Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 661

I dare say that the dwarves’ technological prowess is clearly the best in the world when viewed as a race.

You might think that it’s just a copy of Luming’s helmet, which was completed with extreme compression, but in reality, it’s completely different. Luming’s helmet could only be made with a metal that they developed themselves, but these guys copied it with a completely different material that has nothing to do with it.

“For your convenience, the driving part is divided into each part. You may feel a strange sense of discomfort when deploying it, but that is because the technique is linked and the wearer’s body shape is checked, so you have to get used to it… Oh, and it would be better not to deploy it when someone grabs you.”

“What happens if we unfold it?”

“Unless your finger is made of stone, it will be cut off.”

The dragon general, who was helping him put on his armor, smiled and grabbed his right finger with his left hand as if cutting it with scissors, saying, “I think it’s an unavoidable shortcoming,” and moved his hand again…

No matter how much I think about it, isn’t that an advantage rather than a disadvantage?

It would be a very dirty feeling to have a severed finger inside the armor, but it is no big deal when you are fighting for your life.

“How is it when you deploy it? The weight suddenly increases, and you might feel the center of gravity shifting slightly to the left and right to match the warrior’s swordsmanship.”

“It shakes a little bit, but not enough to be a problem. I think I’ll get used to it after a few times.”

“Thank goodness”

At first, the warriors were just as excited as I was, but when it came time to pay attention to the fine adjustments after wearing them, they all became serious. After repeating the process about fifteen times to make sure there was no problem, leaving the knights behind, who were amazed by the unheard of item called the retractable armor, they sighed in relief and began talking about the magic on the armor one by one.

Of course, since I hadn’t asked for anything, the only thing that could be called a function was the protective magic contained in the gauntlet. What they told me wasn’t related to such a convenient function, but rather to precautions for magic users when using armor made from the byproduct of a dragon.

“Basically, everything about a dragon reacts to magic. When a dragon dies and becomes a corpse, it seems like it loses its functions, but in fact, it doesn’t lose them; it goes into a state of sleep. And our technology starts by awakening those dormant functions.”

The dragon generals explained that it is something that makes it possible to react well to magic, accept it well, and block out unwanted things. In this way, it is close to becoming one with the wearer.

The problem is that all of these are techniques and statistics based on ‘ordinary’ people.

“There is no precedent for handling magic like you, Hero. If magicians heard that you could put magic into a weapon, they would grab you by the back of the neck and dismiss you as nonsense. If the opponent wasn’t you, they would think you were using a different trick even after seeing you in person.”

I don’t know what variables will happen to me, whose method of using magic is by no means ordinary. It could be considered something like a dead dragon wearing a shell, or in the worst case, it could become one with me like a cursed armor.

One of the purposes of my frequent visits was to check if there were any signs of that happening, but since there had been no such thing so far, the generals were also tight-lipped, telling me to contact them whenever I felt something was wrong.

“I’ve said more or less everything about the armor, so now it’s my turn. Everyone, get out of the way. It’s time to show you my masterpiece.”

Except for the three-bearded dragon, he said proudly as he put down the pile bunker and shield that he had modified as I requested.

“As requested, I removed the unnecessary techniques. I also changed the fixing method a bit, and I changed the perforator that was originally integrated with the gauntlet to a form that can be separated and reassembled, and I reworked it along with the shield.”

The pile bunker, which had most of its parts made of dragon bones, was lighter than the existing prototype. At first, I was worried that the pile bunker would be separated every time I used it because of its separation function, but fortunately, that did not happen.

He even modified the fixing method so that I could separate the perforator and shield depending on the situation, even though I didn’t ask for it, and I couldn’t help but be moved when I saw the pile bunker being shot out with a loud noise a couple of times.

At this rate, even the heads of the eroding creatures that are recovering to the point of being annoying will be blown away in one shot. As I thought that and smiled happily, the dragon general with the three-bearded beard nodded while brushing his nose.

“It was an item that I had to give up on because it was ambiguous in performance if I tried to kill its power, and it was hard to find a warrior who could withstand the recoil if I left it as is, but I never thought it would shine in the hands of a warrior like this.”

