Chapter 49: Grandchild?
My life as a blacksmith was coming to an end.
Sick or injured?
I don't know, but I can't move my legs anymore.
My adopted daughter, Gotton, is still active, hammering away at the iron, telling everyone what to do.
Nowadays, everyone obeys Gotton
"Thank you for raising me"
Saying that, she feeds me
It's a happy thing, but I shouldn't take advantage of that.
There was one thing I could do now.
Work.
Sitting in a chair and facing the desk, I sharpened the iron again today
I've made money doing this.
Repairing pots and pans with holes in them.
Teaching my daughter's apprentice.
Repairing of chipped blade
I'm still active
I can't lose to her
I won't let her catch up to me yet.
I hone my skills with unbreakable determination.
"Grandpa, do you need some water?"
But that determination was instantly shattered by the appearance of a formidable foe.
"Oh, Sedona. I'm thirsty."
An innocent and gentle child takes care of me
There is no one else that makes this old man tremble like this
"Yes, Grandpa!"
"... Um... it's cold..."
"Right~"
There is a rattling sound coming from the jug
"Is there ice in it?"
"Yes, you see, you see! Sedona made it!"
What
She can use magic at the age of 5?
“Gotton nee-chan praised me for how amazing it was!”
“Oh, Sedona is amazing. I bet you'll become a mage when you grow up."
"Ehehe~"
There's never been a moment when I'm glad I've lived this far
"What is grandpa making?"
"Hmm? This is, I'm making a weapon for Sedona's father."
"Father's!"
"That's right. If your father used this weapon, your father will become even stronger."
"That's great, that's great! I'll have to tell Father!"
"Hmm? Is your father back?"
"Yep. Sermus Nii-chan said he'll be back tomorrow."
Tomorrow?
How does he know that?
・・・・
Ah, so that's how it is.
Let's keep it a secret from Sedona.
"And so, and so! Tomorrow when Father comes home, we're going to have dinner at Sermus Nii-chan's house!"
"I see. Alright! I have to finish this by tomorrow too!"
"Good luck, Grandpa!"
"I'll do my best!"
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