The Regressor and the Blind Saint

Aisha felt speechless.

‘no… .’

Why does the person who used to just laugh before suddenly change his attitude like this? Could it be that she was a sick woman?

As such thoughts came to mind, Renee spoke again.

“Don’t take any interest in Vera. Vera is the one who will be leaving ‘with me’ soon.”

I wasn’t interested.

What is that escort that you are interested in? The atmosphere is gloomy, the face is nervous, and above all else.

‘You don’t even have hair on your ears, do you?’

Why would you be interested in a person with no hair in your ears?

Aisha was angry. To make yourself into a monster who likes people with no ears, or to suddenly shoot yourself like this.

However, there was a question that came to mind in the meantime… .

‘… Do you really like it?’

No, I’m not kidding, do you really like it? Who doesn’t have hair on his ears? How the hell did your taste turn out to be able to like someone like that?

“Would you like to say something?”

Renee raised her chin.

Aisha didn’t know what to answer, and while she was a parent, she felt proud of herself that she might lose the fight if she continued like this.

He had a sly smile on his lips.

“Well? Aren’t you supposed to listen to that man?”

“Wow, what?!”

Take it out! Renee shouted.

His face was red and his shoulders were shaking.

Aisha felt that the initiative had passed to her, and then uttered the words of the mercenary commander uncle.

“How can a person live on only home-cooked food? They also eat out and do that!”

To be honest, I didn’t really know what he meant, but Aisha clearly remembered that when the mercenary commander said this, her sister, who had always followed the captain, was angry.

Surely that blind woman would be angry too.

Aisha’s thoughts were not wrong.

Renee paused at the words he heard and started making an expression as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

“Oh, no… .”

Renee was speechless.

Renee wasn’t so stupid that she didn’t even know what Aisha meant.

Judging by the context of the conversation, that home-cooked meal would be her, and eating out would be Aisha.

Yes. Aisha is now declaring war to take Vera.

“Damn, unscrupulous!”

very angry voice.

Aisha’s head tilted at him.

‘suddenly?’

It was natural for Aisha who just spit it out without knowing what she had said.

In the midst of that, another desperate picture was popping up in Renee’s mind.

Vera was turning his back on him and walking away. Next to him was a small woman with her cat’s ears pricked, and the woman who had been staring at her for a while turned her head toward her, grinned and uttered these words.

– Nyan.

surprise-!

Renee’s shoulders shook.

His head was hot and his emotions were boiling.

It was so embarrassing. I’ve only been able to hold hands yet, I haven’t hugged yet, I haven’t been able to kiss. Why are you trying to take Vera?

I was so sad that I felt like crying. No, it was already coming out a little.

I could have said something like this, but Renee also had something to say.

Isn’t this time different from the times of the fairies? If it was purely his delusion then, in this case, the opponent is even declaring war in front of him.

Moreover, it is older. There was a sense of skill in the words he spoke.

It is a crisis in a crisis.

“Hey… !”

A suppressed cry came out of Renee’s mouth.

Confusion appeared on Aisha’s face at that.

“Uh, huh?”

“👌… ! hi… !”

Aisha forgot that she was angry until just before the sight of Renee who was suddenly about to burst out crying, and started making a face that looked like she couldn’t help it.

“Hey, hey… . Why are you crying… .”

“Ugh… . uh huh… .”

Tears welled up in Renee’s eyes. A runny nose was dripping from his nose.

That was the original feeling. Once the limit is crossed, it makes judgment and normal thought reactions impossible for reason.

Rene’s situation is the same now, and it wasn’t just Aisha’s provocation that made Renee cry.

Anxiety about a relationship that has not progressed at all for more than three years right now. In the midst of that, Aisha, who popped out, was a danger factor. In the midst of this, the anger at herself, which she cannot refute, blends in, and Renee’s feelings begin to cross this line.

A rising person engulfs Renee’s body. Immediately after, Renee burst into tears as she thought that crying would mean losing, but her body did not go the way she thought it would.

“Heh heh heh!!!”

“Hey, hey… .”

Aisha began to appease Renee with a look of embarrassment.

A strange situation where Renee cries and Aisha comforts him.

The ugly sight that I couldn’t even open my eyes to look at was over after Norn, who felt a strong feeling from the middle, left the room and brought Dovan and Vera.

Renee only found out later that Aisha was actually a 12-year-old kid.

*

After a while, in the forge.

Dovan sighed deeply with a tired face and said to Vera.

“I’m sorry. Stop because the disciple is immature.”

“… no.”

Vera answered Dovan’s apology, staring blankly into the air.

It was because there was a scene that was still playing in my mind.

It was the appearance of Renee, who was squeezing out tears and runny nose and speaking in a voice full of regret.

– The wind is bad! Heh heh heh!!!

I don’t know what’s going on because I’m late for an apprenticeship, but when I see Renee saying that as soon as he arrives, Vera rarely asks, ‘Why are you doing this?’ I remembered the thought.

It was a blasphemous idea, but… , no matter how I thought about it, it was not.

