Faith Life of a Former Scammer

099. holy sword. Doo appeared!

Heat filled the interior of the forge.

In the heat, the dwarves and Caltheon fell asleep.

‘It’s shit.’

The floor was lined with all sorts of ores and tools, but he managed to sleep.

‘Is it Siri?’

[All right.]

Ciri immediately scattered the holy power inside the forge.

‘Although I can’t get up right away.’

You will be able to sleep more comfortably.

‘Then, let’s open the present.’

Now it’s time to check the holy sword.

When Leon steps inside the forge.

“Saint?”

Suddenly, Caltheon was awake.

“Why are you already awake? rest more.”

“It’s okay thanks to your faith.”

Faith was the Holy Spirit of Caltheon.

It seemed that he helped recover by using the divine power that Leon had sown.

“Can something like that happen?”

“It is fundamental to our faith.”

“Really?”

“… … It was the first time I knew.”

Leon shook his head and said.

“Did the Holy Sword come out well?”

“It was said to be a historical masterpiece by dwarf standards.”

The appearance of ‘our faith’ disappeared and returned to the face of a blacksmith.

“A historical masterpiece?”

“That’s right. It is the perfect combination of skill and craftsmanship.”

The boy’s face was full of pride. Of course, Caltheon’s skills weren’t at their peak.

‘If that’s the case, there’s no way the Dwarves would have come to support.’

The sword would have been made by Caltheon, but the dwarves would have had help in the details.

“Besides, we experienced a miracle.”

“miracle?”

“The moment the sword was completed, I saw the light along with the sound of the celestial bell. It was as if the heavens were blessing the birth of the sword.”

Carltheon said with a dreamy expression.

‘Well, it was to the extent that I felt it too… … .’

I was even more curious about what would have been completed.

“great. Let’s see.”

“All right.”

The holy sword was not very far away. A brilliant sword was placed on the anvil inside the forge.

“This is it.”

A perfectly finished sword from the hilt to the pommel. Caltheon carefully handed over the sword.

“Are you okay?”

I said it was okay, but Leon didn’t know the details of the sword.

Still, it looked great on the outside.

“Let’s give it a try.”

As soon as he gripped the sword, Leon could confirm the sword’s strength.

[Temporary Skill: Acquire Attack/Defense.]

[Temporary Skill: Acquires Sword Affinity.]

[Temporary Skill: Acquire Divine Sword Skill.]

… … .

Alerts that keep popping up.

Temporary skills were granted just by holding the sword.

“What is this?”

“Did you recognize it right away?”

“Does holding a sword make you stronger?”

“… … Yes? What do you mean?”

He did not yet know the true power of the sword he had made.

Rion activated the divine sword technique.

“What, what!?”

Caltheon was startled by the divine sword that floated in white above the sword.

“How did you do it?”

Caltheon really didn’t know.

“It’s like a skill built into a sword… … Wait a minute, what did you say you recognized?”

“Can’t you feel that seething faith?”

Didn’t feel it at all.

Then I heard Bixby’s voice.

[master! I guess you mean this?]

‘What?’

[Can I release it?]

‘uh. Release it for now.’

[Yep! I’ll release it at once!]

With Bixby’s words, I started to feel incredible emotions.

‘Like two dogs.’

A feeling that spreads secretly.

Those were the feelings and thoughts that Leon hated the most.

‘A sense of justice.’

It was also cunningly hidden.

It inspires people with faith, and makes them soak in the sense of justice that is hidden behind it.

“… … You made some really crazy stuff.”

“ah. Can you feel it?”

“I felt late because I was full of faith.”

“Also! You are a saint!”

There was something else that Leon wanted to ask.

“Besides, isn’t it just faith? I know?”

“What else?”

“… … Ji made it, why did you plant a sense of justice?”

At the word “sense of justice,” the boy replied in bewilderment.

“haha! You even notice that! He is also a saint.”

“Don’t be pretentious, and if you don’t know, say you didn’t know.”

