Coming to Azimov's workshop, Ray and Pamidor knock on the door in front of them.
　As usual, there was no sign of people, and the knocks were echoing in the surrounding area.
　But the door does not seem to open.

"... well, again." Are you absorbed in your studies, or are you just sleeping? At any rate, the matter will not be settled. Ray, break the door."
"What?"

　Ray glanced at Pamidor to see what he was going to say, but it contained no jokes.
　There was no doubt that they were demanding that the door be destroyed very seriously.

"No, you can't. It's a house inhabited by people, if they were seen by guards destroying this door."
"That's all right, for it's not the first time I said.

　The tone stinks that the door has been broken several times.

"I had been found by a guard before, but I had him help me."
"...really? They helped the guards break the door."
"Oh... well, there were a lot of problems at that time when I had to break the door and go in."

　The sight of him looking into the distance with a gentle glance gave off an atmosphere where he could not hear what had happened.
　Having only met him once, Ray knows some of Azimov's character.
　With that in mind, it was easy to predict that perhaps something bad had happened.

"Well, at any rate," After the incident, I was seen smashing Azimov's door, but nothing was said. ... of course not by anyone, but by me and a few others. So do it."

　Watching his gaze, Ray sighs, saying that he has no choice but to do it.

"Glu?"

　At such a sight, Seto shrieks and looks at him.
　All I could feel was my deep concern for Ray in my round eyes.

"Don't worry," It's nothing special."

　Gently patting Seto on the head, Ray puts his hand on the door... forcibly rips it from the house.
　There is a sound that sounds like forcing a tree to tear, but there are very few people around.
　Sometimes people go by, but if you know Pamidor is there, you'll be convinced like, 'Oh, again...' and if you don't know him, you'll leave quickly, hoping to avoid getting involved with Pamidor.
　Some knew Seto of course, while others knew Ray, though few.
　However, the people who moved around this neighborhood probably wanted to avoid getting involved because they knew that this was Azimov's house and workshop.

"Hey, Azimov. There you are! I don't think you're dead!"

　Ray caresses Seto on the head as he watches Pamidor enter through the open door.

"Well, Pamidor and I will go in, and watch here for anyone to come." If the door is left open, a strange fellow might come in."
"Gruly!"

　After hearing Seto's reply, Ray walked into the building as if following Pamidor, leaving Seto lying down in front of the house, and suddenly felt his words were a little closer to the criminal when he spoke to.

(No, it's just my imagination.) And no one asked me, and for the time being, it was safe.)

　Making excuses for himself, he walked through the building, arriving in the room where he had been led before, where Pamidor looked dumbfoundedly at Azimov's back.
　Azimov doesn't seem to have noticed them at all, though they're going into the house without his own permission.
　To Ray's eyes, what he was doing without seeming to notice was nothing but a suspicious experiment.
　It wasn't really suspicious, it was experimenting with alchemy, but in Ray's eyes it was nothing but a suspicious experiment.
　Pamidor's fist hits Azimov on the back of his head.
　I'm not really hitting him.
　Pamidor, forged by years of blacksmithing, has a very strong muscle strength.
　That would be an overwhelming improvement in offensive power compared to a novice adventurer.
　Azimov was too enthusiastic about the experiment to even notice Ray and Pamidor behind him, but if he could swing his fist down on the back of his head, he would notice it.

"Ouch! Who is it?"
"It's me, and Ray." Well, it's all right to concentrate on the experiment, but if you have any visitors, be careful."
"...what, Pamidor?" And Ray, too. I'm afraid the spear is not ready yet. It's going well, but it's impossible to turn a broken sword into a spear at once."

　I wondered if Azimov would be clearly complaining about Pamidor and Ray, especially when they turned their backs.
　It's only been about a winter, and I thought that if it's not a job where you can just relax, you'll understand that it's a very difficult task to turn the sword into a spear, which was used by the superlatives.
　The blade of a magical sword is broken, so it's probably even more so.
　If anyone knew alchemy and smithy, it might be obvious, but I didn't know if Ray had any knowledge of it, and that's why I thought he might complain.

"Well, that's a relief,"
"What?"

　Ajimov's expression is rather bewildering when he is told something completely unexpected.
　It's only natural. I've been complained about late work, but I've rarely been thanked for it.
　That's why Azimov doubts Ray's words.

"What do you mean?"
"Actually, these days... I mean, today. Get me a little magic item. And the magic item had a pretty good ability, so I thought I could put it into my spear if I could."
"... oh,"

　A few seconds ago, Azimov looks interesting.

"It's interesting in many ways, but may I ask you what kind of magic item it is?"
"Oh, I came here to see it, too. I was told it would be impossible if I showed it to Pamidor."
"What?"

