assistirfilmes Chapter 257: A Selfish World
Chapter 257: A Selfish World
chapter 257: a selfish world
habarak, one of only three master craftsmen in the world who could process orichalcum, looked exhausted.
habarak, master craftsman who was lost in despair, and sobbing in front of us, apologized to freya, the fire god.
my friends and i were helpless, too stunned to do anything about it and unable to say anything to him.
several dwarves, who appeared to be his apprentices, came out of the building that served as a workshop and house, and carried master craftsman habarak back.
we were told that habarak was tired that day and that he would like us to come back the next day, so we decided to stay overnight at a suitable inn and come back another day.
then, the next day, we all headed to the building where master craftsman habarak was.
"this way, please."
the same dwarf who hadn't even opened the door properly the day before led us in.
we were shown to a guest room and said that he would call master craftsman habarak.
we all decided to wait in silence.
after a short wait, master craftsman habarak, dressed in the same craftsman-like attire as the day before, arrived.
"... this was the orichalcum you guys found, right?"
without mentioning the matter that he broke down crying yesterday, master craftsman habarak talked about the pale, shiny golden glow that was placed in front of him.
his expression looked somewhat lonely.
"yeah."
on the table was the lump of orichalcum we had found in the dungeon.
kurena replied in a somewhat more subdued manner than usual.
"i see. i'm sorry, but as i said yesterday, i can't process orichalcum anymore."
"..."
kurena's eyes glazed over, but she said nothing more.
master craftsman habarak removed his gaze from the lump of orichalcum, and silence prevailed in the room.
"this sword that master habarak made for me has helped me tremendously."
(an orichalcum sword forged by a master craftsman, huh? i got hurt by that sword myself.)
helmios talked about his own orichalcum sword.
helmios had an orichalcum sword and armor.
his sword was made by master craftsman habarak.
and according to helmios, his armor was a national treasure of giamut empire. it was apparently on rent.
"thank you."
"what did you mean when you said that you can't process oricalcum anymore?"
helmios decided to ask what master craftsman habarak meant exactly.
no one among us though that master craftsman habarak had gone senile and refused to process orichalcum.
there had to be a reason.
my friends and i listened in silence to the conversation between helmios and master craftsman habarak.
master craftsman habarak closed his eyes and mouth.
"the fire is getting weaker. and i can't hear her anymore."
with that, master craftsman habarak began to speak.
according to him, his furnace's fire suddenly became weak a while ago.
and he said he could no longer hear fire goddess freya's voice, who used to whisper to him when he was blacksmithing.
{tln: it is only clarified here that god of fire is a female. so, i am using goddess from here on.}
(he sounds more like a priest than a blacksmith. i wonder if legends in their field get close to god.)
"the freya i know would never abandon the dwarves. i know she is fierce, but she has always cared for them. she has always loved them, more than any other race."
"what!?"
"there is another reason why goddess freya stopped helping."
while master craftsman habarak was astonished, i understood the true meaning of the spirit god's words.
"yes, there is, allen. there is another reason. there's a reason why she stopped helping the dwarves. haha."
"i just can't figure it out."
either way, orichalcum couldn't be processed.
"i'll go to the divine realm and ask her. she might just tell me. haha"
the spirit god on sophie's shoulder floated in the air and disappeared.
he seemed to have traveled to the divine realm.
master craftsman habarak was upset and left looking at the place where the spirit god was.
i had heard stories from helmios about what the spirit god was.
"i see.you were with a god, i see. i'm sorry about yesterday. yes, this was a dwarves' problem, but i blamed it on you."
"no,it's alright."
master habarak once again apologized to me for grabbing me by the chest the day before.
(that's how desperate he must have been to see anything at all.)
then an hour passed.
my friends and i decided to sit tight and wait because of the situation.
i lost track of how many cups of tea i had.
after another hour or so, the spirit god appeared.
"how was it?"
"i'm not sure. haha."
his expression lacked any energy at all.
he was in his flying squirrel form but i could understand the look on his face that showed despair.
"spirit god?"
sophie looked at the spirit god with great concern.
"sofiarone."
"yes."
"before i tell you what i'm going to do, i promise you one thing."
"yes. spirit god."
looking straight at the spirit god, sophie replied that she would accept any words.
"as a spirit god, i am above all for the elves. based on the pact i once made with the prayer priestess, i promise to use all of this existence for the elves. so i hope you don't worry."
"yeah, why?"
sophie wanted to say why he said that, but couldn't.
it was a question of how prepared one must be to say such a thing, even though he or she had become a god.
""...""
everyone was looking at spirit god rosen with baited breath.
"the situation seems to be more serious than i thought. if this continues, the world will be destroyed in less than a few years. haha."
spirit god rosen, uttered that the world would be destroyed in a few years.
the spirit god's laughter sounded much drier than usual to allen.