Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 84

New Weapons and Nostalgic Faces Part 2

I rushed on the way to the village, but walked slowly on the way back. I was still not in good shape, but I had more than enough confidence in my physical strength.

The technique that defeated Gorgeol…I think it was probably a situation in which my Physical enhancement had gone out of control, but it consumed all my magic power at once and put a considerable load on my body as well.

I had never heard of such a phenomenon, not even from my master, but I wondered if Galbas, who was familiar with weapons, would know anything about it?

After I had arrived at the big town for the first time in a month, the number of guards had increased considerably, probably as a countermeasure against orcs.

I went to the gate without worrying about the guards, as they would not be lifted until it was confirmed that the orc threat had been eliminated.

I went to a stall along the way and bought some wild plants that I had run out of.

Normally, I should have gone to the Adventurers’ Guild and given a brief explanation to the receptionist, but instead, I went to Galbas’s workshop first.

As usual, I entered a backstreet, put on Concealment and moved noiselessly. After checking my surroundings to make sure there were no eyes of the Thieves’ Guilds, I knocked lightly on the door of Galbas’s workshop.

“Galbas, are you there?”

I thought he might be there because I heard hammering from inside, but I didn’t know if he could hear me because of that. I called out to him one more time and went inside, and Galbas, who was working on something in the forge, noticed me and his eyes widened.

“Ash-haired…you’re a wreck, what happened to you?”

The armor Gelf had made was only dirty, but the cloak, which was just leather, was damaged beyond repair and could only be replaced.

“I just finished fighting something. Are my weapons ready? And here, a souvenir.”

“This is…”

When I handed him the hexagonal stick of magical iron that had been my baggage on my shoulder, Galbas received it, stared at it curiously, and let out a groan.

“Hmmm…it’s awfully old. The technology is crude, but the fact that it hasn’t bent or warped even though it’s been used for quite a while means that it’s a very pure magical iron.”

How could he tell that much at a glance?

“Can Galbas make weapons out of this?”

“It’s a lump of magic iron, so it can be used to make all sorts of things…Hey, Ash-haired, where did you get this?”

“The Orc General was using it.”

“What? Orc General?”

“I’ll give you that, but I want to know one thing.”

First, I briefly explained what had happened so far and discussed the runaway physical enhancements, and Galbas, who was beyond dismayed and holding his head in his hands, let out a deep sigh.

“You stupid rascal!! I know it’s impossible to tell adventurers not to be reckless, but… take care of yourself a little bit!”

“I’m sorry…”

“So, you were talking about some strange physical enhancements. I’m only considered a Rank 2 when it comes to combat, but I still know a thing or two about weapons.”

Galbas looked at me with a scolding glare, poured a glass of sake, and slurped it down in one gulp before beginning to talk.

“As far as making weapons are concerned, I make weapons that are designed to be used with Combat Skills. That’s why I did a lot of research when I was young. It was only in the last two thousand years or so that the Combat Skill became what it is today, but even before that, there was something called Primordial Combat Skill being used.”

I see, so what I probably used was Primordial Combat Skill before it was known as physical enhancement and Combat Skill as what people know about it at this era.

The heat from the outburst of physical enhancement could enhance one’s power, but it was a double-edged sword. It was later known that the Combat Skill was a technique to control that outburst by using non-attribute magic and release the power in a single point.

If this were the case, it would not be so easy to create a new Combat Skill of one’s own.

Combat Skill was said to be a simple non-attribute enchantment, but the words it used to activate it were not spirit words, but common words used by humans. On the other hand monsters such as orcs were able to use Combat Skill not with words, but with roars.

In other words, it was no different from the activation words used in ordinary magic, such as fire arrows and stone shot. The reason why it was necessary to say it out loud was because the meaning of the invocation word itself was magic.

The words with the meaning had to be recognized by a [spirit] and became powerful enough to be on the level of the spirit language of this world. Just like how magic power could be invoked as magic even if the chanting was removed as long as the correct meaning was understood by the person who wanted to activate the magic. Similarly, if the effects of techniques on the same level as combat skills and actual Combat Skill were understood correctly, even a shout could invoke it.

Our ancestors spent many years trying to do something about runaway heat, and as a result, the Combat Skill that existed today was created after the spirits had recognized it.

Just as it was not possible to create a weapon only by finding ore, it would take several decades for the Combat Skill to take shape, even if I repeated the trial and error process on a whim. Even if I was lucky enough to complete it, I didn’t think it would surpass existing Combat Skill.

