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    Chapter 119: Ego Axe Bunny
    (3)

    Zirnier’s
    Armory was always packed with people lining up to have their gear
    made by Zirnier, but for the past month, it had been deserted.

    The
    reason for this was kindly written on the sign at the main entrance.

    [One
    month off.]

    The
    words were written one by one by a trio of Zirnier’s mechanical
    arms, so the handwriting was crooked and unlikely to have been
    written by a single person.

    However,
    the closure was not enough to deter me from visiting the store.

    -Kaang,
    Kaang!

    If
    you put your ear to the ground, you could hear the muffled sound of
    iron pounding coming from Zirnier’s underground workshop.

    This
    sound could only mean one thing.

    Zirnier,
    the best blacksmith in the Labyrinth City, hasn’t closed her forge
    for rest or leisure.

    She’s
    been working everyday for a month on just one weapon.

    ***

    “They
    say business is good these days.”

    “That
    weapon shop is closed and it has a trickle-down effect on those of us
    who are nearby.”

    The
    shopkeepers in the neighborhood of Zirnier’s Armory smiled broadly
    and chatted.

    “But
    what on earth is that blacksmith making that has her locked up in the
    workshop for a month?”

    “They
    said she made that black sword in a week, but a month?”

    “Whose
    equipment is she making?”

    “Judging
    from her personality, she wouldn’t be so diligent no matter who
    entrusted her with it. Whose equipment is she working so hard on?”

    I
    walked over to Zirnier’s armory while listening to their
    conversation.

    ‘She’s
    gotten one of the best materials she ever saw in her life, so it’s no
    wonder she’s so dedicated.’

    The
    Gluttony Soulstone was an ingredient that even Zirnier was drooling
    over, so she must have taken extra care in crafting it.

    The
    thought of having a new partner made my body tingle.

    “You’re
    overdoing it.”

    In
    front of Zirnier’s shop, a figure clad in white armor stood with such
    expectations.

    The
    armor was similar to the armored knight’s, but different and the
    voice sounded familiar.

    It
    was the woman from Diana’s inn, the grandmother from the royal
    knights.

    “Hmm.
    And you?”

    I
    was about to ignore her and enter when she turned to me.

    “Good
    afternoon.”

    “Yes.
    You must be Balkan, Ellie’s boyfriend?”

    Come
    to think of it, she had asked me if I was Ellie’s boyfriend the other
    day. It was a little patience test.

    I
    shrugged it off then, but now I couldn’t bring myself to deny it.

    “Well,
    that’s not important right now. You came to this weapon shop?”

    “Ah,
    yes.”

    “Hehe.
    In that case, you should probably turn around. She’s very busy. Even
    I, a long time visitor, was turned away.”

    It
    seems that she also went to see Zirnier and got ripped off.

    For
    a moment, I was surprised that Zirnier would turn away the head of
    the royal knights, not another nobleman or explorer, and then I
    questioned her.

    ‘Polite
    speech?’

    The
    captain of the Royal Knights, who even Diana considered a
    troublemaker, would show respect to Zirnier?

    ‘Was
    Zirnier that great?’

    The
    questioning was short-lived.

    “Oh,
    you’re Balkan?!”

    The
    staff inside the store had spotted me and rushed over.

    Before,
    whenever I came, the staff would come and talk to me, but this time,
    the manager greeted me right away.

    “You
    can go straight down to the workshop.”

    “Yes.”

    I
    replied to the manager, and then glanced over at the old lady who was
    looking at me with a puzzled expression.

    “⋯What
    the⋯”

    “Ah.
    Are you a customer? I’m sorry, but our shop is currently closed.”

    “No,
    I know. I know⋯”

    I
    descend the underground stairs, leaving behind the confused voice
    behind.

    -Kiririk.
    Kirik!

    Mechanical
    arm number one greeted me.

    I
    followed Arm 1 into the underground workshop, where the heat was
    blazing.

