A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 67

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 67

“It took months to complete the weapon. The blade was much longer and wider than a typical greatsword. The edges were perfectly symmetrical on both sides. I carved a groove down the center so the sword wouldn’t become too heavy. That was a new technique I had perfected around that time.”

A flash of pain crossed Berukon’s eyes.

“After completing even the scabbard, I gave it the name ‘Soul of Iron and Blood.’ Hoping that sword would become a masterpiece remembered throughout history.”

The Paladin who received the sword was delighted.

After all, Berukon was the rising star of the Populosa Weapon District at the time.

Despite his young age, rumors were already following him that he had surpassed the skills of the current Factory Manager.

“Then not long after, I heard the news. That Paladin, with my sword, had done terrible things to innocent people…”

Berukon held his breath.

Like someone who had spoken words too painful to utter.

Seeing his anguished expression, Tie quickly went to Berukon.

And just like a preschool teacher comforting a crying child, she gently held his trembling hands.

“Factory Manager…”

Berukon shook his head as if to say he was fine, then began to continue his story.

“I was disgusted with myself. I had never imagined that the weapon I created, the sword born from my fingertips, would be used in such a way.”

Berukon knew it too.

Given the nature of weapons, someone’s blood would inevitably stain that blade.

But he never thought it would be the blood of innocent lives.

He never thought his single weapon would burn down a small village and hospital.

Was that why?

At the time, while reading the letter about the tragedy, the countryside of his hometown kept flickering before Berukon’s eyes.

His mother, injured and lying in bed.

His father, already fallen into a coma.

His siblings who only grew thinner no matter how much food he brought them.

Everyone left one by one, leaving only nine graves standing alone in his hometown countryside.

“For a while, I couldn’t even set foot in the Smelting District. I endured and endured, then on the day that devil’s execution was held, I went to Heodeodel without thinking.”

Tie gripped Berukon’s hands even tighter as they began trembling more than before, making a tearful face.

“He was laughing on one side of the execution platform. I was so angry I confronted him. How could a human, a person, do such devilish things? How could he do such things with my sword…”

There were many questions I poured out.

But only two sentences came back in response.

‘Weaponsmith, you are merely one who made a sword.’

‘How I use it is my business.’

“The journey back to Populosa is vivid in my memory.”

That day, Berukon barely managed to leave the execution ground with staggering steps.

When he boarded the carriage, the square where the execution would take place was empty.

Because it was a village with so many victims, there weren’t even enough people to witness the execution.

As the wheels began rolling over the stone road, something suddenly entered his dazed vision.

The communal graveyard that had been filled long ago due to the ongoing civil war.

The graves of victims lined up along the forest boundary by the roadside because there was no more space.

The graves continued for a very long time. Until Berukon raged and wailed and gave up on everything.

When he returned, he stopped smelting for a while.

Because weapons no longer felt like glorious tools to him.

The Elder Blacksmith and colleagues came to encourage him countless times, but Berukon only answered that he just needed time.

He spent days and nights locked in his quarters, agonizing and agonizing again.

What are weapons?

And what are the hands that grip those weapons?

When he finally came out of his quarters after a long time, a belief that had never existed before was deeply rooted in his mind.

“Weapons are clean and honest.”

But the hands of those who wield them are always dirty and greedy.

In a way, this could be called a deep-seated hatred of humanity.

Soon after, he began making weapons again.

However, he never again gave names to his weapons.

When a blacksmith names a weapon, it means he has melted his soul into it.

Berukon’s soul to be put into weapons had already been torn to pieces and disappeared.

Along with the ‘Soul of Iron and Blood,’ the sword that had gone missing and was his masterpiece.

“Still, I was a weaponsmith. Once I decided to live as a weaponsmith, there were unavoidable things.”

Berukon still had to let someone use the weapons he made.

So even if he disliked people, he had to deal with them, and he had to continue smelting something.

“I looked so pathetic. Secretly fearing that my weapons might kill someone again. While having to continue smelting while hiding that fear.”

“…”

“Well… that must be the punishment I received.”

It was when Berukon turned his gaze to the air.

A small sniffling sound came from below.

Looking down, the Commander King’s nose had turned bright red and she was crying.

She was crying so sadly that tear stains were clear on her knees.

“Factory Manager did nothing wrong! That Paladin was bad!”

Berukon furrowed his brow, then thought to himself.

‘…What a strange one.’

The Commander King was the monster who had annihilated Krazaar while he had briefly lost consciousness.

To reach that level, she must have seen all sorts of terrible things.

Why was she crying so much over someone else’s past story?

It was unbelievable that she was leading a mercenary group with such a tender heart.

But still.

His gaze moved further down to the small hand holding his hand tightly.

The warmth coming from the Commander King’s hand was strangely not unpleasant.

“Ahem!”

Berukon quickly shook his head.

He felt embarrassed realizing he was being comforted by a mercenary he had met for the first time today.

He quickly pulled his hand away from Astie and added.

“Anyway! I, I have some flaws like that!”

The Commander King looked at Berukon pitifully.

“Flaws?”

“Flaws, I say! Shortcomings!”

“Shortcomings…?”

“That’s right! Why do you think I’m famous across the continent as a bad-tempered weaponsmith? Because of this damn past, I keep losing my temper with customers day and night, and this is how it turned out.”

Tie’s eyes widened, then she nodded.

‘So that’s what it was.’

Honestly, even Tie herself had thought the Factory Manager was a really mean person.

From the Armory until now being trapped in subspace, Berukon had mostly just been irritable, angry, or snappy.

Except when he looked sad while revealing his painful past a moment ago.

“But it wasn’t this bad in the past! I didn’t just chase away customers who came to visit!”

Tie nodded vigorously to show she was listening.

Berukon made a “tsk” sound and continued speaking.

“But around the time I started storing Krazaar’s weapons in my quarters, my nerves seemed to keep getting sharper…”

Just seeing mercenaries who came to the Armory made his mood plummet.

Even with the weapons they brought to be repaired, strange thoughts kept circling in his head once he received them.

“Somehow I felt like they would harm innocent people with the weapons I repaired, things like that… Ahem!”

“Is it because of Your Majesty’s trauma?”

“Trauma?”

“Yes!”

Berukon frowned, then nodded as if it didn’t matter either way.

“I don’t know what that is, but anyway, I definitely felt that the twisted thoughts I had were gradually tilting in a bad direction.”

Especially after I lost my reason and talked back to the Emperor, nearly dying as a result.

Tie unconsciously opened her mouth slightly.

When she looked down, she saw Ppupppu, who had somehow gotten into the pocket of Tie’s cloak.

Ppupppu had been holding his breath and staying very still since a little while ago.

Without the slightest movement, as if he had a lot to feel guilty about.

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