The Great Sage Who Did not Remain in Legend - 42.4

“He must have been a good teacher.”

“No, he told me I should give up because I don’t have talent for swords.”

The old man thought, what kind of life has he lived? To be abandoned as untalented despite those sword skills, is there a reason for it, or are the ideals just too high?

The old man pondered as he looked at Mergin.

“This blade is dull too.”

Mergin said this and used sharpening magic to quickly hone the blade’s edge.

“Is this better? No, I feel like it might get dull again soon after that. Maybe it wasn’t forged enough.”

“W-What did you just do?”

The old man flipped the sword Mergin sharpened to inspect it.

“Just now? I’m a life magic user. That was sharpening magic, and the spellbook for that goes for a million.”

“Such magic exists…”

“Though it’s never sold because it’s too expensive. You also need to know what a properly sharpened item is like. I think it would be convenient if I could do this when I’m out, but I guess the number of battles in a day seems low, so maybe it’s unnecessary.”

“Wahaha!”

“W-What’s wrong?”

“You’re Mergin, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Become my son.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll give you Rikka. Then become my heir.”

“What are you saying, old man?”

“Can you drink alcohol?”

“Well, I like it.”

“Good, we’re drinking now. It’s a celebration.”

“W-Wait, what are we celebrating?”

Outside the workshop, Rikka and the others were clamoring, “Dad, Dad, open up!” but it was unheard in the completely soundproof workshop.