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-Klang! Klang!Klang!

One day, when there were no more sounds reverberating in that narrow space, it would be empty. The old blacksmith was whispering to a friend who had casually commissioned him to do the task of a lifetime.

-Janus's whisper: Grandpa, Grandpa Anvil.

-If I ordered some work, I would wait for the results.

What's theproblem?

The blacksmith responded harshly as he pounded the metal rod in front of him into a sword.

The metals that his friends sent him as gifts were usually precious enough to give pause, but this was even more special among them.

-Janus's whisper: Oh, I was whispering because I thought there was a problem with mygrandpa.

-Go away.

-Janus's whisper: Nowadays, when you swear so firmly, I feel so strangely thrilled and an odd feeling of pleasure…

-I'll blockyou.

-Janus's whisper: Wait, wait, grandpa!

It's my bad!

-Klang! Klang!Klang!

The rod changed little with each blow, but surely it was changing. He reheated it and gripped the tongs harder. It felt like the metal was giving in for him, just a little.

-Janus's whisper: Is there really a problem? No, can you hit it with your power?

-Even though I'm old, I still have the power to work.

You even gave me a special fire, so what's the problem?

-Janus's whisper: Wow, then it really works… well, that's also thanks to grandpa. I sent all the good materials I had, in truth, but I didn't expect it to be finished properly.

-It's because you really want it, right?

It was, in fact, a very difficult metal to process.

It would've been impossible if not for his power to stimulate and lead the source ofthings.

-Janus's whisper: Thanks, grandpa. Actually, I didn't expect much… I really need this. I have to kill a god.

-What kind of god are you talking about?

-Janus's whisper: Hm, is it okay to talk about with you now?

He is a god that wants to bring the world back to its originalstate.

As soon as the blacksmith read the words, his hand stopped moving. Bring the world back? How? What would change? However, when he realized he was becoming obsessed with those thoughts, he laughed them off and resumed working.

-It sounds like a real headache again.

-Janus's whisper: Yes.

I will kill him on my own, so my grandpa will live a long time.

-…Huh.

Maybe this friend noticed what he had been thinking. The blacksmith snorted.

-Don't get killed by that god.

-Janus's whisper: Of course, you'll make my sword!

-Klang!

Klang!Klang!

The old man smiled at his friend's compliment and continued to strike the metal.

-By the way, what is this yellow gem?

-Janus's whisper: Whoa, to talk about that, I need to talk about the first dragon I caught…

-Alright, nevermind.