    -Kaang!

    With
    each hammer blow from the massive furnace I could see in the
    distance, an intense blast of hot air rushed through my helmet.

    The
    sound of the hammers was not just a sound.

    -Ka-bang!

    Each
    pound of iron was accompanied by a tremendous vibration, as if the
    ground was about to turn over.

    I
    cautiously moved forward, fearing I might fall, and soon reached the
    source of the sound.

    -Kaang!

    I
    closed my eyes and opened them to see the culprit of the stormy
    frenzy.

    The
    mysterious girl I meet at the inn, a blonde similar in color to
    Celsia.

    Her
    healthy skin was tanned and glistening with sweat from the blazing
    heat.

    The
    bandages holding her ample breasts in place wobbled precariously with
    each blow of her hammer.

    Her
    wide suspender pants were already damp.

    I
    watched in silence with No. 1 as Zernier swung the hammer with sparks
    flying.

    I
    couldn’t see her expression because her face was covered by a mask,
    but I could tell from a glance that she was intensely focused.

    ‘If
    I interrupt now, there will be no turning back.’

    What
    would be the point of disturbing a craftsman’s concentration?

    I’d
    be lowering the quality of the work that would come to me.

    I
    waited calmly for an hour.

    I
    endure the vibrations and heat that run through the earth and watch
    as my partner is forged for the journey ahead.

    Is
    it because Zirnier referred to the weapon as her child?

    A
    strange thought kept coming to me.

    ‘Something
    tells me I’m watching a birth.’

    -Kaaaaang!

    With
    a resounding crash like nothing I’ve ever heard before, Zirnier flung
    the hammer she’d been wielding.

    It
    was a reddish weapon.

    It
    was shaped like a giant axe, and gradually, it began to take on an
    artifact-like glow.

    It
    was not the pale blue glow of a weapon made of relic alloy.

    I
    had never seen a real artifact before, but I was sure of it
    nonetheless.

    The
    axe was glowing a brilliant blue, just like the real artifact I’ve
    rescued from the Labyrinth.

    “Ah,
    ahhhh.”

    With
    trembling hands, Zirnier gingerly lifted the axe.

    “Done⋯”

    Zirnier’s
    body trembled as she reached the unknown part of the labyrinth with
    the hands of a mere human.

    “Finally⋯!”

    Her
    voice trembled with joy, then turned to sobs.

    Zernier
    cradled the axe in her arms and collapsed into tears of joy.

    The
    trio of mechanical arms rushed over and patted her on the back.

    I
    watched as a single tear fell onto Zirnier’s suspenders, then
    carefully stepped away.

    “Ah,
    Balkan⋯⋯!”

    Zirnier
    seemed to have finally noticed my pretense.

    She
    turned her head quickly and lunged at me.

    -Kaaaaaah!

    Before
    I had time to react, she was in my arms.

    It
    was no ordinary hug.

    She
    crossed her fit lower body, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist,
    and hugged my back with both arms.

    Her
    pectoralis major and udder rubbed against me, and her hipbones
    pounded against my groin.

    The
    smell of her body odor and sour sweat wafted in through the heat and
    made my head spin.

    After
    holding me in a tight embrace for a while, Zirnier looked up at me.

    Even
    though we were both wearing masks and helmets, it felt like our eyes
    met.

    “Thank
    you, thank you, thank you! It’s all thanks to you!”

    “Woohoo!”

    “Thanks
    to the artifact you gave me, I’ve reached the Labyrinth Realm⋯!”

    Obviously,
    I didn’t know about the artifacts, but I hadn’t heard or seen one
    that was made by human hands.

    “⋯You’re
    amazing, Ms. Zirnier.
    All I did was give you the materials.”

    “That’s
    because the materials are absolutely not ordinary, right⋯?”

    Zirnier’s
    lower half twitched as she spoke excitedly.

    Hmph.

    Her
    head tilted lower and lower in embarrassment.

