The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

You will live in the master's mansion, and I will replicate the blacksmith room in the distance into a workshop of my choice.

It is a great pleasure to live with Shuya, a great master who welcomed me into the family of his chosen family.

And between the labyrinth and the lecturer's work, don't tell the master and start modifying Eva's demon-guided wheelchair. Rebecca was also visiting.

"The candlestick looks like a yellow magic prop with a flame is beautiful... it's gradually turning into a workshop room, but isn't it a little too scattered?

"Mm, it's messy, but there's a lot of tools I've never seen. Props wrapped around parchment, this is a bracelet with a fusion of green and black metal? Size for Warganov?

Rebecca and Eva talk as they observe the room.

"Yes, I added a little metal I got from Eva, and now it's just the arm parts, but it's under improvement. More other unknown metals from the labyrinth could do a lot more"

"Heh, some metals are intertwined and like togetherness, but I can only understand that at all, it's amazing... that's Misty, who does the lecturer's job, is also an adventurer and an expert in metals. I can see you like Shuya."

"Thank you, Rebecca. Let me please my master!

I declare forcefully.

Rebecca, when she hears it, shows a little upset.

"... well, hey, but I think I'm trying. But... I do my best too!

"Mmm, Rebecca, I'm not excited"

"Oh, yeah, sorry"

This kid, he's funny...... now he's got pale flames in his eyes again.

I'll write it on my note form right away.

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Brief discussion in Report Rebecca.

I heard about the high elf from her when I was doing something with everyone.

Sometimes, pale flames light up in those beautiful pale eyes. Even if he is unconscious, it can be seen that the power of the high elf indicates his will from within, in conjunction with feelings.

He's actually manipulating the ethereal flame, so I can assume he's using the power of that high elf.

I guess it's extra skilled.

I can analyze it as influencing even though I'm good at flame magic.

It is thanks to her unique power that low-ranking language magic becomes more powerful than advanced magic.

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"... hey, look at my face, I'm writing letters with great momentum, but aren't you going to study them at Eva's?

Rebecca has been asking questions with her pale flames lit.

"Oh, sorry."

"Mm, but is that hand movement Misty's special skill? He was running and writing with an amazing face."

Ah, a little embarrassed.

I'm not really aware of anything else when I'm writing...

"Yeah, just running and writing. I'm going to start experimenting with Eva's magic wheelchair."

During that experiment, he was manipulating the metal he had unconsciously gripped with one hand as he ran to and wrote parchment.

"Mmm, Misty, what's the mark on that metal?

"Really, similar to what's on your forehead?

As Rebecca pointed out, the metal was undergoing the same changes in shape as nature and the crest on my forehead.

He was unconsciously activating the Star Mine Casting (Star Massive Pull).

"... oh, never mind, sometimes this happens"

Shit, shit, shit, again, unknowingly.

"Mmm, okay."

Eva smiles and nods.

But maybe it's connected to that dream... It reminds me of the past at that time.

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I've been studying metal ever since I got my mind on it.

I don't think my brother had a lot of influence, either. But, really, no.

It's a dream you must dream about from a young age, every time, every time. Strange city surrounded by metal.

It was a wonderful city in which the likes of the Warganov and the people with the crest inscribed on their foreheads as we in the Gustave lived together.

I haven't told anyone what this strange dream is about.

Even to the master. You can talk to Shuya, the great Sovereign, but it's a dream without too much clapping, or the environment, or the ancient city? But it was an unusually bright city for artificial sorcery.

So, the sky is also unusually dark.

Sometimes I don't want my head to seem crazy because everything is different.

That's why we're not talking.

The magic dolls (Woganovs) who live in that city are sophisticated in form.

It also felt more conscious and moving than moving faithfully.

I was shocked to see them at a young age.

Sometimes there was a huge separation and difference from my Woganov technology.

More importantly, I didn't feel like I could make such a thing...

It's a dream, but it's not what I want.

I don't know...... shit, shit, shit. and I always thought as a child.

The contents of this strange dream could not be told to my father or mother, nor, of course, to my brother. There's a good reason for that.

Every time I dreamed of an ancient metal city, it was because I handled wonders and metals better… I did my research every day, keeping it to myself, not because of my dreams.

And when I was over eight years old, I finally used Star Mine Casting (Star Massive Pull) to create my first simple golem from scratch.

My father and mother praised me very much for this. Because the treatment of demon steel technology from basic magic manipulation was beyond the realm of adults.

