The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 54

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The Magic Girl Hunter Clears the Dungeon! Episode 54
The Grassland was much the same.
The grass had grown to precisely the height where a carnivore could hide, yet not a single predator stalked the defenseless Si-heon hopping about like a rabbit.
And yet, in such an environment, a young deer had been devoured?
‘Something’s wrong.’
She kept scanning the surroundings, wondering if perhaps a wolf lay hidden somewhere—but it didn’t matter.
The Dungeon Master’s words scattered all doubt and concern.
[I’ve given you everything you need! Even solitude!]
If this forge was the stage for a genius blacksmith, then nature held only safe creatures.
That was when she understood.
The fawn hadn’t been killed by a predator.
And later, hearing the Dungeon Master’s voice from the Blacksmith’s Forge, she confirmed the deeper truth.
‘This Dungeon Master hates it when the old man pays attention to anything outside the forge.’
On the surface, he was shouting words of encouragement for the blacksmith’s focus and dedication—
‘But did he really want him to stare only at the anvil?’
A man like that wouldn’t have placed a feeding bowl for animals in front of the forge.
The blacksmith had wanted to communicate with a warm, living thing.
And so—
Lee Ji reached her certainty and cried out to the Dungeon Master.
“Dungeon Master, Grandfather! You did something terrible to the deer that had grown close to the blacksmith!”
“Stop!”
“And you left the dead deer in the Grassland. Pretending it was the harsh law of nature, forcing the blacksmith to work alone.”
“That is, that—!”
The Raven’s voice grew quieter. Meanwhile, the blacksmith’s shoulders trembled. Lee Ji’s deduction had struck home.
Though a touch of sadness washed over her, Lee Ji didn’t stop.
“All the Dungeon Clear conditions here. They’re all just for making a sword, aren’t they?”
The speaker brainwashes the blacksmith.
A Chainsaw is given so firewood comes easily.
An Angel Statue soothes the mind.
And she eliminates the animal the blacksmith had grown to love, leaving him lonely.
So that he clings to his weapon and nothing else.
“Blacksmith, sir. Do you want to stay here?”
“Ugh, ugh—!”
The blacksmith held his head and responded with something like a groan.
“O-of course. This is where I fulfill my d-dream—!”
“…….”
“That I struggled among my family was the only t-truth—”
“I know.”
“What?”
“Love doesn’t make sacrifice easy.”
Lee Ji understands this well.
Her sister had spoken it in her sleep once.
Said it was too hard.
But what Lee Ji knows goes beyond that.
“Still, my sister loves me.”
She won’t use love as a hostage to make her sister sacrifice.
“My sister likes it when I step on her back.”
She only wants to find a path where they can be happy together.
“I don’t understand much yet, but I’ll keep learning. Because I really love my sister too.”
“I don’t understand. I don’t understand what you’re saying!”
“Even the baby deer probably loved you.”
“That, that’s not impor—”
“Sir.”
Lee Ji posed the most crucial question.
“Are you happy in this forge?”
“Ah, ah—! Ahhhhh!”
The blacksmith seized his own face.
The axe he’d been holding tilted slowly.
The Raven cried out urgently.
“Don’t fall for innocent words! Love? Happiness? Those are merely words a child would treasure!”
“…….”
“You are destined to forge the greatest sword! In my greatest forge!”
“……Yes. Right.”
The blacksmith gripped the axe firmly. He muttered in a low voice.
“You’re right. This forge…… was the greatest. It was exactly as I dreamed when I was young.”
Geum-hui reflexively dropped into a combat stance, and the Raven’s beak split with vulgar delight—in that instant.
The blacksmith’s axe—
“Your voice.”
“……Huh?”
“Would have been better if it didn’t exist.”
—flew toward the Raven.