“… … I didn’t know. sorry!”

He answered honestly that he did not know.

“Faith and sense of justice. You mean you didn’t plant it intentionally?”

“That’s right. In fact, you cannot choose what you plant.”

“then?”

“What? Inspiration? The moment when something like that and my creative desire became one. It is decided in that moment.”

It was wrapped in plausible words, but what he said was really simple.

“You mean it’s randomly selected?”

The boy pretended not to hear and murmured.

“Well done.”

“Yes?”

“I would have said it was the worst sword for anyone around me to use.”

“… … It’s the worst.”

Aside from trust, the sense of justice was the worst.

“You must have been righteous. You know why this is bad.”

“… … That’s right.”

justice

In Leon’s eyes, these were feelings and thoughts like trash in the world.

“Do you know what justice produces?”

“Are you a hero?”

“Five! Well done. If you define it, you are a hero!”

righteous hero.

This was garbage among garbage.

“Do you know why they call them heroes?”

“Is it because they are noble and great?”

Sounds like not even half a penny.

It has nothing to do with the sublime.

“To tell the truth, they don’t play heroes. I’m going to wrap it up as cool.”

Leon spoke in a low voice as if telling the secrets of the world.

“There are no kids who are as big as a hero and like a hunk. Sacrificing yourself to save the world. Doesn’t this look great?”

“Well. It does look great.”

“Only when I see you. reality is harsh It’s dirty and like a beggar, so no one does it.”

Carltheon looked at Leone with a strange expression and opened his mouth.

“Aren’t you a hero to the Holy Son? Aren’t you already sacrificing yourself for the world?”

At those words, Leon was speechless.

“Thank you for the misunderstanding, but I’m no hero.”

It was Leon’s sincerity, but that truth was not conveyed to Caltheon.

It just created a strange illusion.

“… … Sorry for the useless words. However, I hope you don’t try to take responsibility for everything alone.”

It was an unexpected reaction, but Leone was a professional con artist.

“done. Stop talking nonsense.”

He smiled bitterly and set fire to his misunderstanding.

“Coming back to the main topic, it’s not bad if you give this sword to a swordsman. no. Rather very good It’s about perfect.”

“Is that so?”

“okay. This isn’t just good for me. It’s good for you too.”

Leon explained to the guy who was lost.

“Caltheon. You didn’t just make a sword. I created a hero to save the world.”

“Heroes with my own hands… … .”

Besides, the best part was different.

‘Putting a hero in another faction is a piece of cake.’

The hero on our side is in trouble, but the hero on the other side is grateful.

“First of all, let’s remodel the sword. A sword worthy of a real hero.”

“Could you please explain?”

Even when asked to remodel the masterpiece, he did not refuse.

I was just asking how to modify it.

“Should I attach one holy spirit to the holy sword?”

“ah! good!”

It can be said that it is a true Holy Sword only when it has at least the Holy Spirit attached to it.

* * *

a few days later

Leone came out of Killika and met a man.

“long time no see. The parish priest.”

“Charlton. how are you?”

Charles’s older brother and successor to the Huntingana Merchant. It was ‘Charlton’.

After a brief greeting, we moved on to the main topic.

“All I can help you with is until the start of the transaction.”

“That’s enough.”

I met Charlton because of a deal with the Swordsman. Leone followed him into the sword.

“It’s the Huntera Merchant.”

“Confirmed.”

I was able to go inside without saying anything, as if everything had already been said.

‘Choosing the Huntana Merchant was the correct answer.’

It was a better job than I thought.

Thanks to this, Leone was able to look around the interior at her leisure.

‘It’s still like this.’

The space where guests move was all partitioned.

This was an extreme security policy to not show the inside of the sword.

‘I never thought about it before. Come to think of it, there are too many secrets here.’

The sword family adhered to secrecy more than necessary.

‘Thanks to all the rumors.’

There were even rumors that even the emperor could not check all the places of the sword family.

“Here.”

Soon after, we arrived at the trading place.

