"Wait a minute. Does this new heirloom sword mean that my sword will become an heirloom of the Amur family?
"Yes, it does. The one that was stolen was a fake, so of course the "real" one that Marius-san has is the heirloom. And the "real" one is the one you made.
I don't want that to happen to the sword I made. ......
A family heirloom sword is not a national treasure, and it wasn't made by a god or an elf, but by the first person who struck it, so it's the same thing.
That's what I'm told.
I'm going to give up on the idea of helping you here, Marius.
Hmm.

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　If you want to make a national treasure or an heirloom for a family of a higher rank than a count, the materials and methods of making it will be beyond the range of what ordinary steel can compete with, but for a count's family, it might still be a very good steel, and you might be able to get by. I'll ask Marius about the material of the sword. .......
"I saw the sword you struck Helen with, and even I could tell that it was quite a feat. If you can do that, you'll be fine.
　Camilo calls out to me as I ponder this.
　Oh, you've seen the only thing that's gone out into the world so far. If he says it's okay, then it's okay. I can't shake the uneasiness, but I'm on a boat, I have to do it.
All right. However, it will be difficult if several conditions are met. For example, if the material is more than steel, it will be dangerous. I'll try to make it as good as I can.
"Oh, that's good. Now, I'm sorry, but there's a box there, okay? I need you to hide in there.
This?
　Yeah, there's a big box there. But it's a little small for me to fit in.
Yeah, that's it.
　Camilo says, glancing back at me. I do as he says, remove the lid of the box, and look inside. It's deeper than I expected. Or rather, the depth is clearly not physically correct. So that's it. The cart has been tampered with so that it can carry more stuff than it looks. I can hide in it. I ducked into it and closed the lid myself.

　It's been quite a while since I hid in the box. At least long enough for me to doze off lightly. I suppose it's faster than walking because of the carriage and the well-developed roads, but it's still a long way to go.
　After a while, the carriage jolted to a stop with a thud. There was a lot of noise around. It seems we are at the entrance of the city.
　"Next! I feel as if I can hear voices here and there calling, "Next! I wonder if it's like border control immigration in the previous world. It's frustrating that I can't understand what's going on because I'm in a box. The carriage moves forward and stops from time to time. The voices of the guards were getting closer and closer.
　Eventually, it seemed to be our turn.
"Are you a peddler?
"Yes. Yes, I'm bringing some goods.
Let's change that.
Hey.
　The sound of two men walking approaches the cart, which is where I am. Footsteps that sounded like guards came up to the cart, and they seemed to be opening the lid of the cargo on the opposite side of the cart from me. The sound of the footsteps and the opening of the lid gradually came closer and closer to me, and I was quite chilled, but in the end they didn't come to me, and just got off the truck.
All right, all right, come on through.
"Hey. Thanks a lot.
　Camilo replied condescendingly and proceeded with the carriage. Soon, they were inside the city, and the carriage began to vibrate differently as they heard the noise. The sound of the wheels also changed. But Camilo still didn't tell me to get out. It seems that the situation is still the same, that I mustn't go out or make any noise.
　After we seemed to have entered the city, we continued on for quite a distance, turning roads, climbing hills, and occasionally stopping. Eventually, after stopping and going a little further, I felt a distinctly different vibration from before, and the carriage stopped again. I guess that's our destination.
"Hey, you can leave.
　I hear Camilo's voice. I opened the lid like I'd been waiting for it, stepped out of the box, and stretched out on the back of the cart. My hips made a thumping sound. If I had been the same age as in the previous world, my back would have been too sore to stand.
Oh, that was hard.
"Yeah, it was. I'm sorry, but I can't let them know you're here.
I know.
　I smiled back at Camilo.
So, where are we?
This is the Amur family forge. This is the Amour family forge, where they make and repair weapons for their private army.


"Whoa. It's awfully quiet for that.
　I would have thought a place like this would be noisy, with the hammering of water wheels and all.
It seems that they've shut down for now, leaving only a few craftsmen that Marius-san trusts.
"I see.
　Well, we can't let too many people see us making the real thing.

Okay.
　I jump off the back of the truck. This seems to be a loading dock, no fire pit or anything. I couldn't tell from inside the box, but when I looked outside, the sun was beginning to set. Since we left first thing in the morning, it must have taken a long time even by carriage.
Well, let's hurry up and get ready.
"Oh. I've just sent word to Marius that we've arrived, so please get on with it.
Okay.
　I open the door Camilo showed me. Now, let's start helping Mr. Marius for the rest of his life.