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 cant hand over a masterpiece which you put your heart and soul into.

That was why Vulcanuss masterpieces, the Numbering Swords, were only given to Sword Masters.

It was the thought that he couldnt 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.

That was why everyone was surprised. When he gave a Numbering Sword to a swordsman who wasnt a Sword Master.

It was 10 years ago.

Vulcanus declared that he had made his 7th, 8th, and 9th Numbering Swords, which turned the world upside down.

Because it was the first time that he showed 3 Numbering Swords at once.

However, more surprising was that all 3 swords were passed on to existences other than Sword Masters.

The public didnt like that.

They thought that Vulcanus was losing his touch, that he must have sold the swords for a huge sum of money, and that he should no longer be called the representative of blacksmiths.

Even those who never saw the swords insulted him and his work.

Maybe because Vulcanus was a proud man numerous people admired his stubbornness as much as his skills, so maybe that reaction was natural.

However, 5 years later.

All those who insulted Vulcanuss choice began to regret their words.

It was because the masters of the 7th, 8th, and 9th Number Swords had risen to the level of Sword Master.

thats exciting.

Right! Im curious too. If they were swordsmen, how did a blacksmith even recognize that they would become Sword Masters? Of course, the three of them had great records, but even then, the status of Sword Master is something only a small number of people can reach!

At the mans words, Irene nodded his head.

Definitely a great story.

Even he, who wasnt very interested in swords, began to take interest.

Unsurprisingly, not just that table, but the tables and swordsmen around were listening to the story.

One of them was Wolfgang, a veteran mercenary, who asked.

So, these Numbering Swords of his how does he decide who are the right masters for his swords?

In an instant, everyone focused.

Yes, actually, that was the important part.

Getting the sword was important, but the most important part was how was it decided?

Vulcanus's judgment was as if he was saying, You are the next person to rise to the level of Sword Master!

Some swordsmen wouldnt want that burden.

Some gulped and waited for the answer.

Fortunately, the man answered.

From what Ive heard, its going to be a contest.

Contest?

Yes. I didn't hear him say it I heard it from one of the disciples. A week from now, the swordsmen, who want the 10th Number Sword, will gather together and be in that contest.

How can one participate? And what are the rules?

Well, I dont know that. Since there arent many rumors, maybe you should find out?

The man who was suddenly asked to participate stuttered and answered. (*)

It was understandable.

Anyone who thinks about the opportunity to obtain the best sword on the continent is bound to be overexcited.

All the swordsmen inside of the inn thought of themselves holding that sword.

Some laughed, and some were trembling.

Wolfgang was the same.

However.

It sounds fun. I think it will be a good experience.

I want to participate too.

The moment Irene Pareira, who had been listening quietly, opened his mouth, the excitement cooled down.

Come to think of it, if he participates, I wont have a chance.

Ahh

At the words of Wolfgang, the mercenaries realized that they were dreaming.

They couldnt do anything but dream.

The great background of a Krono Swordsmanship Schools trainee.

A formidable superpower that overwhelmed everyone.

Even though they could try, they wouldnt be victorious.

Well, who would dare enter with Irene Pareira

Because of Sir Irene Pareira, we cant even dream. But besides that, how many swordsmen will come to Derinku?

Thats right. I heard that even the gold card mercenaries come to the city from time to time, and the knights from the five western kingdoms too.

But I dont think that even gold card mercenaries or knights can beat Irene

Maybe, Sir Irene is the real master of the 10th sword?

Maybe its a possibility?

Huh?

The air inside the inn changed.

Even if Irene wasnt thinking of himself as a Sword Master, the current story was interesting.

A swordsmanship contest, where strong men gather to win. Isnt it a topic that would make one excited?

Even thinking that the person considered the strongest candidate had a small connection to them made the mercenaries proud.

The mercenaries and merchants were even more excited.

Of course, Irene, who heard the story, wasnt that excited.

Im going to my room.

What? Why? We just heard good stories from all over the place.

Its burdensome. It really is. There are many people stronger than

Irene spoke with a slightly red face.

He was being sincere.

It was true that he had excellent skills for his age, but that didnt matter.

He knew it better than anyone else that there were countless people greater than him in the world.

Right now, even those in Krono are stronger than him.

It was unlikely that such a man would get the sword in Derinku.

That was what he thought.

A loud voice resounded from the table in the corner.

No, I dont get why Irene Pareira is being praised like that? He can be a Sword Master?

He isnt even a Sword Master. Why cant you all keep your mouth shut? Dont you know who is in Derinku right now!

Brother, we are here for a good time. Lets not start an argument.

What the hell? You are all talking about someone no one has ever heard of and thinking of him as a candidate.

Then who do you think the winner will be? Is a Master really coming?

No. From what Ive heard, no Master is coming. There are some strange rumors, but nothing has spread regarding that.

Dont talk in circles. I asked who you think the winner will be.

