I Regressed to My Ruined Family
Chapter 102

I Regressed To My Ruined Family Chapter 102

＃When he returned, his family was ruined (103)

The dwarves around Porforens widened their eyes at the sight of him stretching out his hand, not even reaching for the metal.

Duke of Ardan.

I knew at least that they were a family that controlled fire mana.

‘There’s no effect at that temperature?’

Because I couldn’t even imagine that the level would be that high.

The temperature that rose as the top-quality melting agent began to boil was at a level that even a so-called superman could not easily handle.

It was even more so when it was such a short distance away.

And yet.

Even in such terrible temperatures, the face of the Archduke injecting mana looked so peaceful.

‘…You’re such a monster.’

The western dragon.

At most, he is only nineteen. However, if it has such a high affinity for fire.

‘…There was a reason why Porforence came running right away.’

Popolence’s loyalty was so high that he even pretended to die when the Duke told him to.

Now I think I know why.

For a dwarf, missing out on a connection like that was so pathetic that it wouldn’t be surprising if he was treated as the world’s greatest idiot.

however.

I did not think that a metal that could not be melted by even the highest quality melting agent could be melted simply by putting in some work.

Porforens spoke urgently.

“This…this is absolutely not because I am incompetent! The best melting agent produces a temperature that is more than twice that of a high-grade melting agent…! An alloy that doesn’t melt at this temperature is strange! “Isn’t that so?”

“That’s right! This is a temperature that is difficult to create even in the Kingdom of Ameria, famous for its blacksmithing technology. The bonding of high-quality products was this high….”

“I wonder if the kingdom’s special furnace could be utilized… Otherwise, it would be difficult to smelt the Menelian alloy of the products.”

The temperature in the special furnace was at a murderous level. Since it was a metal that did not melt even with the highest quality melting agent, it seemed that the alloy could be melted only by using the furnace.

‘Even if the duke clings to it.’

‘You can’t melt this.’

As someone who purchased expensive metal, I understand that they wanted to do something, but in the eyes of the dwarves, it was just a useless task.

There is no way that a single individual could melt metal that can only be melted in a special furnace.

What if really.

What if the alloy melts in that pure white flame?

All they could say was that the duke’s body was running at unimaginable temperatures.

Even if white flame was a fire that only appeared in legends, I didn’t think the temperature would be that high.

As a skilled blacksmith who has handled countless weapons and fireworks.

This was the result of a decision made entirely within the realm of common sense.

It was definitely like that.

“…uh?”

“Isn’t this… melting?”

“I guess… something like that?”

The dwarves, including Porforens, opened their mouths. A high-grade alloy that never seemed likely to melt.

In less than two minutes after the alloy was engulfed in white flame, it began to glow white hot.

This is because it was immediately seen melting away.

The astonished gaze of the dwarves focused on the duke.

“…What?”

“…Am I dreaming now?”

I don’t think I could explain my current feelings simply by saying I was surprised. The dwarves were astonished.

Immediately, they remembered one of the phrases given to Shingeom.

-I visited the Land of Fire and obtained the monarch’s flame.

“The flame of the monarch…!”

The flame that Ethan was showing right now seemed like the flame of a monarch that only appears in legends.

It was then.

“…Whew. Ilya?”

“Did you call me?”

“Gather all the dragon slayers around the blacksmith shop.”

“Don’t do that.”

Soon after, Ilya came out of the blacksmith shop. Ethan looked at the metal and took a look at the inside.

‘Whoa.’

High grade alloy.

The problem was that the metal, which had been bonded more tightly by reinforcing the raw materials of Melisis, was too excellent in performance.

Worst of all, even the Dwarves, who were skilled blacksmiths, could not easily melt the metal.

After adding white salt to raise the temperature of the melting agent, the metal was slowly melting.

the problem is.

Ethan’s mana is now starting to run out.

Even though a huge amount was poured after releasing the pill, it still took more time for the metal to completely melt.

‘Good.’

Even though he had used up almost all of his mana, a faint smile appeared on Ethan’s lips.

This is because there was a way to replenish mana.

‘At this point, I’ll have to check the performance of the handle.’

The handle of the new sword.

It was able to absorb not only the mana in the air but also the mana of nearby creatures.

That was the reason why he called all the dragon slayers together.

Soon after, Ilya came into the blacksmith shop.

“All of the remaining approximately 100 knights have been gathered.”

There were close to four hundred knights.

After completing joint training, they moved toward their assigned areas. The only ones left in Londinium were the hundred most skilled knights.

Personnel who trained the dragon slayer sword with Nerian, including the 1st division, which was Cheyman’s secret knight corps.

Their presence was vividly felt.

“Tell them not to resist.”

“That’s right.”

Soon, the white handle hanging on Ethan’s waist began to tremble.

A huge wave of mana rushed towards the handle.

Perhaps because the instructions had been conveyed well, the knights were willing to give up their mana.

One hundred knights.

The level of each person may be lower than their own, but even the amount of mana they possessed was not poor.

The handle greedily absorbed mana.

The absorbed mana was gradually accumulating in Ethan’s body through the roots in his hands.

