A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 50

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 50

“This one too!”

“You want to take this too?”

“Yes! This one too!”

“But this is just rope?”

“Still, let’s take it!”

Meanwhile, Tie had arrived at the armory and was looking around with sparkling eyes.

Veil tilted his head but obediently gathered up the miscellaneous items Tie pointed to.

The large cart they had dragged from the entrance was already filled with dozens of various weapons and armor.

“Whoa!”

Just then, Tie, who had been walking ahead, stopped at a certain spot.

The child was looking at a helmet and armor displayed in the center of the armory.

In front of the equipment that looked incredibly valuable at first glance, a sign was erected.

[Heart of Krazal.]

“Heart of Krazal…?”

Tie looked at the sign and then lowered her gaze to the description written below.

[This equipment is legendary armor crafted using the core of the ancient monster Krazal.

It changes size and form in response to the wearer’s body and will, and neutralizes all attacks until its durability is exhausted.]

Her lips parted involuntarily.

Armor and helmet that change size to fit the wearer’s body!

It could even block all attacks completely!

Moreover, the description didn’t end there.

[The ancient monster Krazal was discovered 35 years ago in a large Mastone that emerged outside the Popurosa Weapon District.

The core was recovered through a donation by the conqueror ‘Valentis Luminen’, and was crafted into equipment by the artisan ‘Berugon Gregor’.]

Tie swallowed hard.

“Large Mastone…”

All the Mastones that Tie had conquered so far were medium-sized Mastones.

From Tie’s perspective, even medium Mastones were never easy to conquer.

But to have conquered a large Mastone!

Tie looked around and then ran over to Veil, whispering.

“Brother Veil. Who is Valentis Luminen?”

Veil’s expression became troubled at the name of the Luminen family head that came from the child’s mouth.

Valentis Luminen.

He was someone the Agavert members had once suspected of being Tie’s biological father.

But he couldn’t simply tell Tie about that.

Veil cleared his throat and rolled his eyes before answering.

“He’s a Paladin.”

“A Paladin?! Like our Father?”

“Yeah.”

The child’s green eyes began to sparkle.

“Then he’s really strong? He conquered a large Mastone, so he must be really strong, right?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Valentis Luminen had been leading the Paladins from the front for nearly 30 years.

Not only that, he had also raised his sons to be powerful Paladins like himself.

Veil gestured toward the part that said ’35 years ago’ on the sign and continued.

“I think Valentis Luminen was twenty when he conquered Krazal’s Mastone. It was an incredible achievement for an inexperienced young Paladin.”

“Twenty years old…!”

Large Mastones were incomparably bigger and more powerful than medium ones.

The reason large Mastones that had emerged in the world could be counted on one hand was precisely this.

‘But to conquer such a Mastone at twenty years old.’

Moreover, the part about donating the monster’s core obtained as spoils of war to the Weapon District was even more incredible.

‘Really, really cool.’

Was this what the older kids from the Flower Deer class meant by ‘hip’?

Tie felt her heart pounding as she looked up at the ‘Heart of Krazal’.

The armor was perfectly fitted on an iron mannequin.

The red aura that faintly rippled around it captured Tie’s gaze and wouldn’t let go.

“Is it expensive…?”

Veil burst into laughter.

“Of course it would be expensive. But it’s probably not for sale in the first place.”

Tie’s gaze fell to the bottom of the sign.

She could see the clearly engraved words [Not for Sale].

The child’s lips pouted slightly.

“…That’s too bad. If they sold it, Tie would wear it.”

“You? Armor?”

“Yeah. It says so right here. That Tie can wear it too.”

The child’s finger pointed to the phrase ‘changes size and form in response to the wearer’s body and will’.

Then Tie let out a deep sigh.

“This is really pretty, I want to have it…”

Tie couldn’t take her eyes off Krazal’s armor as if she were enchanted by it.

It seemed like she wanted it even more than when she first saw the Ice Princess Rosa dress at the neighborhood supermarket.

