Chapter 12 (1/2)

Chapter 12: The Uncle and the Honors Student

Yesterday, Little Elan  served food as if nothing had happened. It was a spicy mapo tofu soup.

Holding such happiness in my hands, I was already completely over my cold.

I did not feel much discomfort, but yesterday, Little Elan and  Little Hairball were driven to run around crazy as if flames were shooting out of their mouths. Until now, those two’s lips were still inflamed.

“Today there wha asolutely no cutosers (Today there were absolutely no customers).”

I guess Little Elan is meticulously avoiding having her lips touch, or else they would probably hurt.

I supported my head and nodded. Soon, it would be dusk. I closed the store.

Although I fell ill because of insufficient magic, I had absolutely no thoughts of abandoning practicing making swords. If I couldn’t soon grasp the skill, I had no way of responding to the crisis that may come soon. For example, if  right now, the real hero were to appear before me, I had no way of giving them a good weapon. As a result, I could ruin the hero.

Like that, I have become inclined to playing the villain’s role.

I did not believe that I couldn’t do it. Honestly, it’s merely sensing the skeleton and making a weapon to match. I only need the right direction, so in theory, there’s still hope.

As before, I didn’t care about severe magic depletion and used all my strength to make swords.

At this time, Ka Luona’s voice sounded out from above my head.

“Are you this fierce every night?”

Such speech that people could easily misunderstand could only come from her.

I turned my head. She stood atop the stone step, looking down from up at high at me.

This time, she wore a light green knitted turtleneck, a light red short skirt, and black tights.

The silver sword was, as usual, worn at her waist.

“If you don’t call out before entering here, be careful that I might mistake you for a thief and chase you away.”

Seeings as she did not look like she came here to fight, I lay down on the ground and spoke.

If your magic power is too different than your physical strength, no matter how much you use magic, the total strength will not increase.

Extreme depletion will cause nerve pain.

She jumped down, noiselessly stepping on to the blue stone bricks like a cat.

“It’s no use. Even If I can’t see, I can’t hear, your aura is still there.”

“Oh.”

She hmmphed after being seen through.

I focused my attention on regulating my breathing, so I had no energy to ask her why she was coming. After the awkwardness persisted for a moment, she said:

“Are you really someone who opened a weapons shop?”

“Of course. Don’t tell me I seem like someone who buys and sells little girls?”

She said somewhat unhappily:

“But you might be stronger than my teacher. I graduated with the highest grades, but I still lost to you.”

She sounded like she was unwilling to resign, but she obediently recognized her defeat like a good kid.

“So, you have been following me?”

I did not use an interrogating tone. Of course, I also did not have any intentions of rebuking her.

If you want to see clearly the reason behind a strong person’s strength, the best method is observation.

“But there seems to be nothing different about you from other people. I also could not observe your strength. I only saw you possessing skills in forging weapons, that’s all.

Her words held such a “How could this be, how could the answer to the question be this”-type tone. As expected, she still hasn’t given up.

“How long has it been since you graduated?”

“A year and a half.”