Different Worlds Slow Life Beginning as a Blacksmith

I came back to the living room with my writing equipment from my room, and I spread the paper. Thin vegetable fiber paper, but I don't know the detailed material. The ends weren't cut off and felt rough somewhere.

"Well, how do you write it?"

"Our demand is to keep our shoulders out of the kingdom more than necessary."

"I don't disagree with that per se, as I'm not willing to assume that you're putting it on your shoulders, but that's not the case if you seem tired of your friends."

"I don't think that's okay"

As an empire, if we don't "supply the kingdom with the same quality of bespoke models," the immediate threat can be averted, I guess.

Since consent has been obtained, I will write to that effect on paper.

"You're good with words, aren't you?"

"Really?

"Yes."

I don't know about documents in this world, because I barely see them. I often look at signs, but many don't have letters in them. So I'm not sure how beautiful I can write.

"I can use magic, I can write beautiful words. It's strange that you're so educated that you don't know one thing about your personality."

Anne's sauce eyes narrow softly. It also seemed as if the raptors targeting the prey were checking the location of the prey, even though it was sauce-eyed.

"There were a lot of things going on there. As you can imagine at a time when you're practically a blacksmith in hiding."

"Yeah, that's sort of true,"

It can be assumed that having a fairly advanced education is quite a qualification. That's usually something you can't hide if you try to. Even if he was the youngest of ten brothers.

You may not know if they even let you into a common house somewhere right after you were born like Helen, but at a time when you are educated enough that magic can be used, you should be growing up as a noble family child until you are at some age.

I can see where the house was sent from the house of nobility to the house of nobility. I'm not born in this world in the first place, what an assumption I can't do without God.

Because it makes no sense at all to be explored around there and told the truth.

"Let's finish this anyway. Um, I refuse to invite you, but is the Emperor the better type to write a thank you note first?"

"No, I don't think Father really cares. Because you don't like beauty phrases."

"I see."

So, do you simply rhetorically write, "It's good that you buy me arms, but my friends are over here, and I can't go" to an extent that won't be rude?

"And then..."

Think with your pen butt on your jaw. It's not a diplomatic document or anything, it's just a personal message, but now it's a word.

"Oh, yeah"

At the end of the day, I wrote, "If you're coming directly to me, I'll make your order because it meets the requirements."

"Well, is that all you got?"

I put my pen on the table and looked back at the letter. Check to see if I've written a leak or something extra.

In the middle of it, I realized there was a fuss.

"On second thought, isn't it pretty nasty for a blacksmith to entrust a letter to His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire to send to the Empress...?

"It's okay. Unless I could have caged you, but this is one of the purposes. This time, I'm basically a missionary."

"Bye."

I waited for the ink to dry before wrapping the paper around and handing it to Mr. Anne. I wrote the address and my name because it was a letter, but I didn't put anything else to prove it.

Because if there's something terrible wrong with this letter, we can keep each other busy. We just have to trust each other there.

"Thank you"

Unlike narrowing those eyes softly, Anne usually laughed nicely and received my letter.