The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 52

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Magical Girl Wants to Talk · Episode 52
Around the Blacksmith’s bloodshot eyes, a red glow flickered.
“Smithy. Intruders, are you?”
“Ah… Sir? We’re, we’re not intruders!”
Lee Ji waved her hands desperately.
Language wasn’t completely broken—the Blacksmith stared down at Lee Ji for a long while before turning his gaze away.
“You, are?”
Geum-hui answered honestly.
“Just a grandmother passing through.”
“……That’s a bear.”
“Haven’t been eating enough mugwort. Mugwort prices are astronomical these days.”
The Blacksmith looked Geum-hui up and down. She quickly hid her front paws—claws jutting out—behind her back, but it was already too late.
“A wild beast!”
“Yes, yes, you’re sharp too.”
“Roaaaar!”
The Blacksmith swung his hammer. Geum-hui sensed it a step ahead and stepped back. The hammer whistled past the bear’s snout with dangerous precision.
A grunt.
Geum-hui pushed the Blacksmith with her front paw.
A gentle blow by bear standards, though any ordinary human would’ve been thrown backward. But the Blacksmith only staggered slightly, immediately found his center, and swung the hammer again.
Crash!
“Eek!”
The wall the hammer grazed crumbled like chalk.
There was no time to be astonished. The next strike came at speed that belied his bulk.
Yet Geum-hui remained untroubled.
A bare-handed ordinary person couldn’t beat a fighter or a bear.
……But the premise shifted just as quickly.
On the Blacksmith’s right foot as he threw a kick, iron armor had materialized from nowhere—with sharp spikes at the toe.
“Ack!”
“Grandmother!”
At the cry, the Blacksmith paused. Lee Ji had grabbed the armored leg that appeared from thin air, wrapping around him.
“Stop! Grandmother isn’t a bad bear!”
“……Eh, child, you?”
“Sir, please sit down for a moment! You can see me, right?”
“No, I must……. I must forge the greatest blade…….”
‘Sir, it’s still working—he can still understand!’
At this rate, she could use the Magical Girl Wants to Talk skill right away.
But just before she could activate the skill.
A deafening voice poured from the speaker.
[Focus on your work, slave!]
“Aaaah!”
[Swayed by a child’s voice—did you remember the days caring for your younger sibling? Get a grip! There is no sickly family, no siblings here!]
“S-sir, gahhh!”
[Clear away the animal and the brat. Go forge your masterpiece! Kahahaha!]
Lee Ji clamped her hands over her ears.
‘My eardrums are going to burst!’
Worse, continuous noise poured from the speaker—the crackle of flames, the relentless clanging of metal on metal.
It was like ASMR from Hell’s Smithy.
The Blacksmith gripped his hammer again.
“Roaaaaah!”
Boom—!
The bear’s body absorbed the impact of the metal well. Geum-hui recovered her stance and threw a body tackle.
“Hyaaah!”
Crash-crash-crash!
The Blacksmith tumbled across the floor. But he absorbed almost no damage—the armor he’d conjured from thin air was taking the impact.
“This won’t stop me! I shall forge a masterpiece!”
“…….”
“I’ve finally escaped feeding my family, escaped the trivial requests of my neighbors! I cannot miss this chance……!”
[Exactly, genius! The fifth condition was basically a gamble, but……a truly high-quality magical being just showed up looking for lost property! This chance will never come again. Forge your greatest weapon now!]
While the two of them ranted loudly, Lee Ji tried calling to the Blacksmith several times. None of it got through.
‘He probably can’t hear me over all that noise.’
If that was the case, there was only one priority.
‘Turn off the speaker!’
From where she stood, Geum-hui had the upper hand in the fight.
“Grrrrrrr!”
“Old man—!”
Geum-hui threw the Blacksmith, he scrambled back to his feet, swung his hammer—repeat.
But between exchanges, spades he conjured from thin air flew at Geum-hui’s face, making Lee Ji’s heart skip.
‘I have the Rainbow Butterfly so I’ll be fine, but…….’
Even as she ran, Lee Ji wanted to protect Geum-hui.
“Grimoire!”
Grimoire heard Lee Ji’s thought and came running.
[Got it!]
“Summon My Friend, Rose Ginseng!”
Rose Ginseng—the volume of her ancient form manifested as rose vines—took root in the Smithy and appeared.
