It felt like my goddess had brushed the matter aside rather vaguely, but I let it go. Well... it wasn't as though I was in any position to interrogate her, right?
"So... are you going to sell this?"
"Of course I am. Every weapon is made to be used. The only question is who'll buy it..."
"Setting aside my personal fondness for you, Smith, this sword you made—[Gwyn]—is at the upper end of Second-Class, barely reaching First-Class."
"...What? But I didn't use divine smithing or magic. It is my masterpiece, sure, but it can't possibly be that good..."
"On the other hand, it will probably choose its owner. Not to the extent that only someone worthy of it can wield it, but if it doesn't end up in the hands of a proper owner, it will only perform at about the level of a mid-tier Third-Class weapon at best."
"...It's already giving its father a proper headache the moment it's born... So that means it takes at least a Second-Class adventurer to bring out the performance of a First-Class weapon..."
"Probably. If you sell it as a First-Class weapon, around sixty million valis would be appropriate."
"Sixty... million?!"
"Well, even if it's barely First-Class, the name of a First-Class weapon means something. And you know that for goods worth more than ten million valis, you have to pay ten percent into the Familia's common fund, right?"
"Uh... I knew that, but I'd never made enough money for it to matter, so I forgot."
"Want me to introduce you to some Second-Class or higher adventurers who use greatswords?"
"Well..."
Just as I was about to open my mouth and ask her to, Tsubaki Collbrande called out to my goddess.
"My goddess, someone from the Freya Familia is here..."
"Hm? What is it? Did [Heavy Warrior] come by or something?"
"..."
"...Huh?"
"He says he came to look at backup weapons..."
"Smith, see you later!"
...And she was gone. Still, at this point in time, [Heavy Warrior] should have been taking a break from Dungeon expeditions... Ah, the Freya lot fight among themselves every day, so maybe that was why his weapon got wrecked. Whatever. I should start by cleaning up this forge.
Clatter
Clang
Rumble
Thud
Crash!
"Ah, shit, my ears."
I dropped an iron ingot that had been left over from earlier while lifting it, and it hit the hammer lying on the floor. The noise was ridiculously loud.
Riiiiing...
Listen to that tinnitus... My ears aren't bleeding, are they? I cautiously touched one, but thankfully, nothing wet came away on my hand.
Back to cleaning up...
Tap tap
"What is it, my goddess? You're back alrea—"
Assuming my goddess had finished her business and come back, I turned around...
Was my goddess a boar beastman...?
"Uh... [Heavy Warrior]...?"
"That is correct."
"Uh... well... weren't you speaking with my goddess...? Why did you come here in the first place...?"
"The god Hephaestus told me that if I came this way, I would find a blacksmith willing to sell me something."
"Ah... this must be the one."
Good grief. If she was going to send him over, she could have at least come with him. Why send him alone and scare the life out of me...?
"This is probably what my goddess meant."
With a grunt, I picked up [Gwyn], which had been wrapped in canvas and laid atop the anvil, and handed it to [Heavy Warrior].
"It's a fresh new piece, completed just yesterday. Its name is [Gwyn]."
"...It is well made."
"It's embarrassing to receive praise from Orario's strongest adventurer."
"What do these words engraved on the crossguard mean?"
"This one says 'Praise the Sun,' and this one says 'Lord of Cinder.'"
"Is there a particular reason you engraved those two phrases?"
"Well... they are phrases symbolizing the sword's original owner. This blade is a recreation of a legendary sword passed down in my homeland. Go ahead and give it a swing—but gently. If you swing it hard, this whole place will get blown apart."
"Understood."
Whoosh
Whoooosh
So Level 6 really was on another level... He was merely swinging a sword... and not even at full strength, just gently, yet powerful gusts were sweeping through the workshop...
After alternating between one-handed and two-handed swings, [Heavy Warrior] lowered [Gwyn] and examined the sword once more.
"...How much?"
"Uh..."
The price my goddess had set earlier was... sixty million, wasn't it?
"Sixty-five million valis."
If I was going to make money, I might as well make more...!
"Understood. I will have it sent through my Familia. And... may I know your name and level?"
"Currently Level 1... Smith."
Perhaps surprised by the fact that I was Level 1, his poker face—which had not wavered even once until now—faltered slightly.
"Level 1... I will see you again when the time comes."
"Then I'll see you then."
With those words, Orario's strongest departed. And then I...
"MY—GOD—DESS!!!!!!"
"Eeeek!"
"What the hell was that?! What on earth were you thinking, just dropping a Level 6 adventurer into the workshop of a Level 1 blacksmith?! Do you want to see me die of a heart attack?! Huh?! I'm genuinely curious how you can act like that without sparing even a single thought for one of your Familia members, you know?!"
"C-calm down, calm down..."
"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!!!!"
I raised hell for about two hours before Tsubaki Collbrande subdued me... Tch.