The Camellia Tattoo - Chapter 38
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Was there any joy or delight in coming to this frozen land, separated from the well-lived country?
Nevertheless, Amber did her best in her role.
Igmeyer was grateful and moved by Amber’s efforts, hoping she wouldn’t sell what she possessed.
Then,
“Afterwards, it’s too late!”
“?”
“Igmeyer, it’s late after it’s happened. If there’s something like this, let’s make it now. We can start making it now!”
Amber’s cheeks flushed with excitement.
In reality, she was in a state of overwhelming excitement.
‘There’s so much Litton iron!’
The final battle meant the fateful day when the entire north would sacrifice everything to kill the evil dragon Nidhogg. Not just facing the monsters falling from the gate but invading its lair and cutting the monster’s head.
It was the longstanding wish of the north and the duty of the Grand Duke of Niflheim across generations.
Even if it couldn’t be achieved immediately, it was something that must be accomplished someday.
For that purpose, Niflheim had been preparing for generations… or so it seemed.
‘Huh.’
Amber loosened her grip on Igmeyer’s forearm.
Something was off; she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. It was a contradiction visible to her, having lived two lives.
‘With this much Litton iron, why didn’t they gather blacksmiths in the past?’
Igmeyer undoubtedly regretted it deeply.
However, even after the dreadful ‘Nidhogg’s Cry’ had ended, he still didn’t open this warehouse.
Even if she didn’t show interest in the affairs of the castle, she would have noticed if the blacksmiths had been called in and done something.
She wasn’t that oblivious.
‘I don’t understand. Why?’
If she were the Grand Duke, she would have immediately ordered the blacksmiths to make weapons as soon as such an event was concluded. Even in the chaos of recovering from the damage, she would have separated blacksmiths to make weapons.
Igmeyer also had the judgment to not be lacking such discernment.
‘Moreover, he has a strong desire for revenge. And there’s no shortage of iron. Why?’
Reflecting on his personality only deepened the mystery.
From what Amber knew, Igmeyer was a man who would go alone to kill a dragon. He had that kind of determination or stubbornness.
In summary, it was hard to explain. All she seemed to do was regret.
“I don’t know what you suddenly want to make, but I agree that it’s too late after the event.”
Igmeyer bowed and picked up a piece of iron from the pile. He threw the heavy object like a toy and caught it while his face was deep in thought.
“Since we don’t know when the final battle will be, these iron ingots must be carefully stored until the time comes. That’s what the former Grand Duke told me.”
“Yes.”
“But… why does it have to be this way? Thinking deeply, it’s strange. I feel like I’ve been brainwashed without realizing it.”
His tone was cheerful, but the content hidden within was far from light.
Amber gulp, feeling a dryness in her mouth.
“Are you saying, there’s some kind of spell in the lineage? To just collect iron?”
“Well… it’s not a spell in a sense.”
She was not exactly sure what he meant.
So, as if understanding that, he added a few more words.
“There was an oracle between us.”
“Yes. That’s the reason we got married.”
An offspring born between a noble lady from the land of plenty and a man ruling the land of frost would exterminate the dragon.
Even with her eyes closed, Amber could recite that sentence.
“The Grand Dukes of Niflheim have a specific dream on the day of succession. In that dream, someone tells them to gather iron and weapons to prepare for the final day.”
“….”
“But anyway, if our child is going to kill Nidhogg, can’t we use these iron ingots from now on? We just need to trust that guy, right?”
It was quite fascinating that there was a dream passed down from generation to generation, but Amber didn’t bother to inquire about it. What mattered now was his decision to use these iron ingots, so she just let the topic of the child go.
After all, if they couldn’t prevent this incident, their child wouldn’t be born, and they would face death.
“I learned that Litton iron withstands flames well.”
“Yes. It’s the most expensive and best among metals.”
“Will you make the swords for the elite knights first?”
With that alone, Raphael’s chances of survival would increase dramatically.
‘If he just makes the swords, I’ve done everything I can.’
Thinking like that, Amber finally felt a little relieved.
The tightness in her chest eased, and Amber let out a long sigh.
“Hmm.”
Then, with narrowed eyes, Igmeyer examined Amber.
“Something seems a bit odd.”
“What?”
“Why are you trying so hard to prepare swords for the knights? Is there someone you wish to not die?”
Igmeyer’s voice carried a suspicious tone.