In fact, I thought it was already a failed weapon at that point, but since it was a useful item for me, I decided to keep my mouth shut. Then, the other dragon general, who seemed to be thinking the same thing as me, looked at the dragon general with a blank expression and handed him a flat disc along with the scabbard.

“Lastly, I have processed the scabbard and dragon scales as you requested. But… Is this really enough? I can’t say for sure that there is a way to refine the holy sword, but if I look through the records, I might find something…”

As promised to Este, the scabbard is made of dragon leather and has a simple yet sophisticated design with only one red bead-shaped jewel embedded in it. It is not an ordinary jewel, but one with a spell engraved on it, so he explained that this alone should be able to block most attacks.

But that’s more of a bonus. What’s important now is the three completely finished original plates of the Yongrin, rather than the scabbard.

“It’s okay for now. If I find a way later, I’ll ask you again.”

The beginning was a change of thinking that came from past memories.

If Lycado evolved by absorbing a piece of Este, wouldn’t it also be able to transform by eating some other metal?

In the first place, Este was a creature born from a mysterious reaction between the remnants of an evil spirit and magical power mixed with a sword that was shattered from the beginning, so I suddenly thought that it was a very possible story.

[So, even if I treat him the same way, it’s difficult···]

Este, who was overjoyed at having a new home, showed a reluctant reaction, but at the same time, she began to try to interact with the Yongrin I had brought her.

The story about this had already been finished, so the attention of the warriors was focused on it. Some warriors were watching the sight of Este shining and the tip of the sword scratching the dragon’s fin and making a noise, and their pupils were moving along with the shaking.

[···Huh? This might work?]

It was truly a pity. If the dragon generals, who were so serious as if they were seeing the discovery of the century, could have heard Este’s foolish voice, they wouldn’t have held their breath so much.

Still, it was a truly strange sight if the guy’s voice could not be heard. The tip of the sword, which was scraping and rumbling, did not leave a single scratch on the dragon’s rim. However, that did not mean that it did not cause any change. It was pulverizing the dragon’s surface here and there like some kind of candy and extracting powder.

“Are you getting any response?”

[It seems like it’s coming… but I don’t know why this is possible.]

As Este responded as if she was dumbfounded, magic flowed in time with her movements, and the Yongrin placed on the table was cut into squares starting from a completely different part that the tip of the sword had not touched. That alone was enough to make the dragon generals’ eyes pop out, but the real surprise came after that.

The powder that was created while being split like that started to rise up the sword. It was such a small amount that at first I thought I was seeing things wrong, but it was clear.

When I cut down Iranolef directly, I had a lot of thoughts because of the phenomenon that didn’t happen, but I had to focus on the current situation as much as possible, so I pushed away the various thoughts that were coming into my head and focused only on the sword.

[Ah, that’s it. I can’t do this anymore.]

But, as if that was meaningless, Este suddenly stopped all movements and declared that she was giving up.

“The end? There’s still a long way to go?”

The brave men who were watching with bated breath at my reaction that was no different from a soliloquy let out a deep sigh.

It’s not like there’s no change at all. A new blue-black circuit-like pattern was engraved on Este’s sword. It doesn’t come off even when scratched with a finger, so it seems like it’s coated with irregularly generated powder from Este’s dragon scales.

However, it is a very small amount compared to the remaining Yongrin. The amount that fell off and turned into powder does not seem to amount to 20%.

“You’re saying that carving some strange pattern is the end of it?”

[How can this be true? Rather, I want to ask what the pattern is. Why is this possible and why does this happen?]

I couldn’t say anything in response because I could feel the sincerity in Este’s voice as she refuted my claims.

“If you don’t know, who··· Ah·”

[ah?]

“I think I know”

It’s not that I said this because I gained some mysterious enlightenment from the patterns carved into the sword. I just naturally learned it after I let my magic flow without thinking.

“I think this is a magic organ.”

As I felt the magical power flowing along the newly engraved pattern and demonstrating efficiency incomparable to before, there was only one thing I could say while looking at Este:

“Aren’t you sure it’s not a real holy sword but a demon sword?”

It was obvious that Este would be furious, but it was a situation that she couldn’t bear without saying it out loud.