357 355 On the road with Alistair (1/2)

The hall of Alistair seemed to be east from the dungeon. Golem carriages continue along the border mountains.

”Well, let me talk to you lightly on the road?

”Over there, okay?

What Fran cares about is your seat. I'm totally on horse-shaped golem right now. Even if you remember the way, are you okay with the Warcraft or something?

”I'm fine. There is a powerful warcraft-exclusive junction. Bandits aren't around here without warning to attack Atashi's carriage. No, you're gone. Kukuku.”

They had a lot going on. Well, if a divine blacksmith says it's okay without you, I'll believe it. Besides, outside, Ursi is also walking side by side. Wolsi will kick your ass if you have to.

”So, first, I'd like to ask you about the master?

”... n”

Even as I snorted, now Fran sees Ground Lars. I suppose you thought it might be easier for me to talk to you. Then Alistair took the strangely shaped tool out of the item bag, maybe a metre string?

”This is an item that allows conversation in a conversation. Well, it's an unfinished product that says you have to touch the string and if it's over a meter long, you won't be able to get readings as soon as possible. That's a good tool for a few of us to talk to each other in private, right?

Fran and Alistair, sitting side by side on the wayside between the carriage walls, grab each end of the string. I also wrapped one around my pattern, which is hugged by Fran. So the string was critical in length. I see, this will have to be used more closely.

(What do you say? Can you hear me?)

(n)

”I hear you.”

Thanks to talking carefully about the effect of the item, there is no pain. This seemed like a normal conversation. I mean, it works exactly for me with the sword, too.

(Well, I'll ask again. I want to hear about the master himself. producers or about the production era)

We decided to answer honestly to what was asked. They're gonna fix it, and the other guy's a divine blacksmith. Bad lies will be dispelled. Besides, you might know my roots, and I decided I shouldn't lie.

That said, I really don't know anything about my own producer. There was not much we could talk about. To answer that honestly, Alistair speaks a surprising word.

(Really... the master was originally human, wasn't he?

”Wow, you know what I mean?

Oh, my God, I already found out before I explained it to you. Why not? Maybe if it's an appraisal used by a divine blacksmith, it even shows the item that I'm originally human?

(No, because even I can't make artificial souls that can answer at the master level. Besides, I saw the shape of my soul and it didn't look artificial no matter what I thought)

Apparently, Jean the Necromancer possessed a unique skill, soul-spirited, eye-like, ability to see the soul. I don't know, but I guess that soul has many different shapes, too.

(To answer too much human, a soul that looks just like a man. It's convincing to think that you were originally a person, not a person. Well, that leaves me wondering)

”Like what?”

(The technique of sealing a man's soul in a sword is unclear. You got a god blacksmith's balls? We don't know what method we used)

In the end, that's where you're going. Who lodged me in the sword? Is it the producer of the sword, or is it someone different again?

(If you do the analysis in Atashi Hall, you may know what it is. Let's leave it behind. Yeah, I can't help but look forward to it now. Kuku)

Alistair sounds pretty commonsense, but you're a little scared of your eyes looking at me. He's got eyes like a child given a new toy.

(Well, next time I want to ask you something since I met Fran, okay?

”Ah, oh. Don't worry, I remember you properly.”

That said, Fran fell asleep at some point. You thought it was strangely important. I guess I'm tired of crying.

(Will I hear from Fran later?)

”Bad. I'll answer as much as I can.”