Chapter 25
Orc Hero Story
Translator note: Three quarters of the chapter were translated using Bad Machine’s translation as a base. Many thanks to him.
Making it to the third round of the Armament Festival was a great achievement for any warriors-smith pair, serving as irrefutable proof of the former’s strength and the latter’s skill. Especially in Do Banga’s Pit, even if they were not the final victors, the semi-finalists would earn fame and bragging rights for at least a couple of years.
“…”
If any other blacksmith had been in Primera’s position, they would have been very happy. However, it was difficult, even for the young woman herself, to determine whether she was happy or sad. Certainly, she had achieved her goal: a warrior using the equipment she had painstakingly forged had defeated the warrior using her sister’s equipment.
“How about it, huh, I’m better than you! I’ll never let you speak ill of my mother or me again!”
She thought that with this victory she would feel vindicated. Redeemed. And yet… why did she feel so empty?
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Once the day’s fighting was over, Primera had returned to her workshop, taking with her the armor and sword that Bash had used. Her gaze darkened as she surveyed the equipment lying on the table in her workshop. Picking up the sword, the girl brought it up to her eyes for a closer look. It was a weapon that Bash had used in three different fights, and yet… Yet it looked the same as the day she had given it to the Hero: straight and sharp, with a dull gleam on the edge. It hadn’t warped like his previous attempts during the preliminaries. In fact, there was barely a blemish on the steel, let alone a curve. Had her skill improved in that short period of time? Had her perseverance and efforts finally paid off?