Volume 3 Chapter 19 How To Raise A Divine Artifact Craftsman
Brue looked up at the sky in shock.
Everyone in the room was staring at the young man floating in the air, showing similar reactions.
(What the hell is happening...?)
He was flying.
Like a bird, a human was soaring through the sky.
Eventually, the young man descended from the stage in a daze, and Fran said, "Excuse me," as he returned the sword.
He then raised it to show the guests.
"This is another skill contained in the Dragon Bone Red Sword, 'Flight'."
"F, flight...?"
"This skill grants the user 'Flight ability,' allowing for up to 30 minutes of flight. As long as you don't need to move in the air, you can stay suspended without the risk of falling."
The granting of Flight ability.
Witnessing such an extraordinary ability, the venue fell into silence.
If it were just an enhancement of power, there would still be ways to explain it away.
There are indeed magic tools in the world that temporarily boost a user's physical abilities.
However, a magic tool that grants Flight ability to a human was something no one had ever seen before.
When faced with a person actually flying right in front of them, they had no choice but to acknowledge the existence of this skill.
(Really, that guy's sword has Divine Revelation and a skill...!)
As Brue was hit by a second chill, another blow came.
"And one more thing, it also contains a skill called 'Wrath,' which enhances physical abilities through heightened emotions. It's difficult to demonstrate this one, so please try it out for yourself to see its effects."
"..."
Fran bowed his head slightly, finishing the introduction of the Dragon Bone Red Sword.
As he let out a sigh of relief on stage, the guests in the room were left in a daze.
In contrast, Brue clenched his teeth tightly, filled with frustration and anger.
Strength enhancement 'Dragon Soul'.
Flight ability 'Flight'.
Body enhancement 'Wrath'.
All those skills are combined in the straight sword that Fran struck.
It was a very hard fact to accept.
"What the hell is Divine Revelation... what is this skill...! You're just spouting nonsense...! No one would believe anything that useless Fran says...! This isn't a place to sell magic tricks...!"
Brue still doubted the straight sword, thinking that someone like Fran, whom he looked down on, couldn't possibly wield a weapon with skills.
It was probably just a bunch of lies.
There had to be some sneaky trick behind it.
The customers must know that too.
As Brue cast a suspicious glance, the female host broke the silence in the venue.
"Well then, now that Mr. Flax's introduction is over, I think it's time to start the auction for the 'Dragon Bone Red Sword'. As usual, we'll start at 100,000 Flora... so, everyone, what do you think?"
"..."
Everyone remained silent, staring at the straight sword, lost in their thoughts.
The unusual atmosphere seemed to confuse the host, who looked around the venue.
Then, what happened...
In response to the host's question, no one raised their hand.
(Hah, see? No one would value Fran's item. It's just a bunch of ridiculous nonsense, and there's no way it could catch the attention of seasoned experts. My sword, valued at 5 million Flora, is the winner.)
Brue smiled confidently, convinced of his victory.
Even though he had included various promotional materials like Divine Revelation and skills, the customers here were looking for pure masterpieces.
Items that didn't meet the demand would only confuse the customers.
There was no way it could compete with Brue Anvil's soul creation, which combined overwhelming technical skill with rare materials that were hard to process.
Beside the chuckling Brue... someone quietly spoke up.
"...6 million Flora."
"...Huh?"
Brue looked around the venue with wide eyes, unable to believe the voice he heard.
Just then, an unbelievable sight jumped into his view.
"6.5 million!"
"7 million!"
"8.2 million!"
"W-What the hell are you guys doing...! Why are you putting a higher price on this thing than on my stuff!"
Seeing so many customers raising their hands like never before sent chills down Brue's spine.
At the same time, everyone was bidding higher than his Sapphire Longsword, filling his heart with despair.
Why was such a ridiculous rare item getting such a high price?
"I've never heard of a weapon with Divine Revelation and skill!"
"I have no idea how much I should bid!"
"I don't even know when Mr. Flax will auction again! I have to win this for sure!"
"..."
The audience had a look in their eyes that Brue had never seen before.
Just seeing that made him feel the overwhelming difference in power.
"15 million Flora!"
"Wha──!?"
And finally, an outrageous amount was offered, causing the venue to buzz intensely.
"L-Ladies and gentlemen... did you hear that...! 15 million! 15 million Flora has been declared! This is truly an enormous amount that could last a lifetime! And it's been placed on the debut work of an unknown Blacksmith!"
The price was about 3 times that of his Sapphire Longsword.
Brue felt the blood drain from his face and slowly crumbled to his knees.
"This can't be happening...! I, of all people, lost to that fool Fran in an auction...!?"
The word "why" raced through his mind.
Why did that guy's weapon have Divine Revelation and skill?
Why was he able to forge such a weapon?
Why was he able to blossom his talent in such a short time?.
"I won't accept this...! I won't accept it...! You don't have any Blacksmith talent!"
Unable to contain his anger, Brue finally made his way up to the stage.
Of course, the audience fell silent with puzzled expressions as they watched.
Fran, glared at by Brue, responded as if to answer the question.
"I also couldn't believe in my own power for a long time. No matter how hard I tried, I was just a useless Blacksmith who could only make dull things. But thanks to someone, I finally realized my own power."
Suddenly, Fran turned his gaze to one side of the venue.
Brue followed his gaze and saw a "silver-haired young man" sitting in one of the audience seats.
(Ah, that guy was the one who made a request to Fran...!)
The young man who had come to Fran's defense when he tried to kick him out of the workshop.
At that time, the young man had said he was strongly drawn to Fran's sword, not the one we made.
Could it be that he saw Fran's hidden talent? The Blacksmiths who were with him every day had never noticed this quality, but he noticed it in an instant? Who on earth is he...?.
"That person noticed my power. He told me that even a useless person like me has talent. He comforted me, asking me not to give up. Thanks to him strengthening me, I was able to create this weapon with my own hands."
"W-What talent...! You definitely don't have anything like that...!"
Brue, still unable to accept Fran's talent and the results of the auction, attempted a desperate resistance.
"Y-Yeah! There's no proof that sword was made by you! It's probably a copy made by some other craftsman! So this match is invalid! Make it again and face me──!"
In that moment──.
"That's enough, Brue!"
"──!?"
A woman's sharp voice echoed through the venue, stopping Brue, who was struggling awkwardly on stage.
Everyone turned to the back row of the audience, where there stood...
"O-Old hag...!"
A dignified woman with blue hair, wearing a sooty bandana and apron, was standing there.
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