway he had built in advance in his relationship with the saintess while meeting Antony and Emilia before, so he had to know for sure at this point.

“Saint… I haven’t met any recent saint… Oops, I don’t remember how many saints she was…”

Daedroth suddenly looks up at the ceiling and traverses the library of memories piled up with countless books in his head.

“…It was a long time ago. Back then, there were a lot of evil things like yodo.

Daedroth was never a good character. I should say that I have matured now… It seems that I am living a relatively quiet life.

“One day, the saintess came to me with her direct knights. She came right up to me and slapped me on the cheek. …I must have said that.”

The Daedroth recited the story from the past. It was very exciting because it was a story that I had never heard of even in the game.

“That saintess slapped me on the cheek a few more times and ended up shedding tears. The cheeks that were hit then still ache from time to time. Her hands were unusually spicy.”

Daedroth, who was talking, smiled. As if the feelings of that time were revived while retracing the memories.

“I answered the saintess who was crying inexorably. I asked if you could represent these souls, and she said yes. As soon as I came here, the cries of the souls stuck in my ears. Please stop…”

A drop of tear fell on the corner of Daedroth’s raised mouth.

But he wasn’t crying.

“After that, until she died… I didn’t make a urethra.”

After hearing his story, I have a question.

“That… not a question for me… but there was a story like that, so why are you making it again?”

At my question, Daedroth wiped away his tears and answered.

“hahahaha! I’m afraid she’ll come back someday and slap me on the cheek… I’m using my own group.”

Daedroth stopped reminiscing about the past with that boisterous laugh.

Shaking his head around, he sees Daedroth scrawling something on the paper with his fountain pen.

After hearing the story, Daedroth’s appearance seemed different.

Did he honor her in his own way?

Or do you really want her to come back to life like a miracle?

I didn’t know which one.

It’s just that he had a story like that.

I thought that Daedroth was just a character who was a mad dragon pretending to be an artist.

…I didn’t know everything either.

First of all, thanks to the Daeros, it seems that the saintess has obtained enough information to communicate with the spirit.

“Then…was it your opinion? The thing about making a urethra.”

While taking notes, Daedroth suddenly asked me a question.

“Yes. Ever since I put my hand on the pendant after sending Master away, I felt Master’s soul. The conversation started from then…”

I answered Deadros’ question in moderation. Sierra knew the situation, so he didn’t say anything.

“I hoped for human madness or vain desire to become stronger, but… the affection between the teacher and the teacher… ‘love’…”

“Love?”

I hurriedly asked about Daedroth’s sudden love story.

“There are many kinds of love. Isn’t it also one kind of love when a disciple cherishes a master and the master allows the disciple to make a urethra out of himself? Did I misinterpret this story?”

“Hmm…”

Listening to Daedroth’s words, I don’t want to think of anything else from someone else’s point of view.

“Well, if it’s love, it must be love.”

I thought of the artistic temperament of Daedroth overflowing with romance, so I answered that.

If there is a good story, I wonder if it will make Yodo better.

Daedroth nodded and went over well, but the person next to him didn’t seem to do so.

[Huh… disciple… no matter how much it’s a lie… the original girl is a bit ashamed…]

Sierra covers her face with the palm of her hand and twists one finger to look at me through the gap.

Her face is strangely red.

I don’t know why her face, which is only a spirit, can blush.

“This, this… It’s going to be a masterpiece. It’s a story I like. The deep love between a teacher and a student. Do I dare to write this story? Jetto.”

After Dedros finishes writing, he spreads his arms from side to side as if in a play and asks me.

“If you make it well, it’s fine.”

“No way. How to put anything into a masterpiece like this. I will definitely complete this masterpiece even if I open my warehouse.”

Daedroth said he would open his warehouse, that is to say, the Gold Dragon’s warehouse.

‘I’m so lucky…?’

In terms of games, this is a ‘great success!’ while making weapons. It was something like that that would have popped up.

“That’s good. Master.”

Daedroth knew I could communicate with spirits anyway, so he spoke openly to Sierra.

“The more I look at it, the more amazing it is. This strange power that cannot be explained in words… is it the power of love?”