“This is the drawing room of the famous swordsman.”

This place was famous in many ways.

“I didn’t expect you to come all the way to the drawing room.”

“Did you know about the swordsman?”

“All rumors circulate in Killika.”

This drawing room was a symbolic space.

Being called a guest of the swordsman depends on whether or not you can enter this parlor.

“Then, let’s go in.”

“Yes.”

Leon and Charlton went into the drawing room.

‘Everyone is mistaken.’

The illusion that the inside of the parlor would be amazing as much as it was difficult to get to the parlor.

‘What kind of money do sword-crazy guys spend in the drawing room?’

That’s just an illusion. The drawing room was far from luxurious.

Inside, there were only sofas and small tables for conversation.

“Are you here?”

There was a man sitting and waiting.

“Yes. Lord Tolin.”

Leon remembered that man.

‘Have you been the head of an outhouse since then?’

The sword family used a unique position, and the person in charge of the outside was called the head of the outer party.

“okay. Did you say you have a sword you want to show me?”

“That’s right.”

“Is the sword’s owner that priest?”

He pointed to Leon and said.

“… … Yes. That’s right.”

Rion was wearing a robe, and he saw through Rion’s true identity.

‘This trick was also used at this time.’

This trick was nothing special.

All I had to do was watch the partitioned aisle and check before reaching the drawing room.

It was a cheap trick that scammers call hot reading.

“hello. My name is Leon, Bishop of Killika, Church of Dawn.”

Leon took off his robe and greeted him.

“haha. A celebrity is here.”

He let out a hollow laugh.

He had a kind smile, but there were no good people compared to swordsmen.

‘It’s a good performance.’

It wasn’t for nothing that he became the head of the foreign party.

“okay. What does it mean to show the sword rather than sell it?”

Speaking of swords, I caught a glimpse of his real face behind his friendly face.

‘Real swordsmen crazy.’

Sword-mad lunatics.

There was nothing different about being the head of a foreign party.

“How much do you know about our Church of the Dawn?”

“You know more than you think.”

He said it as if he didn’t need this trivial conversation, but it was an important one.

I had to show the story Leon had created.

“Then, assuming you understand, I will explain. We, the Church of the Dawn, operate by doctrine.”

It is natural for the church to act according to its doctrines.

“It’s almost the only denomination.”

He nodded as if in agreement.

As he said, few denominations act according to doctrine.

“We are committed to bringing light to a world where darkness falls.”

“Know. We directly investigated how you moved for the prophecy.”

Leon knew that the Sword Master had investigated.

‘It’s only natural to investigate major events on the continent.’

That’s why it was possible to create such a story.

The Cult of Dawn are good guys.

This is a story that is possible because it is a fact.

“That’s why we made a sword. A great and wondrous sword. I have succeeded in making the ‘Holy Sword’.”

“… … You mean the holy sword?”

“That’s right.”

It took a while for a deep greed to appear on his face.

He judged soberly.

“If it is a holy sword, it must be an important item for you. Why are you showing it to us?”

This was the start of the scam.

“Have you heard of the story of choosing a truly outstanding sword master?”

“under. What an absurd story. It’s just the words of the guru, but the swordsman rules the sword.”

In fact, the head of the party was right.

‘It’s nonsense that a sword chooses its owner.’

Leone made that ridiculous story possible.

“I thought so too, but after seeing this, I changed my mind. The reason I came to the sword shop in the first place is because the master is here.”

“haha. What a poor excuse. There are so many ways to attach a string to a sword edge… … .”

Without listening to him, Leon took out his sword and showed it.

“O Holy Spirit of the Holy Sword. I came here under your guidance.”

The jewel embedded in the sword’s pommel glowed, and a beautiful woman came out.

“Like I said earlier, I came all the way here to find the owner. All led by the Holy Spirit.”

Dangju was stunned and did not say anything.

“Princess?”

When Leon called again, he did not answer.

‘Nothing is missing! You’re not at home!’

A sword that chooses its master.

The story of the sword began.