Novelists, painters, sculptors, etc… who were in the profession of making something were proud of themselves.

  The more confident one was in their skills, the stronger they became, and the same applied to their creations.

  They use the saying ‘work is more precious than children’ for no reason.

  And the dwarf Vulcanus was the representative of such people.

  “That means you can’t hand over a masterpiece which you put your heart and soul into.”


  That was why Vulcanus’s masterpieces, the ‘Numbering Swords,’ were only given to Sword Masters.

  It was the thought that he couldn’t hand over his kids to complete idiots.

  The pride of the blacksmith was that his swords should be in the qualified hands of Sword Masters.

  It was an attitude that might sound arrogant at first glance, but no one looked down on Vulcanus.

  Because he was one of the best blacksmiths whose skill was unparalleled.

  “No, wait…”


  The girl called Anya put her hand into the air.

  Surprise struck the faces of the onlookers.

  After a while, a strange thing popped out of the gap.

  ?1? Swords meaning greatswords, rapiers, etc., not swordsmanship. He’s interested in swordsmanship, obviously.