    “Uh,
    ah, mmm.”

    I
    wonder if she noticed.

    No,
    of course she’d notice, since we were stuck like this.

    “⋯⋯”

    Realizing
    that she had been rubbing her clitoris against a man’s cock, Zirnier
    slid out of my arms.

    The
    cock pressed against her hipbone bounced off and hit her in the
    stomach as she carefully descended.

    “Ugh!”

    This
    time, the penis was gently wrapped around her plump breasts.

    I
    squeezed my eyes shut and endured, and Zirnier’s ears flushed
    slightly.

    “That,
    um. Sorry.”

    “⋯It’s
    okay.”

    “I’m
    so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

    Zirnier,
    whose face was flushed from embarrassment or the heat and humidity of
    the workshop, asked cautiously.

    “Well,
    there’s a dildo and a test onahole that Idelbert made a long time
    ago when he asked me to break the curse. If you’re really in a
    hurry, do you want to use those⋯?”

    “⋯⋯”

    “But
    it’s made to the average male size, so it’s about 6 centimeters long⋯
    Ah. I guess it won’t fit all the way in, huh?”

    “⋯It’s
    okay.”

    “Well,
    you can use our No. 1, because it don’t squeeze very hard⋯”

    “It’s
    really fine.”

    “Oh,
    yeah⋯”

    A
    flurry of words poured from Zirnier’s bewildered mouth.

    Moreover,
    she was a first-rate blacksmith.

    Just
    the feel of her pussy lips pressed against my mound and the touch of
    her breasts
    seemed to be a perfect gauge of my cock’s length and girth.

    I
    turned my attention to the axe in Zirnier’s hand, leaving behind my
    Master’s attempt to get rid of her virginity and No. 1, who was
    sneaking up on me.

    “Hmph.
    By the way, is this the one?”

    “Ah,
    yes. That’s right, the battle axe I finished this time.”

    Zirnier
    held out both hands to show me the axe.

    My
    first impression was that it was enormous, about a meter and eighty
    centimeters, the size of a full-grown man.

    The
    blade, which took up a third of its length, was thick and large,
    sharp enough to slice through a sheet of paper.

    Even
    the handle was made entirely of relic alloy, which made it seem quite
    heavy.

    Add
    to that the clunky design and you’ve got a lot of Zirnier’s taste.

    It’s
    not all roughness, though.

    Starting
    with the finishing details, the partial gold inlay on the all-black
    axe was a work of art.

    ‘If
    I had to pay for this with my own money, I wonder how much it would
    have cost.’

    I
    don’t know, but it would have cost me hundreds of gold coins.

    I
    would have been paying off loans for the rest of my life.

    “⋯Wow,
    that’s a lot of money⋯”

    “Hmm.
    I’m a sucker for materials but he’s the best kid I’ve ever had.”

    As
    I admired the axe’s perfection, Zirnier, who had regained her
    composure, put her hands on her hips and snorted.

    “Listen.
    I made this for you.”

    Zirnier’s
    words sent a shiver down my spine.

    From
    now on, with this axe, I will begin challenging the labyrinth again.

    Half
    excited, half nervous, I take the axe in my hand.

    -Woosh-woosh-woosh.

    The
    axe rattled as if in resonance with me and the world turned upside
    down.

    ***
    *** *** ******

    The
    world was as white as an uncolored canvas.

    The
    Zirnier that was in front of me, the axe I was holding in my hand,
    and even the clothes I was wearing all disappeared somewhere.

    I
    was literally naked but before I could question what had happened, I
    heard an unfamiliar noise.

    “There,
    you⋯”

    At
    the same time, a voice that sounded somewhat stifled.

    It
    didn’t sound far away. It was right behind me.

    I
    quickly turned around to see a woman in chains, dressed as a bunny
    girl, glaring at me.

    “⋯This.
    Take them off.”

    I
    don’t know for sure, but I had a strong feeling that I absolutely
    must not break those chains.

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