"Misty, that's my boy. Everything's top notch from basic technology."

"You are no less proud of our Gustave family than your brother Zor, the magician."

"Hmm. It's the lineage of God's chosen artisans."

Glad to see my parents smile.

But I have the expertise to make magic puppets (Woganovs) called Star Mine Casting (Star Massive Pull) beyond.

But would a neighborhood over nine years old, such dreams have a rapid development.

Countless forces of darkness pushed against the ancient city where the Warganov and the people lived, destroying all of the city and turning it into a ravaging place for the people and the Warganov. One morning I wake up feeling like a reality event that I don't think is a dream, savoring the freezing scare of myself.

I was sweating my whole body.

Nature and a series of dirty words that my father and mother couldn't fix when they noticed me: cliche shit.

And get out of bed so I can hold my chest palpitations with my hands.

Hurry, I opened the window and the door to the room.

I wanted to get some air outside.

- Good morning, ma'am.

"Morning."

I look out with a careless reply to the servants.

The name of this servant in front of you is Chavez. A dedicated servant with me.

"You don't have an excellent face. Besides, the great crest of the Gustave family on his forehead shines with wonder..."

I didn't know it was glowing.

What does it have to do with dreams?

"... yes. Never mind."

"Yes, ma'am, would you like to wash your face?

"Yeah, please."

Chavez brings in the other servants.

I will wash my face with the simple containers they have prepared for me and the magic of life.

I'll get you dressed.

"I don't want it. Everybody out of the room, please? I want to study."

"Okay."

At this rate we were both distancing ourselves from Chavez.

Naturally, I also don't attend a lot of aristocratic schools on Heka Trail.

I had only taken classes dealing with minimal magic manipulation. You'll learn better when you're studying metal at home.

My father and mother worried me as I pulled and studied all the time.

But Brother Zoll, in his research into making his own ring, showed no interest in me and did not even try to touch me.

When I went on living like that and was over the age of fifteen, I was able to use the black life furnace in the Gustave family to consume magic and create my own magic doll (Woganov) even though the metal jumped and caused earthworm swelling. Not a simple golem, but a real magical guide doll (Woganov).

Of those, I had my favorite, so I decided to tot that name.

"It's a great guide doll (Woganov). Focusing on high-density crystal cores without phoenix horn powder or Demon soft black steel" Soft Black Steel ", using gold hard steel, spiritual steel, spiritual copper thread (organic cupper), wood and straw thread to create a smooth demon guide doll (woganov) so far..."

"That's right, lady."

"It's more than just a demon mine."

"We work in the workshop. Our noses are high, too."

Receive praise from Magic Goldsmiths, Magic Steel Technicians, Magic Armor Puppeteers, and various craftsmen.

I honestly received praise and had fun days of using tots and repeating experiments fusing them with new metals.

And my brother, who I thought was going to marry a ring, married a woman. I was shocked by this.

I didn't know my brother had a woman who was so passionate about making rings...... I didn't know.

She's a beautiful woman named Theta.

They were dating on the Heim River or something.

Shit, shit, shit, explode, brother.

Can I have a man in the future, too? But it's because it's fun to be metallic...... hmm, shit, shit, shit.

Even if we had a new family, we went into research.

When two years went by, my father and mother worried that I couldn't have a man with all that research, or brought me a pageant.

When I'm doing research, I hear the news that my brother's daughter-in-law fell ill.

And a few days later... I was informed he was dead.

My brother's face was stained with despair......

He was my brother I hadn't talked to much about, but he seemed pathetic.

But since then... my brother has gone crazy.

Instead of trying to perform his wife's funeral, he ended up in a sealed container where his wife's remains were used by the magic goldsmiths, and began an unexplained study.

My father and mother, of course, strongly blamed Brother Zoll.

My brother doesn't know, and gradually even my family becomes hostile.

Furthermore, I read and fished through the literature passed down from the ancients of the Gustave family, and gradually became associated with strangers.

Finally, we make a big case.

They slaughtered members of the Magic Alliance.

Zor Gustave, his brother, who killed the descendants of the nobility, was immediately thought to be captured by the Guards, but did not even lean on them… his brother used all the nearby men to kill and experiment and fled the Heka Trail. Leave us something called despair...

My father expels my cursed shitty brother.

But that's not acceptable... The Gustave family was immediately crushed by the shitty Marquis, who dominated the Heka Trail.

