The Regressor and the Blind Saint

A few days later, at the beginning of the Keloy Mountains.

In the village at the beginning of the mountain range, Vera watched Renee healing the prisoners.

Renee, who healed the wounded by wearing pure white divine nature, had the appearance of an irrefutable saint.

A look that stands out from the moment he left the Great Forest.

Has his confidence in himself been strengthened by saving Aidrin?

There was still a freshness that felt like a little bit of money, but in the meantime, the benevolence revealed when she showed treatment for the people of Irie made Vera feel her growth.

It wouldn’t be easy to sit down and watch the patients all the time, but while Vera looked dazed as he smiled the whole time, the last patient left.

“Vera?”

“Yes.”

Vera wiped away his dazed look at the voice calling him and approached Renee.

“thank you for your effort.”

“no. I do it because I like it.”

“Awesome.”

“What, just like this.”

A look of embarrassment rested on Renee’s face. Vera responded to Renee’s seemingly insignificant remarks.

“Not at all. Just for doing things for others with a smile, St. Mary deserves praise… .”

“… stop.”

“Yes.”

Renee let out a small sigh at Vera’s attitude as he bit his tail and drooped and supported him.

It was a sigh from his love that had hardly progressed even though it was a dramatic event, well over a month after leaving the country.

How are you so supreme? Renee suddenly thought, ‘If I say I will ascend to heaven from this place, won’t Vera bow down?’ I trembled finely at the thought of that, then continued.

“Sir Norn and Hela?”

“I went to find out about Doban. It is the beginning of the mountain range, so I sent it in the hope that someone might know.”

“ah… .”

I think I’ll have to find that person too.

Before entering the realm, Renee continued to speak with a troubled expression, remembering later that he had decided to find a craftsman to process Proden.

“… I should have asked Frieden-nim for more details. It must be difficult to find with just one name, Doban.”

“Isn’t there a reason you gave me only your name? He must be that famous.”

“Still, Sir Norn and Hela are suffering.”

“Caring… .”

“Do not do that.”

“Yes.”

A sigh escaped Renee’s mouth again, and the depths of water rested on Vera’s face.

‘Are you very tired?’

René’s mind was filled with worries that came to mind without even knowing it.

*

“It is said that Doban sets up a blacksmith shop on the peak that can be seen when he crosses two passes like this.”

It was Norn’s words.

Vera nodded, loaded the wagon, and said to Renee.

“It will arrive within today.”

“That’s fortunate. Are you leaving right away?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to do that to get there before the sun goes down.”

“Yes, then, everyone, please suffer a little more.”

Renee smiled a little and said so. I’m sorry that you always suffer as much as your share, the words I always say.

“It has to be done.”

The return was the same blunt answer as usual.

After a little while, the preparations for departure were finished, and after a little while, ‘Dumpling-!’ The wagon started with a vibration.

Renee wiggled his fingers and rolled his head at the presence of Vera right next to him.

It’s because of the thought of creating a topic to talk about.

In Daesu Forest, the situation was so bad that I couldn’t make progress in the relationship because I was so nervous about it.

A long thought ensued.

What words should I bring out? What topic should we talk about?

You should not talk about the Holy Kingdom or the person who healed you.

If you bring up such a story, the praise of that guy that makes your head pound again will follow.

‘An old story?’

This is also impossible. Vera doesn’t like talking about his past, so it’s just an awkward atmosphere.

I’ve been thinking about it for so long.

‘ah.’

Renee came up with a conversation topic that looked very good and created a harmony.

“Vera.”

“Yes.”

“Vera makes swords out of proden?”

The words he spoke after recalling that he had broken his sword in the battle with Gilly.

He was told he was using the sword he had brought with him, but Renee clearly remembered the bruises in Vera’s voice as he spoke those words.

“Yes, I would like to request a sword as long as the doban accepts the request.”

“I hope you like it! Well, I heard that knights have a desire for a famous sword.”

Vera pondered for a moment at Renee’s words, then spat out an answer.

“I don’t know if I should call it a romance, but it certainly has a different taste, so it’s fun to write.”

“Oh, have you tried it?”

“Yeah, just a minute.”

For Vera, it was an answer he made while recalling his past life.

The only hobby he had for spending money was that he was stingy about spending it because he was crazy about collecting money. That was the job of gathering armaments.

Vera was a man who knew better than anyone on the continent how much utility a good armament had.

So, if I stopped by the Empire during the journey, I thought about whether I should get the armament I used in my previous life, but that problem has disappeared now that I got Proden.

Vera continued to speak in a tone a little more relaxed than usual with the joy that came to mind.

“Personally, I have high expectations for Freden. It’s not a mineral you can get if you want to.”

“Is it that precious?”

“Yes, the supply itself is close to zero, as it is a mineral that is formed by the condensing of the mysteries of the ice wall at the northern tip over hundreds of years. So, once it goes up for auction, it is often sold at the same price as a mansion in the center of the imperial capital.”

“… Oh my gosh.”

Renee made a surprised expression. It was astonishing that a single stone small enough to be loaded on this wagon had such a value.

“There are quite a few craftsmen who can handle Proden. You could say that Friede is lucky to know the father-in-law.”

“I was really lucky.”

“Yes, if you live in the Keloy Mountains, you must be a beast… . As far as I know, there are no craftsmen, so I am curious.”

It was an unbelievably long sentence.

Renee burst into laughter at the bright expression in those words.

Did you have bean pods?

Vera, who was excited, felt like a boy, and inadvertently thought of ‘cute’.

‘Hmmm… .’

Vera likes sword stories.

Renee engraved that fact in the corner of his head, and listened to Vera’s next words.

*

A small pillbox that entered the Keloy Mountains and crossed two passes.