Daedroth watched me talking to Sierra and started talking bullshit.

[ …that, yes! It is the power of love! The first and last disciple of the original woman! Even the real woman now understands! ]

Sierra also believed the excuse I made up to be the truth, as if I had finally lost my mind after listening to Daedroth’s absurd words. Sierra’s focus was slightly blurry as she spoke.

“Haa… So how long does it take?”

I asked Daedroth while cleaning up this mess.

“The urethra is as special as the process of making it… but a week is enough.”

Fortunately, the production period for Yodo was the same as in the game.

Not only the urethra, but also other specially crafted weapons took about a month at the longest.

I nodded affirmatively to Daedroth and approached him, holding out the bag of money in my arms.

“It’s 500 gold.”

It was the production cost.

In fact, this amount of money was not worth much to Daedroth, who was overflowing with money.

“Yes. I will do my best so that you will not regret coming to me.”

Daedroth took the 500 gold I gave him. The amount is not checked separately.

Maybe they don’t want to do free service. In any case, from my point of view, it is to create a work of art.

Then it was time to break up with Sierra for a while.

“I’ll come back before it’s too late, Master.”

He bowed his head to Sierra.

[Don’t worry. I’m used to waiting. About a week is fast for the bonnyeo. ]

Sierra’s solemn voice resonates in my head as she confidently crosses her arms.

That voice was enough to give me confidence.

“Then see you in a week. It’s been a long time since I’ve been motivated, so it might end faster.”

Leaving behind Daedroth’s words, I left the studio.

it’s a week

it feels long

‘The urethra is finally completed.’

***

The week went by really quickly.

With less than a few days left until the labyrinth opens, the class was in full swing learning about the labyrinth.

For me, who knew the labyrinth system, it was just a boring class.

Nothing special happened during the week. Sometimes I go and eat with Yuri.

Time passed and I came back to Daedroth’s mansion again.

The way to go and the barrier around the mansion were the same as when I visited last time, but the difference was that Sierra wasn’t floating next to me now.

Sierra must be in this mansion.

ㅡ Smart.

I knocked on the mansion door.

But this time I heard a thumping sound from far away, and the door opened hastily.

“You’re here at last!”

The Daedroth opened the door and greeted me with a bright face. The Daeros I met after a week was very excited.

“…Long time no see.”

I followed the Daedroth into the house.

“Ah, the urethra was completed the day before. Really… I’ve made many urethras so far, but this experience was the best.”

Daedroth made a fuss over and over again in an ecstatic voice.

‘Is it made that well…?’

I walked after him and scratched my head.

“First of all, it would be better to see it for yourself. Ah, rather than seeing it… you will know it by touching it.”

Deedros was so excited that he made fun of it for a while.

That’s how I arrived in front of the exceptionally luxurious door in the mansion.

“Originally, it’s a room for VIPs, but you’re not like a VIP to me. I’m sorry for being shabby. Of course, you’ll be there, but from my point of view, I’m concerned, so please understand.”

“hahahaha, I’m fine.”

Daedroth opened the door as soon as he finished his four legs.

The room had a more luxurious interior, befitting a room serving precious guests.

Among the luxurious furniture and beautiful paintings, she was there.

Sierra.

The sight of her standing in this room was like a painting.

The long, beautiful silk-colored hair and mysterious purple eyes were still the same…

Maybe it was because the object that contained the soul had changed, so the outfit had changed.

The red oriental clothes matched her strangely. Maybe a little more elegant.

Nonetheless, the level of exposure remained.

The breastbone and shoulders are still exposed.

[My disciple. ]

“…”

Sierra comes up to me with a shy voice and hugs me.

Deadros looked at us like that, then raised one corner of his mouth, shrugged, and spat out a word.

“Ha, hugging as soon as we met… I wouldn’t even be able to reach you…”

Contrary to what Daedroth thought, he was able to reach her.

Sierra hugged me so tightly that her overwhelmingly large, puffy breasts were completely pressing against me.

[A week might have been a bit… long…]

I don’t know what else, I was out of breath.