We welcome Smith the Blacksmith or something like that to the village chief's house and continue the conversation.

　What is this development?
　Where do you think we're going?

Speaking of Smith the Blacksmith...

　He hadn't been asked, but he took the initiative and said, "I'm supposed to be a legendary craftsman with a thundering reputation.

I'm supposed to be a legendary master craftsman whose reputation is well known and respected. Don't you guys know him?
I don't know." "I don't know.

　I'm in awe of both me and Marika side by side.
　But what about calling yourself a master craftsman?

　According to the officials, Smith is the best blacksmith in the human race.

　It seems that he received a request from the Center Guild after the Mithril Mine has been recaptured recently.
　They want him to contribute personnel as they are reopening a forge exclusively for Mithril in the vicinity.

''I guess it's moving up there after all...''

　The Campbell Street Guild preempted it.
　It's going to be a problem later.

"Honestly, I didn't think I'd see the Mithril mine coming back in my lifetime. I'm half pleased, half skeptical.

　And when I arrived there, the first thing I encountered was Marika.
　It is said that she was strangled when she tried to touch it because it is too good tits.

　Why does it become so?

How can you be half happy and half suspicious?

　Maleeka asked her there first.

'Yes,' she said. First of all, 'Are you sure you got the Mithril mine back? I suspected.

　Ever since the human race had stolen the mines from the demon race decades ago, they had taken many quests to recapture them, but in the end, they had never succeeded.
　For a blacksmith whose livelihood was directly dependent on the wholesaling of minerals, he had lost faith in them after being repeatedly disappointed.

''Especially lately, I haven't even heard any rumors of a quest to recapture it,'' he said. It's hard to believe the result of 'recaptured' all of a sudden.

　As the person who brought the mine back into the hands of the human race, I feel awkward.
　I'm sorry.
　I have to apologize for my haphazard behavior and for causing you to swing around.

The other half of the joy, as a blacksmith, that is. The other half of the joy is, of course, as a blacksmith, it's a joy to know that you're alive and in touch with your mithril again.
'Alive?　Again?
Look at this old man. He has been a full-fledged blacksmith since before you were born. This was when mithril was sold to the humans.

　The Mithril Mine has passed between the human and demon tribes at different times.
　A few decades ago, it was under the control of the human tribe, then the demon tribe took it away, and only recently, after a long period of time, it has returned to the human race.

　There are few people who have experienced those decades now.

As a matter of fact, I used to live in this village when I was young. In fact, I used to stay in this village when I was young, forging mithril every day at the forge.
Really?
LUX village was the setting for my youth. When I think of it, it makes me nostalgic.

　He couldn't sit still for long enough to visit the village.

At my age, I'm retired," he said, "but I can move about more easily than my son and his students, who work day and night. I'm retired at my age, and I thought it would be easier for me to move around than for my son and his students, who work so hard day and night. So I came here as if I were in a better shape than my son and his pupils, who work day and night.

　An old man smiles with a pompous smile.
　He is in vigorous condition. With his vigor, he could still be working.

So what do you think?

　Mr. Smith, the blacksmith, changed and asked.

'Can we strike another mithril here?'
Yes, of course...!

　I wasn't sure if I should say this casually or not, but after being shown such an intense work ethic, I couldn't resist.
　Should I just check with the guild leaders later?

''I see, the heavens are telling this old man to work...!　Don't rest yet, work...!

　That's very passionate.

Then you're young!　Take me to the workshop!　This master craftsman will show you the skills of a master craftsman!
I can't.
What?

You're not going to be able to do that.

　I explained the unavoidable situation to this old man.

　The forge is now controlled by the forces of Campbell Street.
　It will be difficult to get in there later. The only way to do this is to persuade the guild leaders to wield their power.

　And that guild leader is currently at the mine, so it will take some time to tell him.

''Haha!　If you think you can stop an old man from doing that, you're wrong!
''What?!''

　The older man's outburst was unexpectedly violent and I was just dragged along by the old man.

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...So, could you please do me a favor?

　I went out with Smith's grandfather to the ruins of the forge in Lax Village.
　It was occupied by the very Campbell Street forces.

'This old man wants to at least touch Mithril before he dies!
"I beg you, please do this old man a favor for the last time and do me a favor!

　Fitbitan couldn't be a demon if he was clung to like that, and he was pushed aside.

''It can't be helped. Then use a corner of the forge to work on it.
"Thank you very much~!
The village blacksmith?　Still, don't get in the way of our blacksmiths. We're serious about it, you know.
Hey, hey...

　Grandpa Smith blended into the forge in a surprise act.
　I accompany him in a sloppy manner.

''Why are you hiding your identity?　Wouldn't it have gone more smoothly if you had told the truth?

　Identify yourself as a regular blacksmith invited by the Center Guild.

That's boring, isn't it? Life has to be more interesting.

　Staged?
　But please don't get me started on the Isaa, because the peace of the village is the top priority.

　The forge was much cleaner than the last time I was here.
　The overgrown grasses and vines, the fitbitans must have done their best to clean it up.

''Oh........I miss it......!''

　Grandpa Smith shuddered as he entered the forge.

'It's the same as when I used to work there. I used to hammer here when I was just a 20 year old working stiff...!

　If you look, there was a pile of mithril ingots in the center of the workshop.
　They must have already been sent in little by little from the mine.

'This is all you're allowed to use.

　The fitbitan threw a tiny chunk from it.

It's a precious mithril. There's only the minimum I can share with the old man's hand wedge.
It's so stingy.

　Grandpa Smith whispered to me.

"You guys didn't dig it up.... You haven't even dug up anything....

　Still, I didn't protest outwardly, and with the little mithril I was given to share, I headed for my forge.
　I followed in silence as well.

''Oh dear.......I miss everything. It's as if this old man has become a young man of twenty again.......!
What are you making?
Well, don't panic. Just wait and see what they do first.

　Grandpa Smith, who seems to have rejuvenated himself, even his tone of voice.
　When you say you're going to see what's going on, do you mean the Campbell Street forces that are occupying this place?

　Many of the city smiths that Fitbitan had brought with him were grunting in front of a pile of mithril.
　They don't seem to be moving their hands.

　I wonder if they too have gathered here to make something out of mithril.
　So why isn't it working?

I just don't know what to do.

　Grandpa Smith says with a knowing look on his face, "Mithril is a special mineral.

'Mithril is a special mineral. Mithril is a special mineral, it fixes and enforces an aura. It is different from iron and copper. There is a special way to work with it. And that...

　...Those of today do not know.

'It has been decades since the mithril mines were taken away. The market has been depleted of mithril and the artisans who handle it have ceased to exist. The special way of handling mithril was also lost to the past without being passed on.

　So the blacksmiths in Campbell Street are standing around not knowing how to handle the mithril.

'We took the mine back at the last minute. "We took the mine back just in time to take it back," he said, "I'm the last generation to know how to work mithril. It would have been a waste of time to get it back after I was dead.

　As he spoke, Grandpa Smith moved briskly, working and forging the mithril.
　As he did so, the blacksmiths of Campbell Street slowly noticed and took notice.

'Young man, stand a little more to the right,'
What?
I don't want those snobby bastards studying my skills. Blindfolded.

　My body is in the way and I can't see Grandpa Smith's blacksmithing work.
　Every time the Campbell Street Blacksmith came around, I was moved out of position too........
　In the meantime.........

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I got it!

　Grandpa Smith had made a swing of his sword in a matter of seconds.
　The city smith could only be stunned.