I've Inherited the Summoning Skill, So I'm Going to Try to Master It! - Episode 102: In Other Words, Don’t Worry for the Fire Magic Skill

Episode 102: In Other Words, Don’t Worry for the Fire Magic Skill

I could see a bright red liquid being poured into molds from a distance. It seemed they were making ingots this way. Workers were sweating as they worked. The heat around the furnace must be even greater than here. They must be working hard.

We were then guided to the back room. It looked like a workshop. I could still hear the loud sounds of metal being hammered by the blacksmiths.

Oh, so that’s the equipment used for forging. It’s the first time I’ve seen it in person, but it looks just like what I’ve seen in games, TV, and manga.

“What are they making here?” 

“Mainly swords. Swords are in the highest demand, after all. Of course, we can also make other weapons.” 

Flare-chan was watching the sword being forged with keen interest. It seems she’s curious about how the sword she uses is made.

“Um, do you make legendary swords here?” 

“Huh? That might be a bit impossible.” 

The official was stumped by Flare-chan’s question. Well, yeah, there’s no way they’d be making such legendary weapons here. From what I can see, they seem to be making swords for mass production. Along the walls, there were many swords of the same shape lined up.

Does Flare-chan dream of having a legendary sword? But I’d say the sword she has is pretty high quality already. After all, she’s the daughter of Duke Flute. I can’t imagine Duke Flute buying her a common sword from a shop.

“Isn’t the sword Miss Flare has a good one?” 

“Yes, I’ve heard so. Actually, I don’t have a spare sword yet. So, I was hoping to get another one, just in case something happens.” 

“I see.” 

A spare sword. 

It seems that for Flare-chan, swordsmanship is not just a hobby but something more serious. 

Goodbye, Fire Magic Skill. Until we meet again. 

But I guess there aren’t many opportunities to use fire attribute magic in the natural-rich lands of Duke Flute’s territory. A forest fire would be a huge problem. At least with other attributes, there might have been a chance to avoid it.

“I’m terribly sorry, but I don’t think we have any swords that would satisfy the likes of Duke Flute’s daughter here in this city.” 

“Does that mean there aren’t any skilled blacksmiths here?” 

“Yes, that’s right. In this city, we mainly make swords for soldiers. So, we prioritize quantity over quality.” 

The official lowered his brows apologetically. Now that I think about it, the blacksmiths here all seem young. They’re likely people who haven’t been able to set up their own workshops yet and have come here to hone their skills.

That’s probably not wrong. If there were any skilled blacksmiths here, they’d be shouting about the poor quality of the work. The fact that there isn’t anyone like that means just what it sounds like. The blacksmiths themselves seem apologetic. And so does Flare-chan, who asked the question.

“If they can produce in large quantities, they could probably grow at an incredible pace. But if they were to work under a master somewhere, it’d probably take years before they could forge swords on their own.” 

“Exactly. Here, they can keep forging swords the whole time. So they’ll become a skilled blacksmith faster than anywhere else.” 

The official noticed my support and got on board. The blacksmiths, too, suddenly seemed to have a glint of determination in their eyes. 

They don’t intend to rot away in this place. That’s the look in their eyes.

Nice, it’s looking good now. With this kind of drive, it’s possible that one day a famous blacksmith might rise from this city. If that happens, the city of Liberia will become even more bustling.

As I listened to the sound of hammers ringing out more powerfully than before, I suddenly felt a growing interest in blacksmithing. 

I might not be good at sports, but maybe I’m good with my hands. Perhaps I have a talent for crafting.

“Since we’re here anyway, do you think I could try some blacksmithing?” 

“Blacksmithing experience? Well… let me see…” 

The official glanced toward the blacksmiths. Flare-chan seemed interested too. Her hands were clasped together in anticipation as she watched quietly. 

“Well, it should be fine for just a little while…” 

“Great, I’m counting on you!” 

So, I was allowed to hammer on a chunk of iron. This actually requires more strength than I expected. The blacksmiths made it look so easy, hammering the metal thin. But with my strength, it didn’t budge at all. I was feeling down.

However, when Flare-chan tried hammering, nothing changed for her either. So I guess it’s safe. It seems like a child’s strength just wasn’t enough for this.

In light novels, characters often do blacksmithing work so easily, but could that be a lie? Nah, there’s no way. I can’t shatter the dreams of children like that!

“Hmmm…”

“Rufus-sama, you seem somewhat frustrated.” 

Flare-chan looked at my face and frowned. And it wasn’t just Flare-chan—everyone else, including the official, the blacksmiths, Balt, and Ray, had similar expressions.

Their faces wore looks of resignation. I guess there’s nothing to do but give up, huh? Wouldn’t it be nice if suddenly I got a “God Skill” that allowed me to make anything?

“In that case, why don’t you use your Summoning Skill to have someone make it for you?” 

“That’s it!” 

Nice one, Flare-chan! That’s a great idea! I’ve just acquired my “God Skill”!