The drunken mercenary who questioned him before stood up and pushed further.

He was next to Trent and someone who praised Irene more than anyone else.

Perhaps he didnt want to be pushed. The man at the corner table got up and said.

Two names.

Charlotte and Victor.

!

What? The strongest twins?

Ahh, Charlotte and Victor. Quite a monster they are.

Someone you know?

Irene asked Kuvar.

And he said.

They are quite a famous duo. They are twin swordsmen, but they are also veteran mercenaries who are rumored to be able to compete with a Sword Master if they both raise their swords.

Really?

Irene was shocked.

He knows how strong a Sword Master is.

Its because he directly met and talked to Ian and also saw Keira Finn.

Of course, they probably couldnt win against the schoolmaster maybe Miss Keira could lose?

No matter how much he thought, Irene thought it was impossible.

If the rumors about the twins were true, it meant that both were superior swordsmen to him.

However, listening to Kuvars words, it seemed like there was more.

That could be an exaggeration. I dont know much about swords or what kind of existence a Master is.

Ah, I see.

But its true that the twins are strong seeing how the rumors go around. There are so many stories, and many mercenaries respect them.

Kuvar shared what he knew.

They could subdue a den of demonic monsters, which are difficult to subdue in the countryside, and save a mountain from large monsters

All of the stories were great.

It was enough to guess what level they were at.

It was because ordinary mercenaries couldnt even dream of subjugating demons.

Of course, you are great. Because you saved the escorts from a bandit influenced by Magi.

You dont have to bring that up.

Well, I was just stating the truth. You are too humble. Didnt your sister tell you to walk confidently? I dont think thats bad advice.

Hmm

In that sense, how about showing them your skills?

Huh?

Im talking about the people trying to ignore you.

Kuvar pointed to some people in the corner.

About ten people, including the man who started the angry outburst.

It was childish, a debate whether Charlotte and Victor were stronger or Irene was stronger.

Before the fight starts, show them your skills. Then, even those who are corning us will back off.

You dont like it?

no. Ill do it.

It wasnt that he liked it.

However, Irene knew that it would be helpful if he took some kind of action now.

At times like this, I really think shes right.

In order to avoid disputes, sometimes one needed to show off their skills.

Reflecting on Kirills words, Irene Pareira stood up.

Summoning his sword, he hit his fist on it.

Tang!

Eyes gathered in an instant.

The person who argued about him, the mercenary who was holding his neck, and those who were ready to fight looked at him.

To them, Irene Pareira spoke in an awkward tone.

Uh, hm, so calm down, and would you like to watch my swordsmanship outside?

Huh. Lets see. Im not good at swords, but I have amazing eyes when it comes to it.

You dont have such eyes at all. If it wasnt for your stupid eyes, and you actually saw what happened. You would know how great Sir Irene is!

Irene sighed as he looked at the people still arguing.

He remembered what the schoolmaster had said before he left the school.

Its inevitable to get a lot of attention, so start getting used to it.

Right. I have come all the way here, so I need to get through this.

He nodded his head.

He didnt intend to break things to show it.

It was then.

Irene thought of Ilya Lindsays sword.

The most glamorous sword he had and Judiths and Bratts swords are difficult to show with no opponent.

Making the decision, he summoned his sword again.

As people saw that, exclamations flowed out.

Some even applauded.

Clap clap clap!

Oh, magic?

Isnt he a swordsman?

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Is that so? Then what is he?

I dont know. Lets take a look.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

People are still applauding.

I know, I know its strange, but they should stop.

Clap clap clap

People were shocked, so was Irene.

They thought that the clapping would stop, but it continued.

Some even frowned in displeasure.

The reason they didnt swear was because it was a child who was applauding.

Woah! Thats so cool.

So cool! Very cool!

A girl in a black dress continued to say it.

It was quite weird to see a young girl, who was barely ten, not afraid of large mercenaries.

Her pale white skin and thick eye makeup didnt seem appropriate for her age.

After finishing the applause, she moved towards Irene.

Lulu, who was behind him, moved closer and said.

Sorcerer.

Huh.

Irene nodded his head.

He wasnt that well-versed in it, but he knew sorcery, so he could guess the childs identity.

The girl, who approached him, said.

This, cant you give this to Anya?

Are you referring to my sword?

Yes. I want to give this to my captain.

She was a child, but she said what she wanted to.

Of course, it wasnt an acceptable request.

He had no intention of giving it away, but since it was a sword made of sorcery, one couldnt even lift it.

Neither the powerful Kuvar nor the sorcerer Lulu were able to

Sorry, but I cant give this to you.

Why?

Its a sword I cherish, and it cant be lifted.

Anya can do it.

Huh?

Anya can do it. Ah! By the way, Anya is my name! So give it. Okay?

If you give me the sword, I will give you something you like.

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.

Swords meaning greatswords, rapiers, etc., not swordsmanship. Hes interested in swordsmanship, obviously.