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‘Klaus, you have real talent for blacksmithing!’
The day his father lost his leg to a wolf bite.
The boy Klaus chose his path based on that praise.
There was no time for doubt. His mother was gaunt from nursing an infant, and his younger siblings learned how to gather firewood before they learned how to hold a toy.
Fortunately, the things Klaus made were well-regarded. His plows were sturdy, his sickles didn’t bend. As long as people farmed, Klaus wouldn’t let his family starve.
But once he recognized his talent as real, one desire began filling his mind.
—I want to make something legendary. With my talent, it should be possible.
—But people will never acknowledge a ‘legendary plow.’
—What if I had made a sword instead……?
As the years passed, such fantasies faded.
He married off two of his siblings. His nieces and nephews were adorable—though they were a bit afraid of Uncle Klaus.
On the day he died among his siblings and nephews, his nephew held up Klaus’s final work, a Seedling Shovel, and wept, saying he would treasure it forever.
It was a moving moment, yet inwardly he felt hollow.
—A Seedling Shovel—how utterly trivial.
As he smiled bitterly, his heart stopped—
And then.
A winged figure looked down at Klaus from above his deathbed.
‘Klaus. A being who could have become the greatest blacksmith.’
‘……Who are you? Are you an angel or a demon?’
‘I will be an angel to you.’
He smiled wickedly.
‘Klaus. I’m giving you a chance.’
‘A chance?’
‘I’ll give you abundant food and a warm home, a forge of your own. Above all—I’ll remove all those who waste your time.’
‘……What?’
‘If you had no family. You surely could have created a legendary masterpiece!’
The self-proclaimed angel snapped his fingers.
Before Klaus’s eyes, a beautiful landscape appeared. Peaceful nature, a spacious forge, even magical tools.
Everything he had vaguely desired in his youth.
The angel must have noticed Klaus’s heart wavering.
The self-proclaimed angel grinned widely and spoke.
‘In exchange, make me one greatest sword.’
‘The greatest sword? What will you use it for?’
‘Rebellion.’
The angel snapped his fingers.
‘I will rebel against the Master of the Universe. For that, I first need a sword that can even break Dungeons.’
‘What is a Dungeon?’
‘You’ll find out soon enough.’
And so, having tasted death.
The genius blacksmith Klaus became trapped in a Dungeon made for him alone.

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The moment the axe struck, the Raven vanished like a popped balloon in the air.
The Dungeon found silence again.
Lee Ji asked in a trembling voice.
“Sir…… are you alright?”
“……More or less.”
The blacksmith wiped his face with his sleeve. Then the face of a gentle, kind-looking man appeared, the Madness gone from his eyes.
Along with it, his information displayed.
[The Blacksmith
With Unfulfilled Dreams
Klaus]
A genius blacksmith forced to make anything and everything to feed his family.
In his old age, he passed away dreaming that had he spent his time only on himself, he could have created a masterpiece.
Shaken by persuasion, he became trapped in the Blacksmith’s Forge Dungeon.
‘The description changed!’
Most importantly, the ‘Madness’ state had vanished.
Now it might be possible to talk to him!
“Hello! I’m Lee Ji, a second-grader at Sparrow Elementary School! I’m a Hunter and a Magic Girl!”
You should introduce yourself when meeting someone for the first time.
Klaus was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.
“Right. I’m Klaus, a blacksmith. I came here because I heard a request to make the finest sword, but…… I don’t think I have any obligation to do so anymore.”
Like a man freed from a long shackle, Klaus smiled brighter than on the day he first received praise.
But the peace didn’t last long.
A red message appeared.
Dungeon Clear Sequence Reversal Detected!
Warning!
Dungeon Instability Rising!
Almost simultaneously, Grimoire cried out.
[Lee Ji! The Dungeon Core is becoming unstable!]
“Yes? The Core is—”
[The heart of the Dungeon. If it destabilizes, a Dungeon Break could occur!]
“What do we do?”
Si-heon, a veteran used to these situations, remained rigid on the 2nd Floor.
Geum-hui pressed her temples.
“We learned this in Hunter orientation—we, uh…… first, we need to find the Dungeon Core embedded somewhere in the Dungeon!”
In that moment, a familiar voice cut in.
“That won’t be necessary.”
The Dungeon Master appeared through the broken doorway into the Blacksmith’s Forge.
“I’ve come to find it myself, borrowing the Core’s body—!”
It was a familiar sight.
The Angel Statue they’d found in the Grassland earlier and dumped into the Pond was now flying toward them, clutching a Coin Basket.
Geum-hui let out a curse of bewilderment.
“What the hell! Why is the pigeon piggy bank flying around?”

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