#237
In Tarak (2)
〈Individual Information〉
-Individual name: Howard
-Race: Dwarf
-Common characteristics: 「Mind Herb」 「Persona」 「Super Recovery」 「Bright Index」 「Super Strength」 「Nervous」 「Visiting」 「Xenoglossy」
-Individual characteristics: 「Craftsmanship」 「Dwarven creative logic」 「Song of fire and metal」 「Spirit of craftsman」 「Metallurgy」 「Precision craftsmanship」 「
Special features: A full-fledged dwarven craftsman who has surpassed the apprenticeship stage. It became. It has strong resistance to both fire and metal properties. Due to the influence of the 'leap of growth', additional growth corrections are being applied to all actions.
The Dwarf's secret "craftsman's soul" learned from Zaonic.
To put it simply, it was the ability to go beyond ordinary production and create something more special… that is, a magic tool.
The power to engrave mystery by pouring mana into an object through a pure manufacturing process without the help of any magic circuit or magic circle.
Of course, that was only possible if you made the best effort using good materials, so it wasn't like you could just randomly produce magic tools.
At least he was able to use it comfortably under much better conditions than others.
'As expected, a branch of the World Tree. The performance is solid.'
It is truly the ultimate fuel for a fire.
Just by touching the flame, the metal from which it is made has special power, and this becomes the basis for using the "Craftsman's Soul."
It was not for nothing that high-level craftsmen were fascinated by the branches of the World Tree.
"A full-body suit for all-purpose combat? "Hey, isn't that just full body armor?"
different!
Anyway, very different!
'But you won't be able to properly convince me if I just say things like that.'
Of course, it was best to show it with results.
Howard nodded resolutely as he held up the completed arm parts and inspected the internal parts made of "precision work."
Made with the knowledge of the Earth that was still being learned even while engraving Zaonic's teachings into one's body – parts assembled and interconnected as if connected to each other.
Naturally, each and every one of those parts contained the "spirit of a craftsman" and had special potential.
'The level of materials used is still low and the technology that can be reproduced is not that great.'
Since it was only a prototype, there was plenty of room for further development.
What he has to do is to localize the design, which is a culmination of all kinds of engineering knowledge and technologies from around the world, so that it can be used here and make it a reality.
Even as he was consolidating his decision, Jaonic continued to speak.
"Well, once it's completed and the strengthening enchantment is added, it should make for an amazing armor. It may not be a very novel method, though. "I heard that the entire Imperial Guard Knights were armed with armor like that."
I knew that too.
Heinrich's armor, the Guard of Glory, which is currently being repaired at the Great Temple of Roselia, was made in a similar way.
In fact, all of the world's top armor was manufactured using such a process.
"Just wait and see! "I'm going to show you something that will just make your jaw drop!"
"Ohh? "You are very confident."
"Oh, it's obvious!"
Howard grunted yet held on to the completed parts with a confident attitude.
Now it's just one arm.
There was a lot of work left to do besides this, such as making everything else, as well as additional magic processes and connecting energy sources…
'Let's do it step by step. From the beginning, I never thought I would be able to complete it so quickly.'
Anyway, thanks to the time difference, I had plenty of time, so there was no need to rush and mess things up.
In a situation where ideals and reality intersect.
In a workshop in Tarak, his small dream was slowly taking shape.
***
In the middle of a spacious bedroom full of antique decorations.
"Whoa—ha—."
On a large bed in the center, a child who looked no more than five or six years old was breathing deeply and flapping his arms and legs.
'It's definitely amazing.'
It had already been two days since little Horus came to this world.
All he did during that time was stay in Hubert's mansion, rolling around on the bed and repeating "Polymorph" to get used to the two bodies…
'Is this what dragons are like in the first place, or is the effect of the elixir that great? 'Maybe.'
Probably both.
This opportunity gave him a clear experience of what it was like to become stronger just by breathing.
Due to the influence of the "Ruler of All Things," the mana sucked into the lungs along with breathing circulates through the body and is absorbed into the dragon heart located in the heart.
In the process, as the energy contained in the heart grew, the physical correction provided by the "Gold Dragon" also became stronger.
'That's why it was harder to adapt.'
Even so, it was a dragon's body that was on a different level from the other races I had experienced so far, but it took longer than expected because my senses were out of sync with what I needed to get used to.
"Utcha—!"
But that was just a story from a little while ago.
Horus lightly bounced his back from his lying position, stood up, and checked his body condition again.
Although his appearance was still the same as in his initial youthful state, the things that a body that was completely under control could do were on a completely different level in terms of efficiency.
'I'm not used to being a dragon yet, but it doesn't matter since I'll usually be in human form anyway.'
If a hatchling, a hatchling, among dragons known to be extinct, suddenly appears, it would have quite a stir on the continent.
Of course, that wasn't a bad way to earn karma, but there was a good chance that it would be bothersome to step forward before you had certain power.
'Let's go to the front only after we have certain strength. Preferably after finding a way to grow the appearance.'
It's only the second day of entering Outerica.
There was still a lot to think about.
When I first came up with the dragon avatar, I was drawing a majestic picture of him confronting the Immortal King on top of the main dragon with the hero Heinrich on his back… If things continued like this, there was no time when he would be
able to produce that wonderful scene.
'In order to gain strength quickly, it would be better to start by learning magic. That would have good synergy with "Dragon Magic." If you increase your strength like that, somehow…'
Just like that.
The moment Horus was immersed in a brief thought—.
"It is definitely a hatchling."
Suddenly, a stranger's voice was heard in the room where he was apparently alone.
"Ugh?!"
Horus was truly startled by the sound and jumped up.