The firepower of White Flame, which had been gradually decreasing, began to grow even stronger.

Good luck!

The dwarves’ eyes lit up at the sight of the pure white flame blooming once again.

As blacksmiths, all they could see was a handle that suddenly began to tremble explosively and a blazing flame.

‘…To maintain that level of flame for such a long time!’

‘…The Duke must have enormous mana!’

‘There was a reason why you stood out at the flower opening ceremony!’

If the dwarves were letting out silent astonishment mixed with such misunderstanding.

Ilya was looking at the handle and nodding with satisfaction.

An item that has the advantage of being able to freely draw the opponent’s mana.

This is because I was able to truly confirm the true value of the item here today.

Ethan, a knight who shows more delicate control of mana than anyone else in the world.

Now that he has a stable source of mana, what if a person who is defined as an enemy appears to him?

‘Hmm. ‘I guess it’s right to express condolences first, right?’

It never occurred to me that that monstrous human would be defeated.

When about three more minutes passed.

Only then did the alloy completely change to a liquid state.

“What is the frame that engraved the circuit?”

“W…here it is!”

“Leave it there.”

“ancient!”

Porforens placed the frame with the magic circuit engraved on it next to Ethan.

A metal frame that has been specially treated to prevent melting even at high temperatures.

White-hot liquid was poured over it.

Ilya’s eyes lit up when she saw that. The plan was to engrave the magical circuit needed to create an artifact during the metal casting process.

“Now it’s this body’s turn.”

“Ilya. “Please come this way.”

“Don’t do that.”

Dwarves and archmages holding hammers crowded around the frame.

The producers’ eyes were all sparkling.

-The blacksmith god struck his hammer.

―The magical master blessed the sword and engraved a circuit on it.

Restoration of the new sword.

If, after restoring this new sword, the duke will use it to perform numerous activities.

This time, instead of the blacksmith and the god of magic, their names could have been left in that phrase.

A legend that will remain in history.

The current production process might have been the beginning of that legend.

“Then I’ll go!”

Cough!

Cough!

Dwarves holding hammers began pounding the metal with their eyes shining.

* * *

Restoration of the new sword.

For this task, ten dwarves took turns hammering without sleeping and were able to create a near-perfect sword body in just four days. Ethan looked at the dark sword body and nodded.

The sword body, embossed with all kinds of magical patterns, looked so gorgeous that it reminded me of the divine sword from my past life.

Of course, it wasn’t just flashy on the outside.

This is because the magic that Ilia and Melaisis engraved together were all highly effective.

“Then we will combine it!”

White handle and ink-colored sword body.

The moment the two things came together, the entire sword trembled.

Ethan, holding the sword, infused his mana into it. Then the trembling sword slowly began to calm down.

“It’s…complete! “It looks like the ownership ceremony went well, perhaps because the Duke’s mana was invested from the beginning!”

Dwarves with dark circles around their eyes gave their thumbs up.

Divine sword Dranion.

It did not use divine metals like the literature handed down from the past, nor did it receive the help of gods of magic or blacksmiths, nor was it a sword made in the Land of Fire.

‘It feels good in the hand.’

At least the feeling of it fitting comfortably in one’s hand seemed to be no different from that of the previous divine sword.

Good luck!

A pure white flame rose above the inky sword body.

“Oh oh!”

“You capture the white flame very well!”

Like the old divine sword that was known to contain the white flame of the first family head, the current divine sword was able to receive Ethan’s white flame without any damage.

If there is an opportunity to obtain God’s metal in the future.

‘Renovation will be possible even then.’

There was no other sword like this to use now.

* * *

A letter has arrived from Fractal Marquis. It was a letter with a symbol that was known to be used only by the head of the Ardan family.

Turian Marquis.

The letter was delivered directly to the spiritist with the most power in the Kingdom of Heidern.

The Turian, who saw the contents of the letter, sneered coldly.

“…What an arrogant guy.”

Ethan Ardan.

Starting from when he was the Archduke until he became the temporary head of the family.

The Kingdom’s Seven Families continued to pay attention to his movements.

I already knew that he was a guy who couldn’t bow his head, was extremely arrogant, and acted like he was a duke.

I couldn’t even imagine that they would treat me as a subordinate by citing my title.

The Marquis quietly knocked on the desk.

“If all of this was the duke’s arrangement to make white flames bloom…”

These are the words I heard from Count Marek at the last meeting of the Seven Families.

Strangely, these words could not be easily erased from his mind. This is because the content contained in those words was extremely attractive.

‘White salt.’

A pure white firework said to have been lit by the first Duke.

If that wasn’t enough, I might be able to replace out about the duke’s special rituals or items that ‘pass on memories and experiences’.

That was why he wanted to contact the duke.

In this situation.

‘Pride…’

wasn’t that important.

The Marquis called his eldest son.

“father. “Did you call me?”

“There is a place I can go quietly to take care of my family.”

“…All right.”

Although it was temporary, he held the title of duke.

As he was a man with a sky-high nose, he felt like he would have to move himself to pull him out.

The Marquis’ new model disappeared in an instant.