I Regressed to My Ruined Family – 101

 #I returned, and my family was ruined (102)

The two magicians were speechless at the sight of the handle, which had turned completely white, as if it had been bleached.

They had never heard of the branches of the World Tree turning white.

“…Old woman. Do objects change color when combined?”

“No… I’ve never seen this phenomenon before…”

It would be better to pick it up once than to talk about it a hundred times to understand its effect.

Ethan approached the magic circle that had stopped working and picked up the handle.

The first thing he checked was the inside of the handle. The handle, which had been cracked and looked like it was about to collapse, now looked as if it had been perfectly repaired, with a solid structure.

“The dragon’s claw seems to be well positioned.”

The handle and the two pieces were perfectly combined, as if they had always been one.

“How is it?”

“The outside seems fine.”

“That’s good. How about the performance?”

“We’ll have to test it.”

The moment he blew mana into the handle, it was as if it was accepting a familiar energy, and the mana was sucked into the handle.

Woo-woo-woo!

Several tree roots flowed out from the handle, which had been trembling.

Soon, they began to take root in Ethan’s hands.

“How strange.”

Even though the roots were slowly entering his hands, he felt no pain.

Instead, it felt as if the handle and his hands were harmonizing with each other.

The two magicians who were quietly watching this scene blinked their eyes.

“…Was the handle of the divine sword always like this?”

“No. This is the first time I’ve seen roots sprouting like this.”

Even if the handle was made of branches from the World Tree, he had never heard of it sprouting roots directly into a person’s hand.

“It’s as if… they are harmonizing with each other’s vibrations.”

Ethan nodded.

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As the roots settled in his hand, he began to understand the function of the handle more and more.

“So that’s what the additional function was.”

He didn’t need to test it to know.

“Your… Your Highness! Are your hands… Are your hands okay?”

“Yes. It seems that the consciousness transfer was successful.”

“That’s… that’s good.”

The old man, who was sweating profusely, let out a sigh of relief.

The materials used in this work were not commonly found in the world. Not only were the two trees unusual, but the situation was also unique.

The decisive factor was that the Duke’s new sword had been used as a material.

‘If the reinforcement had failed here…’

Even if the Duke in front of him cut off his own neck, he would have had nothing to say.

Fortunately, the Duke seemed satisfied with the result.

Even if it worked in a bizarre way, taking root in his hand.

“Is this how you use it?”

It was when Ethan lifted the handle. Mana began to rush into the handle of the divine sword.

“…Huh.”

The changed handle of the divine sword was greedily absorbing not only his own mana, but also the mana flowing in the air.

Then, could it directly absorb not only the mana in the air, but also the mana of humans?

“Ilia.”

“Did you call me?”

“I want to try something. Is it okay?”

“If it’s not dangerous, go ahead.”

“Okay.”

Ethan pointed the handle toward Ilia. The mana inside Ilia’s body began to flow out little by little, then started moving toward the handle.

“Huh…”

Ilia’s eyes lit up as she controlled the mana. The mana, which had seemed about to be sucked in, stopped in midair.

The mana continued to struggle, as if it were a taut string.

“It sucks in mana… Is that one of the handle’s functions?”

“I think so.”

“What do you need to use it?”

“Just hold it up and think of it as an enemy, and it will suck it in on its own.”

This time, Ethan aimed the handle at Melaisis.

However, nothing happened.

“You thought inspiration was an ally, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Ilia’s eyes lit up.

The changed function of the handle was much more powerful than she had expected.

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The ability to suck in the enemy’s mana alone was proof of that.

In order to resist it, he had to constantly concentrate and control his mana.

In the heat of battle, just concentrating was exhausting enough.

It was too good for just a handle.

Was that all?

The ability to suck in mana from the air was just as impressive.

It was like carrying a portable mana potion with you.

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of utility it would have once the sword was complete.

“It will be an excellent weapon. Are you satisfied with the result?”

“Yes. Good work.”

I could clearly feel the difference now that it was connected to the handle. The current handle was twice as good as the previous one and could be called a masterpiece.

* *

Two weeks had passed since the handle was made. During that time, the elves began migrating to the newly formed autonomous region, and the Black Society was reorganized into an assassination group belonging to the Black Moon.

Eum-yeong-bo and Eum-yeong-geom.

The Black Society assassins were learning two techniques.

Since they had brought in people who were already skilled, it took half the time for them to master the new techniques.

“Another month or so of training.”

They would be ready for actual combat.

Just then,

there was a knock on the door.

“My lord. May I come in?”

“Come in.”

Silvia entered and handed him a letter.

“This is a letter from the House of Fractal.”

Ethan immediately opened the letter and read its contents.

“The Marquis of Turian.”

The head of one of the seven noble families of the kingdom. It was a letter written in his own hand.

Ethan smiled as he read the contents.

It said when he would fulfill the promise he had put off when they last met.

From the time he requested the meeting to the personal letter he sent this time.

The guy was acting like he had honey on his butt. “He’s an interesting guy.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

Soon after, he wrote a letter. The content could be summarized in one sentence.

Don’t be so presumptuous, you duke.

Ethan stamped the Duke’s seal on the letter and handed it to Silvia. “Send this directly to the Duke of Turian.”

“Yes, sir. Oh, I have one more thing to report. The Kingdom of Amelia says that the shipment of metal has begun.”

The shipment was faster than expected.

“We’ll be able to receive the alloy soon.”

A skilled blacksmith would be needed to handle the alloy. Fortunately, one had already been prepared.

