I Got Isekai’d, Well Shyt!

Ch.105 Make me a Sword

Ch.105 Make me a Sword

*SWISH! SWUSH! SWIRL! SWISH!*

The blade of the sword extended and flew around the room. Nailing all the candles on the walls to the ceiling, and all the ones on the table.

It happened so fast that it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye. Which caused everyone to stare in awe as they witnessed the sight.

"W... Wow!" Was all the servants could say.

Nieren, Lady Fyrella, Hajdah, and Zellin couldn't believe their eyes.

Quinus was smirking as he watched Rya.

Rya was able to hit every candle with ease and precision. It was as if a force was guiding the sword. And she decided to give Arathar a scare as she aimed for his fleshly candle in between his legs.

*CLING!* 

The candles fell to the ground Arathar screamed out loud in shock.

"AHH! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO!" Arathar panicked when he noticed the blade almost striking his manhood.

"Oh, just showing you my skill. Your lucky I only wanted to scare you." Rya laughed as she moved away from him while the sword returned back to its original form.

"Yeah, some people need to learn the hard way," Quinus said as he took a sip of tea.

Arathar was stunned by what he saw.

"Ugh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to yell at you, saintess!" Arathar apologized as he rubbed his crotch.

"Don't worry about it. Just don't judge me again." Rya said as she watched the sword in her hand start to crack.

"I won't," Arathar said as he bowed his head down to her.

Rya chuckled and gave the sword back to Arathar.

He was in awe as his sword started to fall apart from the stress of Rya's skill.

"Damn, I see what you mean by my swords not being able to withstand your skill," Arathar said as he looked at his now useless sword. 

'My sword just crumbled under her might. I need to make her the greatest sword in the world! If I do then my name will be known far and wide as the greatest blacksmith on the Amon continent!' Arathar thought as he sat down and pondered on where to begin.

"Ugh! I-I never seen a attack like this? Is that what Dark Earthly Blade can do?" Arathar asked as he leaned back from the shock of the powerful attack.

"Yes, but remember I'm using a enchanted dagger from the dark elves that were able to withstand the stress of my mana. So use the best material possible. Also are you able to enchant the sword with some special properties?" Rya asked as she sat down in her seat.

"With all that Liquid Ether I got? Sure... That shouldn't be a problem. It just takes time," Arathar said as he got up and walked towards the table.

"When crafting the sword can you apply an anti-magic field to the blade? That would help me greatly," Rya asked as she placed her hands in her lap.

"Huh? Anti-magic? I never would think a mage would want something like that..." Arathar said as he scratched his head in confusion.

"Why would you want an anti-magical field, Saintess Rya?" Hajdah asked as he raised his eyebrow.

"Well, I know I'm a powerful mage but if I run into someone or something that can stop my earth magic with magical barriers then I would want something that could negate their mana," Rya answered as she crossed her legs.

"Haha! I like the way you think Saintess! I'll do that and see what I can do about letting you use that skill of yours without worrying about the sword breaking," Arathar chuckled as he scratched his head.

Then a thought acquired to him when he noticed his son sitting at the head of the table, "Hey, Saintess Rya! You're a amazing woman. Even though you're a dark elf, how about I give you my son's hand in marriage? He's not the strongest fighter out there, but he's a good man, that's shy."

There was a clatter of silverware that fell on a plate. Zellin didn't know what to do as he feared that his father just gave him a death sentence when he knew Rya was going to be married to Quinus.

'Goddess be damned! Is my father trying to get me killed!' Zellin looked over to see Quinus.

He was sitting holding his cup of tea. His face had a smile on it but his eyes were another story. The look in those eyes scared him so much that he shank down in his chair in hopes that no one would notice.

Zellin was terrified that he would die before he even got a chance to taste life. But as far as he could tell, his father doomed him.

Fyrella was worried that her husband was going to be cut down right in front of her.

Hajdah had a blank face. He knew Arathar was blunt but he never expected him to make such a stupid statement.

Nieren was curious about what will happen next. But she was ready for Arathar's nonsense to stop.

While Rya was trying to fold back her laughter.

'Oh, my God! He can't be serious,' Rya thought as she tried to conceal her laugh from everyone else. She noticed Zellin practically hiding under the table.

'Awe... Zellin's embarrassed? Poor guy can't catch a break. I bet Quin is— Oh boy!' Rya looked over to Quinus who was trying to hide his anger or rage, it was hard to tell. But his poker face was cracking.

Rya quickly stood up from her chair and walked behind Quin as she rubbed his shoulders and pushed her chest on the back of his neck.

"Hey... Quin, look at me," Rya whispered into his ear.

Quinus sighed and leaned his head back to her and saw her azure eyes staring at him. She smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Hmm... You're scaring Zellin half to death. It wasn't his fault he did nothing wrong. Now, do you feel better?" Rya asked.

Quinus couldn't help but smile in return. 

"Yeah, Thanks Rya," Quin said as he took a deep breath so he could relax. He then noticed only the top of Zellin's head as the rest of him was hiding under the table.

"I apologize for letting my anger get the better of me Zellin," Quin said. "You didn't do anything wrong."

Zellin's fear was washed away with relief as Rya came to his rescue.

'Saintess Rya saved me from my father's arrogance! I will serve her and never forget this moment! She is a Savior!' Zellin thought as he stood up from his seat.

Once Arathar saw what just unfolded. He slapped his hand to his face and muttered, "Tch... Of course my son would be too slow to ask her hand in marriage."

"ARE YOU TRYING TO GET ME KILLED!? SAINTESS RYA CAME WITH THE PRINCE! I NEVER HAD A CHANCE YOU OLD BASTARD!" Zellin yelled at his father.

Arathar shook his head in disbelief as he was disappointed in his son, "Excuses, excuses. Well, if she's going to be the future Queen then that's a better outcome... Prince Quinus! You're a clever man to win the heart of a dark elf. I'm proud of you... Hahaha! Looks like we're going to war with the Divine Three! I got to get to making our Queen's sword! If all goes well I'll have it ready in a month! For the KINGDOM!"

Arathar grabbed all of his things and hurried out of the room before anyone could respond.

'Wait didn't he say I was acceptable as a dark elf for his son but he was impressed that Quin won my heart? What's with the conflicting statement? Haah... Whatever.' Rya thought to herself.

"E-Excuses!? Your Highness, I'm sorry for my father's actions if there's—" Zellin halted his words when Quinus motioned with his hand to calm down.

"It's fine," Quin said. "Your father is a bit eccentric... I know he means well, but I have to do better myself."

Zellin was relieved that the prince was reasonable.

"Hehe, good boy," Rya chuckled as she stood in front of Quin and kissed his cheek.

"S-Sorry about that," Quin said as he put his hand over the spot where she kissed him.

"Well, hopefully, we won't have any more interruptions. Because I'm starving," Rya said as she took her seat again and started eating her food.

Everyone else joined her as they spent the next hour enjoying their breakfast meal.