There is nothing impossible in advanced alchemy. -Universal skill to match the other world-

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Then a little later.

After the mistarts left, I remembered something I forgot to mention and headed back to the mistart.

I didn't know where he was, but when I heard him on the guild, he said, 'If you're Mr. Mistalt, I think you're in the tavern,' so I'll head to the tavern for now.

Then, there he is.

"Mr. Marzen, is something wrong?

That's what Mistalt asked when he saw me walk in.

Apparently, you remembered my face.

I wanted to apologize for the weapon.

Mistalt originally had a sword made of misrills.

Alchemy was not used, but it was a good sword, as the serious character of the sword-beater comes to mind.

The weapon was processed as a tool for injecting blood into the dragon's body and is now not keeping its prototype.

Although it was originally quite damaged by the dragon... I'm pretty sure I was the last one to completely destroy that weapon.

"What is a weapon... you broke a sword? Then you don't have to apologize, because it's with my approval."

"That being said, you'd have trouble losing your weapon, wouldn't you?

"It's nothing like a weapon or anything compared to losing your life. Without Mr. Marzen, he would have taken his life. Thank you."

That's what Mistalt said, he bowed his head to me.

She is very courteous, contrary to the image of two names, such as' annihilation '.

I didn't know someone like this was in the terrible First Branch of Alchemist Discrimination.

Maybe the First Branch wasn't a place of alchemist discrimination like it used to be.

Well, it seems that the Mistalts are moving from the first branch to the second, where they are now, and they may still hate alchemists for remaining in the first branch.

"By the way... there was something like this in my pocket.... Did you make this, Mr. Marzen?

That's what Mistalt says, puts a chunk of Mithril on his desk.

The chunks are completely spherical and weigh as much as her sword.

It's what I processed the remains of my sword after I defeated the demon and kept in her pocket after the treatment.

"That's right. I broke my sword, but I can use it as a missle. Originally it belongs to Mistalt, so you have to give it back."

"I didn't have to give it back, I didn't complain... thanks to you, I can redeploy my weapon"

"Did you find the machining?

Mithrills naturally cannot be used for combat as they are.

For the first time since the craftsman's hand came in, it will be ready for use as a proper weapon.

Mistalt looks like a famous adventurer, and I thought he had about an artisan twat...

"Artisans are just what we're still looking for. Being a blacksmith who can handle misrills properly is hard to find..."

Apparently, even with the power of Mistalt, it's hard to rebuild that weapon.

Then... maybe it's my turn.

"If there's nothing I can do, do I make it?

"It would be a rude way to ask...... to an alchemist, can you make a weapon?

"Of course I can make it. Satisfied with the quality depends on the mistart… I broke the weapon, so the processing cost is free"

Medicine isn't the only thing an alchemist deals with.

Metals and weapons are part of the work of alchemists.

Slightly different in style from a blacksmith... but it should also be possible for Mistalt to perform beyond the sword he originally had.

When fighting dragons, it's like I was helped by that sword.

As a reward for that, it would be cheap.

"But in medicine and metal..."

So Mistalt sees the sphere of Mithril.

... And after a little silence, he asked me.

"Broken weapons shouldn't have worn such a beautiful sphere.... Who processed it?

It's me.

"... the processing of such a perfect metal sphere in that confused state?

"For an alchemist, just a misrill is no different than clay. If you want to be strong, you're gonna change your mind again."

That said, I touch the mythrill sphere and let the alchemy bend the gnarly.

Alchemy, which does not interfere with the nature of an object, but merely changes its shape, is a very simple procedure.

The last time he saw me put Mithril back in the sphere, Mistalt opened his mouth gently.

"Nah... what's going on...?

"This is the alchemist's metalworking. What do you want me to do? Try it out, and if you don't like it, put it back in its original sphere."

Listen to my words and Mistalt thinks with a flashing face.

What happened in front of me is an incredible face.

"Impossible. Impossible... if you're an alchemist who can do all those miracles, it's not strange to be able to do this, is it..."

As Mistalt tells himself, he squeals so.

And he turned to me like he had decided to.

"Please. However, there is only one condition. Please take the money."

"... okay?

"Paying for a good job is a minimum of respect for technology."

I see.

Is there such a way of thinking?

After all, Mistalt doesn't seem right for the First Branch. In a good way.