The Unaware Harem Adventure Tale of the Strongest Enchanter ~~I Don’t Know My Companions’ Faces or Identities, but I’m Pretty Sure They’re All Guys~~ - 56. Do You Like Six-Pack Abs Gals?

56. 56. 56. 56. Do You Like Six-Pack Abs Gals?

At the home’s training ground, the thief girl was swinging her short staff.

This place was set with targets and straw dummies. It was fairly spacious and perfect for intense exercise.

Recently, she had been improving rapidly. And with the very first enchantment I taught her, ‘Physical Guard’, she had gotten to the point where she could draw it with her eyes closed.

“‘Paralysis’.”

“Too slow. ‘Resist’.”

“Sensei, your response is too fast.”

“You planning to tell enemies to match your speed?”

“You’re mean.”

“That’s a compliment. An enchanter only counts as full-fledged once people hate them.”

“Meanie, meanie.”

I blocked thief girl’s debuff and instantly released ‘Disarm’.

It hit directly—her short staff popped out of her hands and clattered to the ground.

‘Disarm’ doesn’t work well if someone is fully alert and focused. But if you catch the exact moment their awareness slips, it can be a very effective enchantment in fights against people.

The thief girl picked up her staff again. As always, her face was expressionless, unreadable.

“…An opening.”

“Way too obvious.”

She feigned giving up. She then tried to launch another debuff.

Of course, I resisted it with ease. Her persistence deserves a double circle. Though her aura control still isn’t quite there. Even if an attacker is there to guard her, ideally she should suppress her presence entirely. The more she stands out, the more the attacker has to defend, after all.

The role of the enchanter is to support and harass quietly, without being noticed.

But asking a beginner to reach that level right away is unreasonable.

Right now, it’s just awareness training—an introduction to how difficult and deep debuff enchanting really is.

“I can’t imagine ever catching up to you, Sensei.”

“Listen. If a newbie who hasn’t even trained for a year could catch up to me—a guy who’s been practicing and fighting for years—that’d be the real problem. There are no shortcuts in enchanting. Remember that.”

“Okay. I’ll carve that into my heart.”

The thief girl nodded with a slight smile. She almost looked happy.

I ended today’s training session there—when suddenly, the sound of “heave-ho, heave-ho” echoed across the training ground.

A bent metal bar—so heavy that normally it’d take several grown men to carry—was on her shoulders.

Doing squats with that bar was Nonon.

Her thighs were sharply defined. Her spats were stretched tight like they might tear at any moment.

Her face was dripping with sweat. And yet, she showed not the slightest sign of strain.

Her light squats had already passed nine hundred. It was about to hit one thousand.

“Done! Phew~ that burns! With demon squats, dieting goes great too!”

Thud—the barbell hit the ground as Nonon beamed with a big smile.

Her loose-collared shirt was soaked with sweat. Her underwear was showing through. And then she actually started pulling the shirt off.

“Sensei is here too.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. This bra’s meant to be seen.”

A bra meant to be seen…?

Does that mean it’s totally okay to look?

As I pondered the words, my eyes went to Nonon’s body. Softly curved like a woman’s. Yet her abs were carved into a perfect six-pack. Cute face, but surprisingly lean muscle. Maybe those peace-sign poses she always does are actually stances for gouging out eyeballs in an instant. Terrifying.

“Towel.”

“Thoughtful! Thanks a ton.”

The thief girl was being considerate. She handed her own towel to Nonon.

Nonon accepted it and lit up with a dazzling smile.

“Come to think of it, I never asked—why did you make the Grannaughts? With that strength, you’d be plenty as an adventurer, wouldn’t you?”

“Hmm~ I mean, partly ‘cause I could. But mostly because I wanted to do things I *couldn’t* do otherwise. Riding a cool armor suit is pure romance, right?”

Her answer made perfect sense.

Things humans can’t do become possible with the Grannaughts. Ridiculous durability and attack power, sure. But even that massive leap we saw in Pinots Village was only possible thanks to magical equipment. Thinking it over, it’s an incredible invention. Eldar dwarves are terrifying.

“Anyway, it’s about time I head to the forge. Gonna wash up a bit first, so wait here.”

“About that—I’m bringing her along too.”

“Rinoa too?”

“That okay?”

Having the thief girl come along was mostly for her to learn another side of an enchanter’s work. It was a great chance to show her.

“Enchanting weapons and magic tools is a little different from combat enchantments. It’s a craftsman’s job—bestowing effects that last almost permanently. Worth watching.”

“I’ll go. I’ll get ready, so wait.”

The thief girl’s eyes opened wide. They were sparkling with excitement.

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Avantale has several forges.

The oldest among them is Greenbell Forge.

Known for constantly producing excellent weapons, it receives steady orders from knights and nobles.

We were led inside to hear the details of today’s request.

“Sorry for the sudden request, kid.”

The one speaking across the table was the forge’s master, a burly old man.

Bearded and thick-bodied, the hallmark of a dwarf. He’s been a regular contact of mine ever since I came here. I just call him “the smith.”

Next to me were Nonon and the thief girl. I’d told the smith beforehand that they were observers.

He handed me a sheet of paper.

It seemed they were making a mithril one-handed sword.

The requested enchantments were four: ‘Durability Boost’, ‘Edge Retention’, ‘Weight Reduction’, and ‘Elemental Attribute’.

These are all “inscription-only” enchantments.

You *could* apply them to people via written enchantments. But the compatibility is so poor the effects barely last. And there are too many words to draw in combat. More than anything, the meaning is weak.

For objects, they’re usable. But it was still inefficient because of the high word count.

The smith placed a sword in front of me.

So this was the blade he wanted enchanted.

I had him draw it out of the sheath. Since just gripping it made me nauseous.

“Fine blade. As always, excellent work.”

“Not bad at all. From the color, I can tell it’s not just mithril—you mixed in a trace of another metal. And by the feel, the core uses a different one too.”

“You figured that out just by holding it? Dwarves are amazing.”

At Nonon’s words, the smith looked impressed.

While they talked, I pulled a thick book out of my magic storage and opened it.

“Incredible. To see through so much… You, girl, are like a dwarf yourself. With that eye, your hands must be skilled too. If you’re willing, could you lend a hand with some work? I’ll pay you properly.”

“Me?”

“Just a kitchen knife. Truth is, one of my smiths got injured, and I’ve been tied up with this. I was even thinking of asking to delay delivery. If you’d help, I’d be grateful.”

“A knife? Sure.”

Her reply was light. But for an eldar dwarf, maybe that really was child’s play. I was interested to see just how good a knife made by Nonon would be.

The thief girl peered into the book I was holding.

“What’s this?”

“A sort of dictionary for inscription-only enchantments. Since they last nearly permanently, a single mistake in the wording can ruin everything. Whether the words match each other, whether effects cancel out… If that happens, it’s pointless.”

“Deep.”

“Right now, magicians, alchemists, and enchanters are all dividing up the study of the vast abyss that is magic. In the broad sense, I’m a magician too—just one who specializes in enchantments.”

“Se-sensei is… saying something enchanter-like.”

“I am an enchanter, not just ‘like’ one.”

Fixing the sword on a special stand, I drew characters along the blade with special ink. I then silently began carving into the ink lines with tools made for inscription enchantments.