Faith Life of a Former Scammer

026. The magic sword is gone and something else pops out.

Rect was having a strange day. This bizarre day began with a mission to bring guests.

“Take her with the respect you would treat your mother.”

The head of the branch asked for a new trust several times. Rect didn’t understand this.

He was only a ‘probationary priest’, so he couldn’t understand why.

‘It was a stupid idea. The branch manager’s judgment can’t be wrong!’

The branch manager didn’t just say that. When he was alone with the apprentice priest, his intuition gave him a frantic warning.

‘I’ve never felt this way even from the branch manager.’

A ‘gut feeling’ that has saved me many times.

This intuition has never been wrong.

‘Who the hell is that priest?’

It didn’t look strong, it didn’t look crazy. Rather, it seemed noble and holy.

Still, her intuition was constantly signaling that even getting entangled was dangerous.

‘Especially when I said I was going to be a Heretic Inquisitor, I almost got tired of it.’

As he entered the forge with a smile on his face, his legs were wobbly.

‘Oh, you madman. Don’t wonder!’

Is that why? I was very curious about what was going on inside.

‘Doesn’t it matter what you hear? no. Appear in dreams, appear in dreams!’

When I was restless in front of the door, pure white light leaked through the crack in the door.

‘Divine power?’

There was one reason why the divine power flowed through the cracks in the door.

‘The smithy didn’t fill up so much that it came out?’

No matter how small the smithy was, filling the inside and leaking out was nonsense.

‘No matter how great it is, it will be a fix… … .’

He approached the divine power as if possessed.

“God, give me the answer!”

“Korok… … Wow! save… … !”

I started hearing voices inside.

‘uh?’

But something was strange.

For some reason, I heard the sound of people falling into the water.

He brought his ear to the door.

“Oh God! answer!”

“Tell me… … cluck. Whoa! I say!”

Something was strange.

“Ugh! It’s not God talking, it’s the horse!”

“this! this! crazy… … Cororok.”

I couldn’t help but recall the situation inside.

‘What’s going on?’

The incomprehensible conversation continued.

“Believe me! believe it! God speaks through your body!”

“uuu!”

Even if the situation is over, it was really strange to force that belief.

‘Do you believe that people force you to believe?’

It couldn’t have been.

However, this conversation continued. The difference from before was that more divine power flowed out.

“Fill your empty heart with faith!”

“You madman! How is that!”

“Okay!”

“Growl.”

From Rect’s point of view, it seemed like something he couldn’t do for the rest of his life. Little by little, however, the conversation changed.

“You accepted. God embraces everyone.”

“Is this faith?”

“You have doubts! It’s a basket!”

“Sleep, sleep… … Curl!”

“Caltheon, I’ll put the wood in.”

“What?! Wow!… … cluck.”

It was like accepting a belief.

‘Is this going to happen? why? what else is a tree? why put it Where?’

I didn’t say ‘intuition’ was dangerous for nothing. There was something unspeakable and dangerous about that apprentice priest.

“Oh God! Please tell me how to get rid of the devil!”

“I am full of faith! trust! trust!”

At some point, the mad blacksmith began to assimilate.

“God is great. You’ve already got rid of the hemp! Just ask and he will solve it for you!”

“Oh God! I believe!”

Goosebumps ran through Rect’s body.

‘What is this. scared… … .’

This wasn’t spreading faith, it was like being stabbed.

What was even more funny was that I really started to believe in him after he had been stabbed.

“Are you going to make another magic sword?”

“No magic sword can overcome this belief! I will make a sword of faith, a holy sword!”

“Only the sword?”

“Yes?”

“Aren’t you making anything else?”

“Yes? Sleep, wait! growl.”

Rect listened and fell from the door.

‘It’s not like coming out of a dream!’

Rect’s eyes trembled mercilessly. That priest is a man who cannot be entangled or become an enemy.

Rect quietly returned to the carriage.

I did my best to forget about this strange day.

after that some time has passed.

Sigh.

“Rect.”

The apprentice priest walked out casually.

“I believe! Oh God!”

The wet madman came out as a fanatic.

“Yes! Did you call!”

Rect moved like a recruit.

“I’m thinking of making something with this friend. Get off work first.”

“We will place our personnel near the smithy.”

“If you need anything, you’re going to use him, right? okay. Go see.”

“Yes! It was an honor to meet you!”

Leon said with a grin at the appearance that was completely different from before.

“I see.”

“Hee, hee!”

“done. It’s not that I didn’t do anything bad. I was just doing what was necessary as a priest.”

“I didn’t see it! I only heard a glimpse! Let’s go!”

“Go see.”

Rect did his best to get out of this hellish place.

A hell full of divine power.

It’s crazy hell.

Rect left, and Leon and Caltheon immediately entered the forge.

* * *

As soon as Carltheon entered the forge, he asked Leon.

“What can I make?”

Caltheon speaks with his eyes glistening like a madman. Being reformed in faith does not mean that a madman becomes normal.

But Leon liked the way he looked.

‘How can you be so reassuring!’

That look I can’t wait to work on. In Leon’s eyes, he was a good crafting slave, no, a model of a believer.

“Well. Shall we make something simple? We have to see what will come out.”

“Anything! Anything is fine! let me work! Spread the Faith! Oh God!”

It is bad to leave a slave who wants to work, no, a believer, as it is.

Leon asked him a question.

“Why did you start making swords?”

“I thought the sword was the most suitable weapon to show strength.”

It meant nothing special.

“Huh. Am I a bit disappointed?”

“… … What do you mean by that?”

Did he feel that his philosophy of art was being ignored? His expression changed.

“Can’t you relax your eyes? Shall we have another good time?”

“no! I’m also a craftsman, so I did it without even realizing it!”