All the household possessions and tools, all the gold, were taken together with the aristocracy that brought them to the Marquis.

Having been deprived of everything, my father and mother were banished from the shitty Heka Trail and died in disillusionment in the wandering woods...

I hid my favorite magic doll (Woganov) before it was taken up by the Marquis, so I used it and wandered the woods in a depressing mood...

... Shit, shit, shit brother No, no, don't be ridiculous, shit, shit, shit, heka trail guys hate them too. We haven't done anything, but we've turned our eyes to criminals, to dust, to crumbs, to contempt.

Even the artisans who worked at home do.

Until Chavez...... All the craftsmen who praised me also flee.

It's my shitty brother. Everything in this world felt abhorrent.

This world is full of evil... and stains itself.

Monsters will use Warganov, but merchants will do what they want, but where they are attacking and abandoning themselves, they will be surrounded by bandits and scouted the other way around.

I think I wanted to die back then.

When I'm doing some work with the Bandits, I'm going to meet Shuya.

But he saved me, a crumb I couldn't help myself.

Still, the words of goodbye stick at the bottom of my ear.

A meeting washed of body and mind... a feeling that cannot be expressed by the word benefactor in the end, but if I do not meet him, the master... I...

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"Mmm, misty, tears?

"Ah... yeah, when I was looking at the metal crest, I remembered the old days... by the way, what about Rebecca?

"I went to Balmint's in the courtyard"

"Yes..."

Rebecca seems like an easy type to get tired of not being interested.

Turning his gaze towards the entrance and exit of the workshop where Rebecca left,

"I heard it used to be the Bandits"

Eva asked straight.

"... yeah, I'm a killer..."

Speak in a whisper, deviating from Eva's pure face without being seen.

"Mmm, Misty, don't hesitate. Neither do I. When I came to this city, I was attacked by adventurers who thought I was one of them, and on the contrary, I killed them or halved them."

Eva has an extremely natural face.

Purple eyes are strong. The smile is beautiful, but I associate Reaper with it.

"... naturally. But not in my case, because I was hired by bandits who were attacking caravans, adventurers, innocent people."

"No, I'm forgiven. I understand. Misty reflected heartily and thanked Shuya for her fondness and respect for Shuya, I know."

She comforted me.

What a sweet woman.

I know exactly why Shuya likes her......

I'm sure you're all healed up, and Rebecca seems to be close to Eva.

"Thank you, Eva. This magic wheelchair, let's evolve it now."

"Mm, good luck, Misty"

I nodded and began my work.

Eva, will you put your magic here?

"Mmm, okay."

I see you're fusing with Eva's magic.

It is certain that very advanced technology and unknown magic techniques are used.

Without disassembling the structure of the core of the demonic wheelchair, as an improvement......

If you take out this Almarigit material and inject Eva's magic again, but also synthesize Green Royal Steel (Emeral Fiber) on the axis of Magic Soft Black Steel, you might be able to deform it.

"You have the magic of Gudra trees, Vajra trees and Eva on the axis of spiritual steel connected from the core."

"Mmm, yes, my flesh is also used. It was created by the Dwarves. But Misty is amazing. I spotted the material even though it wasn't an appraisal."

"Hehe, thanks. But then... it's hard to disassemble completely."

The Dwarves who created this demon-guided wheelchair mechanism are amazing.

Made with blood, magic, unknown alchemy materials, numerous craftsmanship skills, and enchant technology from the Demon Steel technology used to make Demon Guided Dolls (Warganovs) ….

Even with magic composite furnaces and new materials, I alone find it difficult to reproduce them completely.

"... to the best of my ability"

Eva saw my complexion, which is rugged, and she hasn't hesitated to talk.

"Copy that. Let's make improvements as far as we can right now."

I also did the lecturer's job while making such improvements.

"You're starting to look like a teacher," he praised, also deepening his interaction with his colleague Leanne, who recently became close.

And when I got home from work one day, I saw Shuya training in the courtyard. There is a yellow spear in my hand.

Could it be some kind of martial arts, spinning the yellow spear around like a brush in my palm from a piercing poke in the void, I kicked that spear up with my feet, and I also did a bunk kick myself in the air high as I chased that kicked spear.

In that air, he summoned the Devil's Sword from his left hand and rotated left like a sword through the sky.

The moment I grabbed the spear I kicked in my right hand while spinning through the air, I was erasing the demon sword in my left hand.