Vera’s eyes narrowed.

“… We don’t even talk about work.”

“… good.”

An awkward current flowed between the two of them.

*

An empty room in Doban’s house.

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On the bed in the room reserved for occasional guests, Renee wrapped the duvet tightly and made a painful noise.

“Ugh… .”

Rene’s face, with her eyes tightly closed under the blanket, was dyed red with shame.

It was only after my head cooled down that I realized it.

‘With a twelve-year-old boy… .’

I was seriously arguing. No, it would have been nice to have done that.

‘I lost, I lost… .’

even lost He cried out loudly while squeezing at the child’s provocation.

Rene remembered her promise as she had once done with the rising sense of shame and shame.

‘… Let’s die.’

Let’s be glorified by dying for living so ugly. A tongue poked out between Renee’s lips.

However, René didn’t have the courage to die, and all he could do was rub his body and twist his body in a sense of shame.

As Renee twisted his body, the blanket that was rolling around moved slowly.

In the midst of procrastinating like that, Renee shakes her body greatly at the scene that comes to mind.

– The wind is bad! Heh heh heh!!!

‘why!’

Why? Why did I have to put up with that moment because I couldn’t stand that moment?

A sense of wonder that rushes in like a tidal wave. Then the anger at himself rushes in.

Renee couldn’t stand it.

“… Hela?”

There was no answer returned.

Rene confirmed that she was alone in this room with the amount of reason she had left, and then did her best to make the blanket ‘Pump!’ and kicked

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

Today, Renee was despairing at the fact that she did not have the power to turn back time.

*

Vera looked up in admiration as he looked at the samples Dovan brought out.

‘It’s a craftsman.’

knew at once.

‘A level comparable to the Meister of the Empire.’

The level of the sword brought out as a ‘sample’ was far out of the general category.

It wasn’t just about the perfection of a simple sword.

Vera could feel the sensation he felt when he held the swords of the so-called ‘artisans’ from this sword.

The brilliance of the black face or the center that stands upright. And the center of gravity you feel when you lift the sword. A unique personality that can be reflected even at a glance with stubbornness, with a clear sense that it was made by the same person.

That’s what the sword feels.

Doban was a craftsman who had reached the level of being able to put the maker’s personality into his sword.

“How are you?”

“Great.”

Vera looked at Doban as he answered.

‘You didn’t know such a craftsman?’

It is because he was puzzled by the fact that he did not know Doban in his past life.

Vera was serious about arming. He had his own stubbornness that he did not want to lose to anyone as much as the armed forces, so he even took the journey of making a list of craftsmen on the continent.

From the Meisters of the Empire to the Dwarves of the East, and the Magic Engineers of the Tower.

Even now, Vera’s head was engraved with the names of many craftsmen, but none of them were named Doban.

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One assumption I can think of.

‘… mortal.’

At the time when Vera wanted the artisans in earnest, the master was already dead.

‘why… .’

If it were a craftsman like this, the national level would have tried to protect it, but why isn’t there such a move?

As Vera’s complexion grew serious at the thoughts that came to mind, Doban spoke out.

“I think customers will know, but Froden is a sword that takes a very long time to smelt. In addition, once it has been smelted and shaped, it takes twice as long to melt it again. So, from the very beginning, you have to have a clear direction.”

Dovan paused for a moment and looked at Vera, then chinked at the swords on display and continued.

“These samples are the specifications I am most confident of. Choose the one that suits your hand.”

“… Yes.”

Vera nodded, clearing the doubts that had arisen in Doban’s words.

‘It’s something that won’t be answered right away.’

It was right to first observe Doban and figure out how he died.

After concluding, Vera looked at the swords on display again and began to weigh the requirements one by one.

The length of the sword or the width of the sword face. Vera, who was drawing his sword into the air considering every single thing such as the center of gravity, found a sword stuck in a corner and narrowed his eyes.

‘Is that a sample?’

With that thought in mind, Vera approaches the sword.

“Oh, that’s not it.”

Dovan hastily stopped Vera.

Dovan made a ‘chirp’ sound and pulled the wheelchair to the place where the sword was, adding more words.

“I forgot to clean it up. I’m sorry. This is still unfinished.”

“no.”

“This was really embarrassing. I guess I forgot to throw it away because I didn’t feel the spirit of it while I was making it.”

A word spoken with a shy smile.

Doban spoke like that, grabbed the handle of the sword that had been stuck there, and pulled it out as it was.

Vera’s eyes widened at the sight of the sword finally revealed.

“that… .”

It was a sword that felt like a finished work of art, where the word unfinished didn’t fit.

A thin black sword, a flimsy guard, and a handle extending quite elongated behind it.

“If you are a craftsman, you don’t have greed. I want to make a masterpiece in life. I have that desire too, so I’m making it… , this isn’t very clever at all.”

Vera couldn’t concentrate on the doban’s words with a smirk.

Because he already knew what that sword was.

‘… Magic sword.’

That sword that Doban said was unfinished was the magic sword that Aisha would hold and wield in the future.