　Azimov turns his eyes to Pamidor in Rey's words.
　What he saw in his eyes was what a fool he was talking about.
　But Pamidor, looking at him, shakes his head.
　No matter what I say, you won't be able to understand me until you actually see that hammer.

(A small magic item like an ornament could be incorporated into a spear, but that hammer.)

　In the first place, no ordinary person can use a hammer like that.
　Pamidor opens his mouth as if to preempt Azimov's attempts to say something to him.

"Before you say anything to me, look at the magic items Ray actually got. and if you judge that you can put it into your spear, I won't say anything."
"…I see. Ray, please."
"Oh... I'm glad you say that, but it's a little too much for me here. It's got to be a little bigger."
"A big place?"As Azimov asks, Pamidor nods and opens his mouth next to Ray.

"Well, Ray is right. It's too small here. -- there was a backyard in the house, I suppose, and I'll be there."
"Wait, what does that mean?"
"All right, let's go." It's faster to actually see than to listen to others."

　At Pamidor's words, Azimov stands up and leaves the room, nodding his disapproval.

(I don't know if the magic items Ray brought were unavoidable.)

　though privately dissatisfied
　Nevertheless, Ray had the magic sword of noise. It was easy to predict that the magic items I brought would be appropriate.

"The backyard, the backyard," ... well, it certainly seems to me that the expression of a backyard is no better than that of this certainly makes me think that the expression "backyard" fits me no better."

　the backyard of Azimov's house
　To be honest, it was such a scene that I was embarrassed to call it a backyard.
　It may be because spring is here, but the grass grows as fast as it can, and the branches of the trees roll to the ground, perhaps because of the snow falling in winter.
　I had no particular complaints because the image of the backyard in Ray was just in front of me, but I still had some thoughts.
　But Azimov turns to Ray and says it doesn't matter.

"Now that we've come this far, that's enough. Show me the magic items right away."

　At Azimov's words Ray nods and pulls the hammer out of the mistling, just as he did in the shop of Pamidor -- exactly in the workshop.

"Wow! ...this is again...that's crazy."

　It may be because Ray's hammer was unexpectedly large. Azimov's mouth is filled with astonishment.
　Pamidor smiled somewhat sympathetically at Azimov.
　Pamidor was surprised when he suddenly saw this hammer, so he must be happy to have someone else feel the same way.

"Oh, as you can see, it's huge. I knocked it down and got it from a rare or superior cyclops species."

　Saying so, Ray explains Azimov's ability to hammer.
　The story of thunder attracts Azimov's interest, and he stares intently at the hammer with the story of bringing strong regenerative power to the user, and frowns when he hears that the hammer is rooted in the user's body and takes away his will.
　Azimov was seen as a dangerous person by people around him, but his sensitivity to magic items was undoubtedly common.

"And what do you want to do with this hammer?"
"At first I was going to melt a part of this hammer and use it for the spear I was asking for, but Pamidor told me that it was impossible. So I brought it with me in the hope of Azimov."
"Well, I don't understand Pamidor's desire to say so." But that's because Pamidor thinks from his point of view as a blacksmith. With my technology, it takes some time and effort, but I can manage it."

　Pamidor frowns and opens his mouth at the casual remark.

"Hey, I can't say it's failed after trying it. It's just this magic item. No matter how hard it is to use a ray, I can't believe I'm going to ruin it..."
"Well, that's what ordinary people think. Well, leave it to me."

　As Azimov speaks confidently, Ray continues to confirm.

"Are you sure you can?"
"Oh, ... but, as I said, it's going to be a rather laborious task." As a reward, I'd like to receive the part that this hammer didn't use. Oh, of course, I don't use a few hammer to use magic items just because I get them, so don't worry."

　At Azimov's words, Ray turns his eyes to Pamidor.
　a questioning glance
　Pamidor nods back to Ray with a look of surprise at Azimov's words.
　Azimov, who says a lot of important things, knows that his alchemy talent is real and there is no lie there.

"All right, then I'll leave the hammer entirely to you. Also, tell me if you have any missing materials. I'll collect them as much as I can."

　What Ray says is by no means false.
　As long as there is a set, you can go and get it right away even if the material is a little far away.
　Rare materials are often located in remote areas or other places where people don't get close to, and you have to be prepared to fight powerful monsters to get them.
　However, for Ray, dealing with such monsters led to the acquisition of rare magical stones, which he hoped for and came true.

(Come to think of it, you didn't absorb the magical stones you got from the dungeon.) There were so many things that I completely forgot. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　Ray was looking forward to learning some skills, but suddenly he heard Azimov muttering.

"But why did the Alchemists of the Bestian Empire make these magic items?"