7th Demon Prince Jilbagias’ Chronicle of Demon Kingdom Toppling

Chapter 60.2

60.2 Magic Smithy

Garounya untied a huge bundle that she carried with her on the table the moment I signaled to her.

「ooh, this is――」

「White dragon’s scale.」

And revealed heaps of shiny silver scales. Feeling the remnant of the magical power of light in those scales, even the dwarves who were in the middle of doing their job raised their faces and looked in our direction.

As if the air of sarcasm from before was a lie, Ficelle quickly grabbed one of the scales and observed it with the light from the hearth with the eyes of a top craftsman.

「Splendid… Just who in the world managed to defeat the white dragon?」

「It’s me, I hunted him down. We happen to stumble upon a white dragon and barely made it out alive.」

「You kill him by yourself?… This should be from a rather high-rank dragon though.」

「As expected of a craftsman, you can even tell that huh. It’s the patriarch of the white dragons―― It seems his name is Faravugi.」

Ficelle’s body became frozen stiff.

「… I see.」

His eyes opened wide for a moment―― And then closed slowly, preventing me from seeing through his emotion.

「So, what do you want to make with this?」

「Scale mail. Give it strong hex resistance and magic resistance. Can you do it?」

「It’s technically possible.」

Ficelle nodded lightly as he gave such a blunt answer.

「But this is really splendid material. You will need to prepare equal compensation for this.」

「Dwarven’s law huh.」

「Aye. This is something that we won’t yield even if the customer is Your Majesty Demon King or Gods.」

Dwarven’s law was only a rule.

It was one of the limitations for the dwarf who sublimated their smithing skill into magic.

They’re required to demand suitable compensation from their customer, except when they made something for themselves. Only after they received their proper compensation did the product they were given show its true value.

Naturally, one could snatch the dwarven’s product by force too.

But doing so would make the product―― Lose its luster. The effect was even more imminent when the said product was a magic item.

And the ancestor of dwarves who created this magic did guarantee the status of craftsmen to this day.

「What kind of payment are they normally asking for?」

I asked Sofia instead of Ficelle.

「Precious metal, gem loaded with magical power, improvement of the treatment, treatment for the casualty. And very rarely, the release of the prisoner.」

「Hou.」

I muttered in amazement as I looked at Ficelle.

「Then, how about I give you an arm as compensation?」

「This wound is caused by a powerful curse from a devil.」

Ficelle turned up his sleeve with a rather disappointed face. There was a seal made of solid, enchanted metal fixed on his shoulder.

「It’s curse poison that caused the wound to rot. It’s sealed right now but, it still encroaches my body bit by bit. Reiju clan’s transpose curse doesn’t work on this wound, it must be treated with purification with light attribute.」

It was as if he told me, the likes of you couldn’t treat this kind of wound.

「Then I might be able to do something about it.」

I held Liliana who was lying down on my feet and raised her up.

「Woof?」

「… Is she?… No, no way.」

Ficelle who looked at Liliana seems to be able to see the magical power of light in her.

「Correct. She’s the high-elf saint. I destroyed her ego and turned her into my dog.」

「…」

Liliana looked curiously at Ficelle’s dumbfounded face and then licked my cheek.

「And as you can see, she’s really attached to me.」

「…」

Despite the complex emotion he felt about the situation, Ficelle was looking at Liliana who dressed scantily as if he was pitying―― And sympathized with her situation.

「This one’s purification of light should be able to counter that curse. I’ll use the transpose curse on you after that. Appearance-wise, you seem to be quite skilled as a blacksmith. Giving back your life’s purpose as a craftsman should be something with immeasurable value right?」

――Ficelle accepted my offer.

When Liliana licked his wound―― Something that caused Ficelle to feel super awkward―― The devil’s curse that ate away into his wound vanished with a puff.

I didn’t waste any time and took over his wound. The meat on Ficelle’s shoulder swelled up and took the form of an arm, my arm on the other hand rotted away, wrinkled, and crumbled down.

It was so fu*cking painful, the dwarves around us, including Ficelle himself pulled away from me.

And lastly, Liliana licked my wound while raising a cry, regrowing my arm to normal. But man, that was a painful experience…

「… I will make splendid armor for you.」

Said Ficelle after a moment of silence as he tested his newly grown right arm.

He might be thinking something along the lines of how much damage I would create in the alliance while I was wearing the completed armor.

I know how you are feeling buddy!!

「In addition, I have another business for coming to this place.」

「… What is your other business, Your Highness?」

「I want a sword.」

「… Eh?」

This time, Ficelle was truly dumbfounded, even the other dwarves stopped working for a moment as if they couldn’t believe what they just heard. The noisy smithy was enveloped in silence for a while after that.

「The truth is――」

I summarized my situation to him. The other dwarves muttered 「Never thought of that idea」 or 「Sounds interesting」 among themselves when I explained my inspiration about using a sword for the tip of my spear.

「There’s no problem of course but… Sword, is it? What kind of sword you’re looking for?」

「U~hm, come to think of it…」

I was troubled again.

「Actually I also need some input from your side for the kind of sword that I need.」

「Uhm… Can you do a demonstration for me?」

Ficelle stood up and then opened the metal door nearby.

「This is the warehouse, take a sword for a demonstration from inside.」

――There was a jumbled mess of old armor and armament inside that room.

「They are ownerless armaments retrieved from the battlefield.」

Said Ficelle with a forlorn look on his face.

「We’re using it mainly for raw material. You should be able to find several swords inside. Try to see which one matches your hand――」

… I’ve already ignored Ficelle’s remark from midway.