The Regressor and the Blind Saint

Chapter 74

There was such a moment.

The moment you get used to repeated failures, and even if you fail again at some point, you will convince yourself, ‘That’s the case’.

The moment when so-called failure becomes a habit.

At that moment, when you realize that you take failure for granted, the emotion that arises will usually be in the form of vanity.

As for why you say that… . Naturally, it is because Renee is thinking of such vainness now.

gang-!

The sound of a hammer resounding throughout the forge. It was the sound of the doban starting work.

As Renee sat next to Vera in the smithy’s backyard and listened to the sound, he suddenly felt a sigh of relief.

‘Well then… .’

There was no progress in his relationship with Vera.

Rene, who had been imagining all kinds of imaginings in her head early in the morning and recalling hopes for the progress of the relationship, saw Vera’s attitude toward her with the same attitude as usual, and her self-confidence with it. I felt a deep sense of despair.

Seriously, how am I supposed to express this?

While I was thinking of wanting to have a deeper relationship with Vera, I was afraid that this relationship would collapse at some point. Isn’t there a part that is difficult to express?

Renee, who was thinking about it, suddenly felt a surge of anger.

‘… No, Vera, of course it is.’

It was anger against himself.

It’s not that I don’t know that Vera is that kind of person, and even knowing that, I’ve been in unrequited love for several years, so it’s natural that I should approach myself, but I was angry at myself for not being able to find courage because of this guy’s shyness.

At best, they can hold hands tighter or walk more closely than usual.

Even that couldn’t be done for less than 10 minutes, and the feeling of my heart beating and returning to the original interval again, now it’s really frustrating, isn’t it like a vase?

gang-!

The sound of the hammer continued even though the emotions were so intense.

Renee listened to the sound for a long time, then bit his lips and began to pick out what to say.

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Own courage.

It was a struggle to do it, recalling a never-failing promise to use the rising anger as fuel to make even the slightest appeal to Vera.

The eyebrows narrowed slightly, the lips clenched, and the hands that had been squeaking all the time were clenched.

Vera was looking at Ren, who was struggling with such a thought.

Vera was watching Renee’s actions one by one, remembering the thought that it seems difficult to take his eyes off Renee for some reason these days.

The expression on his face changed from moment to moment to see if he had any concerns, and then the appearance of moaning in the end.

For some reason, there is a corner that catches the eye for nothing because all the appearances overlap with the appearance of asking him to stay by his side the day before.

Vera A heart that even himself does not know well.

At that, Vera’s gaze was unaware of Renee’s gaze, and Renee’s groaning, ignorant of it, was getting worse one morning.

Kaang-!

The hammer was struck and there was a sound. The impact from the hammer rises up the handle and shakes the whole body. The skin heats up in the heat. He takes his breath away.

It was supposed to be a really hard work, but Doban was in a state where none of the sensations that came over his body felt that it was arduous.

It could be said that the reason for this was that he had already become too accustomed to this, and that he had no time to worry about such secondary things because his thoughts were focused on one idea.

Kaang-!

sparks fly The pure white iron changes its shape accordingly.

What fills the mind of a doban who is constantly hammering, the meaning that he remembers as he strikes the sword was the back view of the man who left alone with the sword in the past.

Kaang-!

-I’m going to protect you.

It was just the straight-forward conviction of the man who had the face of a knight, who he had been confronting with sincerity.

Kaang-!

At that moment, Doban felt the sincerity that the man faced with burning heat in his heart.

It would be more accurate to describe it as aspiration. Facing that determination without a single doubt, Doban felt a deep desire to somehow refine that unshakable belief into a material.

Kaang-!

So there was only that desire.

The pride as a craftsman, the desire to leave a great masterpiece, and all other secondary things were erased from my mind, and only one desire came to mind, and I hit the hammer here.

Kaang-!

It must be said that it is a state of selflessness.

just knocked

Doban erased all his thoughts and pounded his sword for a long time, remembering only one longing.

Kaang-!

So, a masterpiece that will be talked about for a very long time was being born in a shabby blacksmith in the corner of the continent.

It was a sword made of pure white only.

It was a sword that gleamed alone even in the dark night, recalling only a white brilliance.

A really basic straight sword without any embellishments.

Vera, who was holding a sword that seemed crude at first glance, felt a feeling of wonder rising within him.

“… This.”

The words could not be continued for a long time and were cut off with a ‘tuk’.

The sword that Doban completed and held out.