“great. Because I also touched the pride of the father-in-law. It will pass this time.”

“thank you! After all, he is a saint!”

Leone nodded and started selling the drug.

“Think carefully. If the performance of the sword is good, the opponent will die quickly, right?”

“… … Well. That’s right.”

“If you die quickly, does this guy know how good the sword is?”

“I don’t know because he’s dead.”

“Then it’s a rumor from people who haven’t experienced it at all. lets think. Even if you spread rumors, the victim is the loudest.”

If it’s natural, it’s natural.

Only those who have experienced it can vividly convey it.

“But, the one who gets hit by the sword is so good that he dies right away? Who’s the rumor? Do you like me as a bystander?”

“… … !”

Caltheon was taken aback. This was a loophole he hadn’t thought of.

“So let’s think about something other than the sword. A weapon that won’t kill you even if you hit it. What would happen if you were attacked by such a weapon?”

“I will live and spread the word.”

“right!”

“Can’t we present a sword to a guy who cuts off his arm?”

Caltheon was crazy, but he wasn’t an idiot. I rolled my head, but the opponent was Leon.

“a. Those who had their arms cut off say something else later. Those who use swords are lighthearted. Rather, they would say that only their arm was cut off because they are so good at it?”

“That is also true. Hmm. I am at a loss as to what the heck to make.”

Before Leon could talk, he had already decided what to make.

“How about your knuckles?”

“… … You mean the knuckles used by back alley bullies?”

Back alley bullies don’t use knuckles for nothing.

You can’t kill people like a knife for no reason, and you can beat them. In addition, it is something that can be defended regardless of whether the opponent uses a sword or whatever. that’s knuckle

“Think carefully. Isn’t that right?”

“However, Knuckles doesn’t have much to show for me.”

Unlike the sword, there wasn’t much to show off with knuckles. But it was better that way.

“Hey! Why are you being humble again? Was a sharp sword your goal?”

“It is not.”

“Think of your real goal. The real goal I had in my head!”

Caltheon closed his eyes and remembered his goal.

“I… … I made a sword, but I wanted to create something beyond a sword.”

“right! Did the underworld Caltheon just try to make a sharp piece of sword?”

“you’re right! A sword beyond a sword. A demonic sword that surpasses a demonic sword! A masterpiece worthy of being recorded in history. That is my goal.”

With that tenacity, he creates a “magic sword” that transcends the sword before returning. It was the same as Caltheon who made the sword star.

“great. Then, isn’t it the same as what we need to focus on?”

“… … It’s content. No matter what I made, the shell was not important.”

“Yes! What if it’s a knuckle and what if it’s a sword? What you put in it is what matters. Besides, if it’s a knuckle, rumors will be better.”

“Hehe, that’s right.”

As if it had been passed on to Leon, the two began to thump. Once it was decided, there was no need to procrastinate.

“what are you doing?”

“Yes?”

“You have to use the hammer. don’t you make it?”

“Oh oh! Is that right?”

“Of course. I will fill the ingredients and water with divine power.”

“Stand up, saint!”

The boy shook his body like he was excited.

“Caltheon, let’s make a work with me.”

“Oh God-! The hammer is out!”

The guy had a hammer.

‘I’m going with Philip’s weapon. It’s a test piece, but I can’t use it. Philip, please.’

The test piece was for Philip, and the final piece was for himself.

Of course, it is the heart of a junior who thinks of a senior.

‘then!’

* * *

A tree branch was nestled in Caltheon, and he had all kinds of skills such as consolation, training, and persuasion.

Besides, Lyon was also busy.

“Saint! Divine power!”

According to Caltheon’s request, pour holy power into materials and hammers.

“You seem to have lost your stamina. Divine power goes in!”

“Oh oh-! It gives me strength!”

If the guy’s stamina seemed to be falling, he even supplemented it.

kang!

In the smithy, hammers resonated incessantly for days.

kang!

Caltheon immersed himself in the production as if pouring his soul into it.

‘It’s funny that he’s a knuckle.’

If it wasn’t for Philip, he would have made a sword, but the knuckle wasn’t bad either. As I said to Carltheon, the shell wasn’t important.

‘That maddening tenacity is what’s important.’

Caltheon’s technology wasn’t the best on the continent. However, he created the strongest and worst demonic sword.

“I believe!”

He called out to faith and hit the hammer.

kang!

The madness and tenacity beyond that obsession made him able to do things that other blacksmiths couldn’t.

‘How should I express this?’

I put that tenacity and madness into the sword.

Thanks to that, all the things he made became ‘magical swords’.

‘But this time it’s different.’

His body was filled with faith, and he made things while shouting out his faith.

‘It’s a 100 percent sacred object.’

That precious relic will pop out.

kang!

Carltheon screamed with the final hammer sound.

“finally!”

“Are you done?”

“Yes! It’s done!”

Leone hurriedly ran to check the holy relic. However, unlike Leon’s thoughts, something was strange.

“Well. Relic?”

“Yes. Can’t you feel the fullness of faith and holiness?”

He looked at him as he would at his own child, but Leon couldn’t.

“Hmm, I can see that, but did the relic originally look so ominous?”

Leon made a quick decision.

“Hey. How do you know the effect just by looking at it?”

“you’re right!”

Leon boldly wore knuckles.

‘Mi, crazy!’

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Madness, violence, destruction, all sorts of emotions filled me up.

‘What the hell!’

Faith covered it.

“Aagh! I believe! Oh God!”

“… … Castle, saint?”

“Faith will set you free!”

“Wait! Holy saint!”

“Oh God!”

Leone became a ‘fanatic’.

“Saint! Put the water bottle down!”

“trust!”

“Help!”

“trust!”