358 356 Begin analysis (2/2)
”I'll tell you that later, too. It's just that you didn't kill him. After that, he couldn't do it in battle with the evil man.”
”Right...... Okay, I'll rent a room.”
”If you're hungry, go to the dining room. If you order the Golem, they'll give you something.”
”Oh.”
And Groundlers looked quiet and went up the stairs. I guess the upstairs floor is the living space. Alistair, who dropped it off, only gave me a troubled look for a moment, but soon turned to me and Fran with a serious look.
”Well, let's just start restoring the master. I think I'm just leaving it as it is, because my athletes are stressed out.”
”Mm-hmm. Please”
”Please.”
”Master can't talk. More than that, first of all, the restoration of your body. I don't even know if I should simply repair it, so I take a sample and do an analysis. So, repair in a way that is not too burdensome for the master, while adding missing materials. All right?”
Yeah, Fran's in a totally pungent state. However, there would be no one more familiar with and good at than Alistair when it comes to repairing weapons. Then I'll take care of everything.
”I'll take care of it”
”... in the meantime, do you want to wrap your reading string around it”
Alistair wrapped her reading string around my pattern. This makes it somewhat easier to talk to the two of them. I have to get the francs to grip the strings every time.
”Fran, put your master on the table there”
”Mmm.”
”Then start analyzing. What about Fran? Why don't you prepare a meal?
”Fine. I'm watching.”
”Okay.”
And the analysis by Alistair began. Alistair uses a variety of sorceries, skills, and magic props on me, placed on a table made of a strange metal material. The amazing thing would be that they are all appraisal and analytical stuff. It's amazing to be able to use all that type of information and to process all that information and use it effectively.
It's mecha plain from the outside, though. 'Cause you just lay your hands on a half-baked sword and stand still.
This is going to get Fran tired of fast-tracking. That's what I was thinking, 10 minutes later, 20 minutes later, Fran remained staring at Alistair doing the work.
I don't see how drowsiness strikes me, or how I get bored and softened out. I guess that's all you're saying is that you're taking me seriously. I may be careless, but I'm just a little bit happier. Because I felt like Fran loved me again.
1 hour later. Looks like Alistair's analysis is finally over. Alistair shrugged as she wetted the sweat on her forehead.
”Is the metal part oleicalcos after all”
”Oleicalcos?”
”You're a special metal, which can only be produced by a divine blacksmith. A human without the right knowledge would only think of it as a halmolium-based alloy, but if processed with a special technique, it would also be a material of the divine sword, a metal of God.”
You've heard that name before in Ulmut.
”Am I made of that metal?
”Yes.”
”So the man who made the master is a divine blacksmith?
”No, it's also possible that I just got the oleicalcos made by a divine blacksmith in some way”
I accidentally uttered a word of denial. Maybe an awesome sword made by a divine blacksmith? What an expectation, the damage comes from being big when it's different.
But Alistair further denies my words of denial.
”No, I can't handle Oreicalcos so perfectly unless I'm a divine blacksmith. At least the Master's exterior will be handled by a divine blacksmith.”
”Huh? Well, I'm a divine sword...?
”That's different, too. I don't have a name.”
Yes, I knew you shouldn't have expected it -. Right, because it was made by a divine blacksmith, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a divine sword.
”No, I don't think it's unmarked, I think it's shredded”
”Shredded?
'It originally had some kind of name, but you mean it was erased?
”Actually, I have just a few thoughts on where the master came from”