“How did it happen?”

It was a master piece.

There was nothing great or special about it.

The moment I just grabbed the sword, an infinitely near-abstract conviction that this was a ‘completed sword’ came to mind.

don’t show off That way you don’t hide yourself.

Doban’s master piece was just there, shining a white brilliance.

Vera’s gaze turned to Doban. It was a face full of fatigue, yet full of vitality than ever.

Seeing the face that could be felt as a bit out of place, Vera made a blank face.

Doban smirked at Vera, who was so surprised that he couldn’t keep up with his words, that he could tell at a glance.

“Thanks to you, I was able to complete it. I hope this will wipe away all my regrets.”

The regrets that should have been called selfishness and the anxiety that I would not be able to reach the end were all accomplished thanks to this man, so it is a greeting that I should convey.

At the words of thanks that he had done with such a heart, Vera still had a blank face.

Aisha, who had been listening to the conversation until then, shouted out in a voice full of strength in that strange silence where nothing was said.

“I have to thank you a little more! You received our Master’s masterpiece as a gift!”

It is a word that holds pride in tightly as if it was something I did. The expression on his face was arrogant, and his shoulders were in a state of full strength. ears perked up. Also, the tail was straight and straight.

It was just the appearance of a lively girl suitable for her age.

Vera realized only at the sight of the white sword and Aisha.

that he has changed the future.

There will no longer be a demon sword that vomits resentment on this continent, nor a swordsman full of original poison wielding that sword.

But that void will be filled by the old blacksmith and the little girl.

An indescribable emotion arose. It was the feeling of the moment when you realized what you had been protecting.

Vera, who had been robbed all the time, and knew nothing but viciousness, felt his heart pounding as he realized that he had made a step forward in a visible form at this moment.

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Of course, you can’t just say it’s good.

There was no hero who could stand against the Demon King. The Kingdom Union is still in dispute. Other than that, the future will go in a direction that she doesn’t know at all with the vacant space created by the disappearance of Aisha.

It was the right moment to bring up the worry, but Vera didn’t.

Because I have learned something through this job.

‘… What you can do.’

No matter what the moment came, I had to do my best to do what I could.

Without Aisha Dragnov, the master of the magical sword, he would fill that void. It had to fill a bigger space than that.

If the unknown future was approaching, it would be a matter of digging a path for yourself in the future of that moment.

In a way, it’s normal.

Who in the world can move forward with certainty in the future? If you can move forward only when you are certain of the future, who else can be as stupid and cowardly as that?

barely… , barely standing in front of the obvious, Vera uttered those words.

“… What should I call this sword?”

The gaze turned to the doban.

To the words of standing in front of the obvious and standing in the same place as the others, Doban responded that way.

“The Lord will decide. Whoever wields that sword is a marvel.”

“Is that okay?”

“That’s what it should be.”

Dovan laughed.

“The sword is defined by what the one who wields it for is wielding it. Sir Hani, give me a name.”

After saying that, Dovan waited quietly for Vera’s answer.

It was a sword struck for the man in front of him, so he felt it was right to give the man a name appropriate to the path he wanted to walk.

Vera finished speaking and looked at the doban waiting for his answer, then the sword.

What will you wield for

A question came to mind, and then the answer came.

‘The most natural thing to do.’

It was a sword that had to be swung to protect it.

It was a sword he had to wield to protect what was behind his back.

It was the sword that Vera had to wield for the kind of aspiration that Vera had cherished throughout the beginning of this life.

The thought continued again.

Memories of a previous life flashed past.

Now that the magic sword Aisha Dragnov wielded has disappeared, the idea of a replacement for him came to mind.

“… Holy sword.”

So Vera gave it such an arrogant and sloppy name.

“I do it with a holy sword.”

The demon sword that used to pour out resentment is gone, so it would be right to put a holy sword wielding it with faith in its empty place for the future you hope for.

Vera’s gaze turned to Doban.

Doban’s gaze also turned to Vera.

Dovan asked.

“What is that holy sword for?”

A question asking how would you define your masterpiece.

To that, Vera gave such an answer.

“It’s a sword to wield for the sake of the moral that you think is right.”

It didn’t end with coming up with a simple answer.

Vera knew better than anyone in the world the emptiness of a verbal oath, so Vera added a tangible proof to the words he uttered.

It was proof that he could do it with an example.

Vera said, kneeling very cautiously, with a sword resting on one knee.

“I swear.”