“Beautiful and strong, I’m here! Lee Ji, what’s wrong?”
“Protect Bear Geum-hui!”
“Right! Hammer-jerk, stop your ugly circus act!”
Rose Ginseng stretched her stems further. The spades flying through the air struck her leaves and lost momentum, one after another.
‘Get to the speaker quick!’
“Focus on my beauty, alll of you!”
Rose Ginseng began blooming urgently. Ginseng and rose fragrance briefly covered the iron stench of the Smithy.
And at that moment.
“Huh……?”
The Blacksmith sniffed the air, his voice suddenly hollow.
“Is it May already?”
“Old man?”
“I thought I still had to prepare for winter.”
“…….”
“These beautiful roses……maybe some fertilizer…….”
[Don’t waste your mind on useless things!]
The old man beyond the speaker barked.
[I’ve given you everything you need! A spacious Smithy, convenient modern tools, a symbol of luck and a quiet environment!]
“Ah, ah…….”
[Don’t let anyone steal your time—]
Right then, Lee Ji reached the speaker.
“It’s too loud! In a public place, you have to be quiet!”
Pop!
[—only your hammer…….]
As she yanked the cord, the speaker crackled and died. Silence fell over the Smithy.
Rose Ginseng spoke for the first time.
“Is it over?”
“That old man would know.”
The Blacksmith stared toward the speaker. As if he couldn’t believe what was real.
And then—
“Anvil! Where is my anvil!”
“Sir!”
“I must forge a blade! A sword powerful enough to split mountains!”
The Blacksmith rushed toward the anvil. Even as Rose Ginseng stretched her vines to block him, he pushed through and lit the forge.
Lee Ji ran after him.
Magical Girl Wants to Talk!
“Sir.”
After a long silence, the special effect activated—drawing speech from someone refusing to converse.
“……Why do you ask?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Forging the greatest blade. The master recognized my worth and gave me a chance. ……Move aside. Hot metal will spray.”
“Yikes!”
The bellows roared, the metal melted. The forging work was proceeding at incredible speed.
And a scream came from upstairs. It was Si-heon.
“Gaaaaah……!”
“Sir!”
The Blacksmith spoke without emotion.
“Noisy Mana Fuel.”
“What? That’s not Mana Fuel, that’s my colleague!”
“Here, it is Mana Fuel. My master brought it for me to forge the greatest blade.”
“Ah…….”
Now she understood what was happening.
Just as Si-heon’s spirit had become Mana Stone Fertilizer in the Alice Dungeon, here in the Smithy Dungeon, Si-heon was being used as Mana Fuel for blade-forging.
Sizzle—!
The metal took sword form on the anvil.
“The master gave me a chance. For the first time, I can think only of myself.”
“…….”
“To achieve my dream. ……The conversation ends here, child.”
Clang! Clang!
The hammer struck steel.
And with each strike, Si-heon’s choked screams cut deeper than the screams themselves.
Soon crows flapped through the window.
“That’s it! That’s it!”
“You’ll succeed, Blacksmith!”
The old man, the Dungeon Master, had borrowed the voices of birds instead of the speaker.
Geum-hui made a cracking sound with her claws.
“Should I throw him again and tie him somewhere?”
“……No.”
Even if she did, the Blacksmith would just cut through whatever bound him with his blades and stand before the anvil again.
As long as Si-heon served as the Smithy’s battery, he would keep moving.
Instead, Lee Ji pondered the Dungeon’s clear condition.
‘The fifth condition—sir’s soul—must have been an additional condition the master added when he ended up rolling in here?’
Before that, four elements that needed to be repositioned would be the Dungeon’s core.
‘Angel Statue, Chainsaw, Speaker, Dead Young Deer.’
The Dungeon Master had said this.
[I’ve given you everything you need! A spacious Smithy, convenient modern tools, a symbol of luck and a quiet environment—!]
[Don’t let anyone steal your time—]
The four elements were what the Blacksmith needed to forge the greatest blade.
The Chainsaw was convenient modern tools.
The Angel Statue was a symbol of luck.
The Speaker was for the Dungeon Master to command the Blacksmith.
But why did the young deer have to be dead?
‘Maybe what the Blacksmith really wanted was……?’
“Let’s go!”
“Lee Ji, where are you going!”
“Grandmother, please wait and hit sir a little less!”

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