Then, in an orbit such as that made by scaffolding into the universe, flying further into the air, it is ejected diagonally and stabbed to the ground. But I was stopping the chain along the way.

When I wonder what I'm going to do, cleverly, I run out on the chain that was stretching to its cobblestone.

Shuya had a yellow spear on her blade tip as she ran down, poking at the sky and descending on the cobblestone as she swung through the sky, drawing a circle with a spear that maintained a twisted orbit before stopping her movement.

Awesome move...... spear petitioner, no, godspear, too cool......

Oh, you shouldn't. Don't fall in love, I have to write it down.

Write about the power of Shuya, as usual.

The spear is amazing, where does that muscle come from?

Why are the chains stretched?

Because you're the Sovereign of the Light Devil Lucival?

I want blood, but will you let me drink it?

Blood...... Shuya, if I told the master, he would surely acknowledge it.

Love the tender part.

But Eh is joint with everyone, but he hasn't personally... shit, shit, shit.

It made my stupidity a little bigger... so I ended my running and writing there.

Take your gaze off such a shuya,

"Nyah."

"Cucumber ~"

I turned my gaze to the Lord of my lovely voice.

Black Cat (Lolo) and Balmint are hanging out in the corner of the courtyard where the trees are.

Oh, he was transforming into a black leopard figure.

... I wonder if it's mother's boob time.

And I thought, it wasn't...

There was a black leopard (Lolo) peeing on a big tree with the momentum to hear a bushy noise.

He has a face full of unspeakable wild flavors, shaking his butt.

Oh, Balmint imitates it too...

May I entrust Black Leopard (Lolo) with the education of the main balmint?

A little worried. Black leopard (Lolo) was still smelling balmint pee.

Oh, I see, maybe Black Leopard (Lolo) is a good health check.

Maybe not at all.

"... misty, good job"

Such a smile? Watching the sight, the master spoke to me.

"Yeah, right now, you were the only one training? Everybody?"

"Oh, Herme went somewhere with a broken millennial plant and confusion. Yui and Kard are the work of the Dark Alliance. Eva and Rebecca said they would shop, buy new spare leather armor instead of touring the delicious"

But you don't have Vine on your side all the time?

"... I can imagine, but what about Vine?

"Vine is a market research & detective assistant job. Rebecca had heard information from Rebecca that a sleigh group had become active in the liberation market of the tea shop where Rebecca worked and that there were missing persons limited to a large number of teenage women. You think a woman's a kidnapper? That's what I was interested in. Then Vine says," Master, I'll look into it directly. Your husband is waiting for a report. I thought I'd leave it to him once in a while. So I left it to her. They're gonna wash the back of the case, including a sleigh group. Vine would enjoy it because she had a unique grin. "

Heh, it's unusual not to go into a woman thing yourself...

Ma, I know you wanted to train spears on the inside.

Oh, if everyone isn't there... Master, I can monopolize Shuya!

and when you think of shallow thoughts,

"Misty, you didn't awaken your blood magic, let's do it now"

"Oh, yeah."

"Wear thin clothes"

Shuya's gaze got a little jerky, but I'm so glad you see me as a woman.

Copy that. I'm gonna get dressed.

When we go to the main building together after getting dressed, the master orders the maids not to come upstairs.

I went up a spiral staircase with a nice feel of a plate of trees at the end of the hallway, through where there was a fireplace between the plates, exited on the veranda and then headed to where there was a pottery bucket.

When he gave me the bracelet called the Virgin Blade, the master looked at me like I was uncomfortable and explained everything to me.

"You have to put up with the feeling of blood or the pain."

"Well, bear with me."

"Yeah, I'll do my best"

As such, I continue to release blood over time, savoring painful thoughts for a while.

The moment I grabbed my senses,

Skills gained.

Continuing, the Combat Occupation Classes Up to the Blood Steel Puppeteer!

I didn't get any new skills in golem manipulation, but my fighting profession changed.

So this is the blood manipulation...... my legs are so muzzled but surprisingly easy......

"Oh, you've succeeded, or you're sucking away a good pile of blood"

"Ugh."

After that, I expected it because it was just the two of us, but it ended with about a light kiss.

Balmint and the Black Leopard (Lolo) are making a scene, and they've come this far.

Black Leopard (Lolo) is jumping on Shuya and licking her face, and Balmint wings winged and hugs me......

Ugh, shit, shit, shit, cuz he's cute!

Tell Shuya one day, about your dreams too... personally...