This system is going to produce quite a few once it hits the waves. As assigned in the morning, Deanna will make the molds, Samija will pour the iron into them, and Rike and I will finish the rest. The most important thing may be the speed with which Deanna makes the molds, because the molds will have to be remade for each one. She's making one faster than we can make one, so there's no sign of running out of molds at the moment. In the worst case scenario, we could switch to forging until the molds are replenished, but there will inevitably be a difference in quality.

　When our workshop is running at full speed, there will always be hot objects, melted iron or red-hot iron, somewhere in the workshop. In other words, it is very hot. The day after I deliver the goods to Camilo, I make sheet metal, so I'm in a similar situation, and even when I'm not mass-producing, I'm in a similar situation, but this is hotter than I thought.
　I tell the three of them that they must drink water in between the work. The three of them agreed. The installed knowledge says that the climate around here is not that severe. Then, aside from Rike, who may have experienced the same situation at home, the other two are likely to have little knowledge about heat stroke. We'd like to prevent not only direct injuries but also accidents like this.

　On this day, we were able to produce 10 pieces, thanks to the preparations made the day before. This is a good amount of production for one day. The quality of the weapons was compromised by the number of shots, but the minimum performance as a weapon was secured. I picked up a couple of poorly made weapons to test them out, but none of them had any particular problems.
　Even if they are to be used in warfare, they are unlikely to be ruined in one or two battles. If I continue at this rate tomorrow, I will probably be able to make more than what Camilo expects.
　There are still some molds left that Deanna made for me. I need to worry about whether I'll run out of clay first. When we have about 50 or 60 pieces in total, we can ask Deanna to work on the casting. We'll think about that in the next day or so.

　The next day, I made the same preparations, and proceeded to make a few longswords. The rhythmic sound of hammering occupies the workspace. Oh, by the way.
"Don't they sing in the Dwarven workshop when they do this?
　I asked Lique. I wanted to know if the dwarves had a kind of work song.
What?
　Rique was puzzled. Maybe they don't?
No, I was just wondering if there's a song you sing when you're forging swords or something. I haven't been in this business long, and my family wasn't involved in blacksmithing, so we don't have anything like that in this workshop.
"Oh. Yes, we do.
　So you do have one.
Can you tell me about it?
Yeah, .......
　Rike looks embarrassed. It's like asking someone at a party to perform a cover-up.
"It's okay if you're embarrassed. I'm just curious.
No, I'm fine.
　Your face is still a little red, but your eyes are full of energy as if you have made up your mind. I should have been more careful about what I asked for, because some people can't say no when their boss asks.
　I should have been more careful. It would be wrong to tell him that he doesn't have to do it now. I think I'll just let them do it.

　Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo, we're mountain fairies.
　We'll hammer and forge, and when we're good, we'll be happy.
　Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo, pot, kettle, hoe, you name it
　We'll hammer and we'll work and we'll drink in the night
　Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo

　Lique sang in a cute voice, hammering out a rhythm. It's not a very Japanese song, but it's nice.
You're good at it, Rike. You don't have to be shy.
　I stopped my work and clapped. I stopped working and clapped. Rique looks embarrassed in response.

I'm embarrassed because I feel like a dwarf, not because I'm good or bad. I didn't think much of it until I left home.
　It's true that there are many parts that I admire and think are "dwarf-like". I might be embarrassed if someone called my casual activities "human-like". It's just that
I think it's okay to be dwarf-like. I guess I'm human-like too, and Saamya is beast-like. I'm sure the folks at Eizo Workshop wouldn't be too happy if someone tried to tell Rike off because of his race.
　My family is connected to the Count's family, after all. Relying on them is a last resort, but if it will solve the problem, I will not hesitate to use that means for the sake of my family. Samija and Deanna nodded their heads in agreement.


"Thank you, master. Then I shall have to become a blacksmith worthy of the Dwarf name.
　Rique picked up his hammer again and wielded it with a good humor, singing his work song in a more cheerful voice than before.