Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure

Everyone looked at the dwarf with a strange look after he said this.

It seemed like they wanted to say something to refute this, but at the same time, it didn’t seem like there was anything that they could refute it with.

After all, this really did seem like it would work.

With some kind of reference or a guide, it would be easy to make sure that the blades created turned out the way that they wanted it to.

But it just seemed like too simple of a solution.

It felt like there was something wrong with using molds to create things with divine energy.

It just didn’t feel right to use this solution with divine energy.

”It seems like there’s no better solution.” I slowly said as I waited for everyone to respond. Or rather, I was just waiting for a single person to say something against this.

However, there was no one that said anything in the end.

From the reaction that they gave, it seemed like everyone agreed with this even if it was only a tentative agreement.

Turning to the dwarf that had made this suggestion, I asked, ”Can you make a mold for the blade then?”

The dwarf didn’t respond right away as his face scrunched up as if he was in deep thought.

After a while, he finally said, ”It’s possible to make a mold, but what kind of mold do you want?”

I couldn’t help raising a brow in doubt when I heard this.

The dwarf saw this, so he said, ”There are different kinds of molds out there. There are complete molds that we just pour the melted metal into and that cools into the shape that we want.”

When he said this, his brows suddenly knit as he added, ”But things that are created through this method contain no soul at all and they can’t really be considered real weapons.”

The other dwarves nodded in agreement to this.

This was the pride that they had as craftsmen, something that they wouldn’t yield on.

For the others in the room that weren’t craftsmen, naturally they wouldn’t feel the same way as the dwarves.

Then the dwarf continued by saying, ”Other than this, we can also create a mold just for the shape of the blade. It won’t help with the thickness or anything else, but it will at least help you imagine the shape of the blade itself.”

Following this, the dwarf continued explaining different types of molds that could be made. However, there really was no need for such a thing since I had already decided on what kind of mold would be best.

To be honest, there really was only a single solution to begin with.

”Just make the complete mold, there’s no need to make things that complicated.” I said when the dwarf was finally done explaining the different molds.

The moment that the dwarf heard this, his expression sank.

He wasn’t the only one that showed this kind of expression, the other dwarves showed similar expressions to this dwarf.

It seemed like none of them supported the idea of using this kind of mold.

The passion and spirit that they had as craftsmen didn’t want them to use such a thing.

When I saw their expressions, I just calmly said, ”What we’re creating are just disposable items that will be used once. It isn’t as if we’re creating some kind of masterpiece.”

The dwarves knew that this was the case, but it was still hard for them to accept.

It seemed like they wanted to make a case against this, but no one seemed to be on their side.

After all, the main use of these blades created with divine energy was to be used against the forces of Destruction. Since it was meant to be used against the corruption energy, that meant that it would usually be used until it disappeared.

That meant that even if they wanted to create a masterpiece, it was only a matter of time before it was broken.

Though to the dwarves, they could accept this.

”Don’t you think that those that wield these swords will be much stronger with proper swords that have a soul behind them.”

Once they reached this argument, I knew that the dwarves were digging deep to find some kind of way to get their point across.

At this point, it was clear that they were just desperate for anything to go their way.

But this was getting in the way of what we were planning to do, so I had no choice but to use my final move. It was one that I would have preferred not to use, but they really didn’t give me much of a choice.

”The weapon itself doesn’t really matter, the only thing that matters when fighting against the forces of Destruction is the power of the divine energy inside of the weapon.”

Bitter looks appeared on the faces of the dwarves the moment that they heard this.

But none of them said a single thing since none of them could actually refute this.

It truly was a deadly comment that stopped them from saying anything else.

The reason that I didn’t want to use this method previously was because it struck at the very essence of their craftsmanship. It was something that basically overthrew the fundamental pride that they had as craftsmen.

Which was why I didn’t want to use this argument in the first place.

But since they had no way of arguing this, they had no choice but to get to work.

Or rather, it was better to say that they threw themselves into their work so that they wouldn’t need to think about this anymore.

With the skills that the dwarves possessed, it didn’t take long for them to finish this mold.

After the mold was done, I took it in my hands and thought about how I would do this.

In the end, I just had them put a hole at the end of the mold that I injected the divine energy into.