He hurriedly took a few steps back from the direction of the sound, lowered his posture, and guarded the area.
'when?'
This is Hubert's residence.
It goes without saying, but it was a place with stricter security than I, who usually wore all kinds of magic tools.
It is a place where barriers and magic tools are activated in multiple layers, making it impossible for even those at the highest level to easily infiltrate.
However, ignoring all the defenses, he came inside without any rat or bird knowing, and immediately recognized the identity of Horus, who had completely transformed into a human child.
He looked nervous and glared at the intruder in front of him, a man in his 30s with dark blonde hair and yellow eyes.
Horus's sharp round eyes and the man's tired, dull gaze were intertwined.
But even for a moment.
'what?'
Horus took a closer look at the other person due to the tingly feeling he felt from the moment he met him.
Soon, I was able to instinctively recognize the identity of the intruder.
'Dragon!'
A dragon that has disappeared from the continent's history for a long time and is now said to be extinct.
A gold dragon, one of his kin, was in front of him.
"I thought I was trapped because I was inside the barrier, but that wasn't true. "It's a good thing you came in quietly."
The unidentified dragon looked around lightly and nodded slowly.
Then, turning his gaze back to Horus, he slightly twisted the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth in an awkward voice that seemed to have forced kindness.
"I am Shurihatgen, the Elder Dragon of the Gold Clan. "What is your name, young hatchling?"
When it comes to elder dragons, they are at a lower level than the ancients, who are above the ordinary Jackie Chan.
A living witness to history that has lived for thousands of years, and a disaster-like being that possesses such power.
"…Horus."
"Horus?"
In response, Horus tried to suppress his childish instinct to stretch out like a child, pouted his lips, and blurted out his own name.
I know that the other person probably didn't come to me with bad intentions, but since it was the other person, I couldn't just relax and deal with it comfortably.
And thanks to being so nervous.
"…That's a strange name."
He was barely able to swallow the words that were about to come out reflexively when Shurihatgen, who was tilting his head, blurted out a word.
'Your name is even weirder!'
I couldn't help it because my heart was pounding inside.
***
As expected, Schrihartgen came purely out of goodwill.
To be more precise, it was to protect the last hatchling of a clan that was thought to have already been extinct.
"…I was unexpectedly able to fulfill my duty. This too must be a favor from Drakkarion. "I thought it was the end of the Gold clan after even Hurayone was defeated by them."
In that way, he told the family's secret story in a voice filled with melancholy.
The moment when even the last remaining youngest hatchling was sacrificed after a long war.
'Hurayone?'
And Horus tilted his head at the name he had heard somewhere before—.
Suddenly, a memory from the past flashed through my mind and I realized where I had seen it.
『Gold Dragon Hatchling Hureione's Dragon Heart (910000)』
'Ah, that…'
The dragon heart that became the medium for Horus himself.
It was the name of the owner who did not attach much meaning to it.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he slowly turned his gaze to the side and looked away.
"…It wasn't my child, but everyone in the clan loved it. "He was as cute as he was playful, so even when I was scolding him, I didn't even realize it… Oh my."
Schrihartgen, who was deep in his memories, stopped talking when he saw Horus' reaction and then looked apologetic as if he had misunderstood something.
"I'm sorry. When I look at you, I somehow think of that child, so stop. "It would be rude to both sides to be so remorseful."
An old dragon lightly bowing its head with an apology.
Before Horus could say anything at that sincere look, he opened his mouth again and continued what he was saying.
"In fact, no matter where you come from or what you are. "It doesn't really matter now."
…It seems he also had doubts about the existence of Horus.
Well, wasn't it right after we finished talking about the death of the last hatchling?
But now, another hatchling suddenly appeared out of nowhere, so it was only natural.
A moment of silence passed between the two dragons as they looked into each other's eyes for a moment.
Instead of Horus, who kept his mouth shut because he had nothing to say, it was Shreehatgen who opened his mouth first again.
"But you must be the last hatchling of the Gold clan left in this world…"
He made eye contact with Horus, who was quietly looking at him—.
"Above all, considering that Dracalion also acknowledged it."
He then spoke slowly, as if declaring something.
"…you Horus. "I recognize him as the last descendant of the Gold clan."
Last successor.
UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuHhHHHHH H Heh—
As soon as those words were spoken, the meaning of the words penetrated into Horus' heart.
At the same time, the Dragon Heart begins to tremble as if resonating with the world—.
He stumbled as if he was drunk without realizing it, but soon realized that he was connected to something in this world.
'…Is this really dragon language?'
Because my level of achievement in "Dragon Magic" was still low, I couldn't know for sure what had happened, but somehow I knew for sure that something big had passed.
"Is this fate too? You send me a successor like this when my life is so short. Thanks to you, I am able to continue my duties… but God is truly mischievous."
Shurihatgen, looking at Horus, who was unable to come to his senses from the aftermath of the unknown ritual, smiled lightly and laughed.
"I am the last survivor of the Gold Clan and the one who manages the clan's legacy. "If you hadn't appeared, with my death, they would all have been passed on to other surviving clans."
And only then did Horus realize that what was written on his tired face was not fatigue but death.
According to his words, it would not be long before the Gold Dragon clan would truly disappear from this world.
He appeared at the right time, leaving himself alone.
'…Just? Then, no way.'
Finally, his words began to take shape—and soon a conclusion was reached, but Horus blinked in confusion at the sudden development.
And Schrihartgen, who smiled vaguely at that sight, finished what he was saying.
"…it's all yours now."
…So Horus comes with that 'duty'.
Suddenly, I became the sole heir to an incredibly prestigious family that had been going on for tens of thousands of years.