“What about Poporen?”

“He took a leave of absence and is on his way here with his men. He said he plans to arrive here on the day the alloy arrives.”

“I see.”

“I will deliver the letter.”

Silvia bowed politely and left the office.

“A viscount.”

He was one of the heads of the Seven Houses and known as the most skilled spirit summoner in the kingdom.

A superhuman and a transcendent being.

A high-ranking noble who had reached that level.

“I wonder how he will react.”

If he continued to cling to him even after being openly rebuked, it meant that there was definitely something to be gained from him.

However, what if…

he received the letter and reacted with anger and hostility?

It would mean that the reward was not worth the risk of losing face for the marquis.

It didn’t matter either way.

The Kingdom of Seven, which had treated his third son like that, was a clear enemy to Ethan, and he didn’t care whether such an enemy was hostile toward him or not.

If they had a complaint, they could settle it with their swords.

“It won’t be long.”

It was time to destroy the Kingdom of Seven one by one.

Considering his rate of growth, it wouldn’t take long.

* *

Four days later.

The dwarven blacksmiths who could handle the Menerian alloy arrived one after another.

Among the more than ten blacksmiths,

Poporen, who was standing in the front row, saw Ethan and rushed over.

“Oh! Zari Mongtang! It’s been a long time.”

“Ha… Ha ha. Hello, Ilia.”

After greeting Ilia, Poporen immediately looked at Ethan.

“Your Highness! How have you been?”

“Yes. I heard that you were awarded the title of viscount.”

“Hehe… It’s all thanks to you, Duke!”

There were quite a few royal dwarves who had formed close ties with the dragon clan.

Thanks to reporting this directly to the king, they were able to be recognized for their contributions.

That was precisely why they were granted the title of viscount.

‘I must not let this golden opportunity slip away!’

If he successfully completed his one-year temporary position as master blacksmith, he might even be able to obtain the title of count, which he had never dared to dream of.

All of this was thanks to Duke Ethan, who was like a golden lifeline. Naturally, Poporen’s attitude was completely different.

“You want me to process the Menerian alloy?”

“Yes.”

“May I take a look at the alloy?”

“Follow me.”

Accompanied by dwarves with bright eyes, he moved to the blacksmith’s workshop located inside the inner castle.

“Oh! Is this Menerian alloy?”

“This is good enough to be called a high-grade product! The duke has really hit the jackpot!”

The dwarves who saw the alloy’s eyes sparkled.

The darker the color of Menarian alloy, the higher its quality.

The metal in the smithy was so dark that its surface looked like a dark shadow.

His dwarves expressed their surprise.

But Poporen was different.

He swallowed hard.

He swallowed hard and stared at the alloy.

He had mobilized all his connections to gather only the best of the best in high-grade melting agents.

That was why he was confident that even Menrian alloy could be melted.

“This… looks harder than I thought.”

Unless it was the temperature of a special furnace used by the dwarf royal family to melt metal, it seemed difficult to melt this metal even with the best melting agents.

Poporen looked at Ethan.

“Um… Duke.”

“Did you call me?”

“Are you sure this alloy really came from the Kingdom of Amelia?”

“Yes.”

“That can’t be…”

“Huh?”

“Alloys sold in the Kingdom of Amelia are usually of low quality. At best, you’d be lucky to get a medium-grade alloy… How could this be a high-grade alloy…”

“Huh. The reason is simple. I strengthened the metal myself.”

“…What? You mean you strengthened it?”

“Yes. I did get a little help from an assistant mage, but I did most of the work myself.”

Melaisis had collapsed and been carried away long ago after finishing strengthening the alloy.

No one dared to refute his words.

“Damn mage!”

Hearing Ilia’s words, Popolence raged inside.

He hadn’t even expected such high-grade alloy.

Of course.

“…Can it be melted?”

He couldn’t help but wonder.

He wasn’t sure, but he had to try.

He had to prove to the duke that he was a useful blacksmith.

“Hmph… Alright! Let’s begin!”

Poporenca declared boldly as he pulled out a protective suit from his bag.

“Hurry up and put it on!”

“Yes!”

After putting on the specially made protective suit.

Poporen looked at Ilia and Ethan.

“You two…”

“Ugh… That’s disgusting. Turn around quickly.”

“…”

Poporen, dressed in a tight suit, turned around and asked.

“This protective suit…”

“I’m fine.”

“I won’t wear it even if you give it to me.”

“But if it’s a top-grade melting agent, the temperature will be twice that of a regular one… I don’t know about Duke Ethan, who specializes in fire, but Ilia…”

“I said I won’t wear it.”

“…Yes. If you get burned, it won’t be my fault.”

“Hmph. I’ll take care of myself. Just melt the metal properly.”

What a pesky wizard!

Poporen gritted his teeth and opened the lid of the top-grade melting agent.

Just as he carefully sprinkled the melting agent onto the alloy, Ilia blew mana onto the melting agent.

It began to bubble.

The temperature began to rise much more rapidly than when Nefron’s great sword was being made.

By the time the temperature had reached the right level, the surrounding area was already completely engulfed in heat.

Ilya moved away and cast a protective spell.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Time passed endlessly.

“…Zari Mongtang. It’s starting to get hot… Are you still far away?”

“That’s…

The dwarf, who was crying inside his protective suit, looked at the two.

“…The metal isn’t melting at all?”

Hearing that, Ethan immediately approached the metal.

The pure white flames that erupted from his hands began to consume the metal.