Incidentally, the reason why Gorgeol’s Combat Skill was so powerful was because it was said that Combat Skills of Rank 5 and above were created by spirits for heroes who maintained the balance of the world.

In short, the current Combat Skill was a stabilized version of the Primordial unstable physical enhancement, and if you wanted to become strong and stable, the fastest way was to use the current Combat Skill.

In conclusion, I couldn’t make Combat Skill of my own. But then, couldn’t we control the runaway heat itself as it was…

“If you want to know about magic, ask someone else. You have your own master of magic, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I’ve finished making and repairing the weapons. First, here’s the knife of magical iron that you entrusted to me. Try holding it.”

“Yes.”

The knife that I had entrusted my life to for the past two and a half years returned to my hand. When I gripped it, I was surprised to find that it was no longer a thin handle that a child could use with both hands, but was back to a thick grip that could be handled with one hand by an adult, and I was amazed at how it felt like it was stuck in my hand.

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“Can I test it?”

“Try cutting this firewood.”

He tossed the firewood into the air, so without any hesitation I stepped forward and swung the knife, and the firewood was sliced in two as if it had been split with a machete.

The black blade, now as good as new, was no longer dull, and its center of gravity had shifted slightly toward the tip, increasing power while still maintaining the sharpness.

“Un…it’s great. Now then, the dagger I borrowed…”

“Oh, I’ll get that one fixed up too. Just give me one more day.”

“Isn’t that a replacement weapon?”

As I said this, Galbas pulled the black dagger from its sheath and frowned.

“It’s covered in nicks after only a month… Well, it’s only natural knowing that you’ve been through fighting a higher orc species…. Listen, Ash-haired. This iron dagger is a partner weapon designed to be used with your black knife. Would you be okay with that?”

“Hmm, yes, if it weren’t for this dagger, I might have lost the battle against orcs.”

I believed that it was this weapon that allowed me to withstand that last blow.

“Then use it. That knife and dagger are partners. So if you don’t use them together, I’ll only feel sorry for them.”

“Okay.”

He really was a good-natured, grumpy old man.

“And look at this new weapon you asked me for!”

Galbas’ eyes lit up like a child showing off his toy, as he spread the package he was holding on the table.

“Four?”

The new blades of pendulums I had asked Galbas for had four different types for some reason.

“You use them in different ways for different purposes, don’t you? I made a variety of them for different purposes.”

General-purpose type. A diamond-shaped pendulum with a sharp edge and a certain amount of weight, it could be used for slashing, but it was basically used for piercing, so it should work the same way as before.

Slash Type. A circular blade like a Chakram, it ripped like a razor and slashed like an axe, depending on the speed of centrifugal force as it revolved around the wielder.

Scythe Type. A sickle shaped like an anchor, which, like the Slash Type, could be swung around and pulled back to kill a living creature with a single blow.

Heavy Type. Thick, with cross-like shape and could be used for striking, and its slightly pointed corners could be used like a hammer that could even crack or shatter skulls.

“You know how to use them, right? I’ve made a mold for each of them, and I should be able to make some spares soon. You also got some new materials as well, Gahaha.”

Galbas said, and tapped the hexagonal bar of magic iron with his hand.

“Thanks.”

“You idiot, it’s a hundred years too early for a kid to be so reserved!”

A little chuckle escaped Galbas, who deliberately talked back to me.

“And I’d like a throwing knife, even if it’s ready-made…”

When I turned my attention to the shelves lined with weapons, I felt a look from behind me and a strange feeling of concealment from the entrance, so I pulled my knife from the slit of my skirt and threw it at the presence. The presence shook slightly and the knife I had thrown was repelled.

I knew that that person was quite skilled, so I held up my knife to protect Galbas, but before I could get a good look at the person, his presence seeped out of the scenery, and he suddenly started shouting out in a panic.

“Wait, wait! I finally found you, but you’re trying to kill your mentor, Aria!”

“Viro?”

The man who appeared was Viro, the Rank 4 adventurer who had brought me out of this town and trained me in the art of scouting.

Why was he here? But…just now he said, “I found you.”

At that moment, she turned on all her body enhancements and pointed a black knife at Viro with a murderous intent.

“Was it the organization that asked for it? Or was it the Thieves’ Guild?”

I muttered quietly, and Viro shook his head hurriedly.

“Listen to me! I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you for a personal favor.”

“…”

A favor? I felt it was more like trouble again.