Taang-! Taang-!

Renee lifted her head and opened her mouth to the light sound that resonated in all directions.

“Are you here?”

“Yeah, I think it’s right to see the metal pieces scattered all over the yard.”

From things like farm implements to tools for hunting, and occasionally a sword. All kinds of iron tools were scattered in the yard of the mook.

Vera carefully explained to Renee the appearance of the prison in front of him, then he shouted loudly inward.

“Are you there!”

Taang-!

He spoke quite loudly, but his voice quickly disappeared, buried by the sound of metal coming from inside.

Vera was about to scream again at him.

“Who is it?”

Someone from the back of the yard, not the door of the prison, poked his head out and said that.

Vera shifted his gaze to the voice he heard and narrowed his eyes at the image in front of him.

‘kid?’

The triangular cat ears were erected above the head of a beautician girl with short stature, a fresh impression, blonde hair, and blue eyes.

‘Is it a cat and a beast?’

As the thoughts continued, the girl asked the question again with a look of caution.

“Who are you asking? can’t you speak Are you dumb?”

aggressive tone of voice. Vera’s expression frowned at him.

“Oh, is this the blacksmith where Dovan-sama lives? I came here because I wanted to entrust you with a commission.”

Renee, who felt the sign, spoke quickly.

After carefully examining Renee and Vera, and Norn and Hela standing behind them, the Beast Girl continued speaking in a blunt tone.

“Wait for a moment. I will call you, Master.”

‘Tadak-!’ And the way you go inside the prison is pretty quick.

“I am a cat and beast. I see you talking… .”

“You seem to be Doban’s disciple.”

“… Yes.”

Vera’s gaze turned to the entrance to the prison again. In my mind, the blunt face of the girl who had disappeared before came to mind.

‘Somewhere… .’

It was a familiar face, as if for some reason.

*

Doban came out after some time had passed.

Kirik-!

the sound of something being attracted. As Renee tilted his head at the sound, Vera carefully recited the cause of the sound.

“… It is a wheelchair.”

Vera watched the old beast roll out of the chair’s wheels, and then continued.

“He’s a bear beast. What you see is… . You seem to be unable to walk.”

Startle. Renee shook her head and nodded slightly.

Soon after, Suin opened her mouth.

“I heard you are looking for me. Who are you?”

deep voice. Renee raised a small smile at the voice she heard and opened her mouth.

“Mr Dovan?”

“exactly.”

“hello. I came here because I wanted to entrust the quest… . Could it be that I am being rude?”

“Oh, you were a guest. come in at once Sorry to keep you standing.”

Kirik-. With a sound, Doban moved away from the entrance. Renee took Vera’s hand and slowly entered the entrance.

The first thing Renee felt when he entered the smithy was the warmth of the whole space.

Maybe it’s because I’m working on it right up to the moment, so it’s hot.

“Will you follow me? This is not a good place to have a conversation. I will guide you inside me.”

“Ah yes.”

The room was about ten steps away from the entrance.

As Renee, who entered the room, relaxed his expression as he felt the heat he had felt until just before suddenly disappear, Doban’s words followed.

“It seems that the disciple has mistreated a little. apologize for me These days, the truth is attached to me and I have become sensitive.”

“no. Well, since humans came from where the prisoners live, it can be.”

“Thank you for understanding. Come on, take a seat.”

Renee continued to think with a small laugh at Doban’s formal words. I thought that I was a different person from the image of a blacksmith I had imagined.

Isn’t that usually the case? When you think of a blacksmith, doesn’t the image of a spunky and fiery person come to mind?

René, who had guessed that Doban was also a person of that kind, uttered a small apology to Doban’s kind words, and sat down to the seat he guided.

“Yes, what kind of quest did you come here to entrust?”

“I want to ask you for a sword. This person will write it here.”

Vera bowed his head to Dovan at Renee’s words and spoke.

“I heard you can handle Freden.”

“Well?”

“I came here because of Friede’s introduction.”

“Ah, that bastard.”

“Puffy… !”

A laugh escaped Renee’s lips. It was an instantaneous laugh that came out of the word “gwijang” that I had heard.

“Ah, sorry… .”

“What are you sorry for? No one here would be offended by that.”

Renee blushed in embarrassment and bowed her head. Dovan answered Renee’s words casually, then turned to Vera and spoke again.

“Yeah, I know how to handle it. Just give me a start-up fee and I’ll do it. It will take some time though, so please forgive me for that.”

That was a cool answer.

Vera nodded, satisfied with what was going on quickly.

“Anyway.”

“Do you have any form you want?”

“I wish it was a straight sword. The length….”

It would be better to make it in a familiar form.

Vera, who had such an idea, continued explaining to Dovan.

click-!

The door to the closed room opened.

The one who enters is a girl who is the cat beast that I saw just before.

The girl, who had thought that Vera was familiar for some reason, walked in with a shriveled expression and looked into Doban’s eyes.

Doban made a stern expression on the girl’s face and continued with those words.

“Aisha, if you’ve been rude to the customer, shouldn’t you be apologizing?”

rattle-. Vera’s body shook at the words he heard. He shook his head and turned towards the girl.

‘Aisha.’

It was because he realized the identity of the sense of paralysis belatedly by the girl’s name.

Vera’s gaze ran across the girl’s face.

blond hair. Cheongan. A cat with sharp eyes.

What he knew was that he looked a little younger than he was, but he was certain. I couldn’t know because it was an opponent I had actually fought with.

Vera looked at the girl, sighing at his own stupidity that he had only now realized the girl’s identity.

‘… Aisha Dragnov.’

A hero who was called the master of the quick sword.

That girl was Aisha Dragnov, the master of the magic sword.