It felt like there was some kind of instinctive attraction.

But Tie wasn’t a child who threw tantrums.

“I’ll have to come back later when they sell it…”

Tie absentmindedly touched the backpack containing gems.

“By then, I’ll save up even more money…”

After looking back at the armor several more times, just as she was trying to move her reluctant feet away from the Heart of Krazal.

“Ahem!”

Someone blocked Tie’s path.

Tie looked up and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Right in front of her, a group of men with faces covered in soot were standing around.

Olek, one of Berukon’s disciples, steeled his resolve.

‘Don’t panic. If you’re overwhelmed by their presence, it’s over.’

Right in front of him stood the necromancer who was the talk of the town these days, the ‘Commander King’.

Roughly braided platinum hair.

Eyes rounded in surprise.

The chubby cheeks certainly looked like those of a small, cute child, but,

‘Don’t be fooled by appearances! That form is just an illusion!’

Olek and the other blacksmiths of the Weapon District already knew.

They knew who was inside that innocent-looking exterior.

There were rumors that the Commander King’s true form was three times the size of an ordinary person.

And that wasn’t all?

What about the story that his whole body was covered in shaggy fur, and just looking at him would make most people wet themselves and run away?

‘Focus, focus.’

Above all, Olek had to drive out that Commander King from the armory without any trouble.

Whether they would leave quietly was uncertain though.

“You’re the leader of Agabert?”

When he asked to create a heavy atmosphere, the Commander King’s lips parted.

He looked back at his companions behind him, then nodded with a wary expression.

“Yes. But why?”

Olek cleared his throat with a cough, then looked around.

He could see other members of Agabert who had been looking at weapons in the distance gathering toward them.

He exchanged glances with his colleagues.

‘Physical combat would be burdensome, so avoiding it as much as possible is the best strategy.’

Just a few days ago, there had been a similar incident.

Whenever large and small mercenary groups visited for weapon repairs and purchases, Berukon would invariably order them to be expelled.

Of course, the condition of the weapons those mercenary groups brought wasn’t particularly good.

The chipped and torn blades everywhere testified to how they had used their weapons.

‘But even so, still…’

How could they fight fierce battles against monsters while treating their weapons so carelessly?

Recalling the situation that had been tediously repeating for months, Olek’s face hardened once again.

‘Drive them out! If you can’t drive them out, you’ll all be stripped of your disciple status!’

For whatever reason, Berukon always told them to chase away customers.

‘We won’t leave! We just came to buy new weapons because ours broke, and suddenly you’re telling us to get out? We’re your customers! What the hell is this about!’

But the mercenaries would stubbornly refuse to leave…

In the end, Olek and the blacksmiths had to engage in physical confrontations that weren’t quite physical confrontations with the mercenaries every time.

Naturally, subduing strong and large mercenaries was no easy task.

In fact, last time he had sprained his hand, causing disruptions in weapon forging for several days.

‘The Commander King will be even more troublesome than those guys back then…’

A deep shadow fell across Olek’s face.

But he couldn’t ignore Berukon’s orders either.

It had been 10 years since he had pestered the reluctant master and finally began learning techniques.

He couldn’t be dismissed from his disciple position now.

Olek steeled himself and shouted at the Commander King.

“Please leave now! Put down all the weapons you loaded in the cart!”

The Commander King’s eyes widened.

Waiting for his reaction, Olek swallowed nervously.

Would he get angry or show displeasure?

Would he dare think he was being looked down upon and recklessly start casting magic?

If another brawl broke out, how should they subdue this new mercenary group that was said to be nothing short of monsters…

“Why?”

However, the voice that followed was surprisingly polite and reasonable.

Olek stopped his thoughts and stared tensely at the Commander King.

Then the Commander King spoke again.

“Why do we have to leave? We weren’t being loud, were we? We didn’t do anything wrong…”

With a face that seemed very wronged.

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