I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 104: Last Done

Clang, clang.

At some moment, the sound of metal scraping began to be heard.

His dazed mind was drawn towards the source of the noise, which sounded like a hammer striking an anvil.

And at the end of it, he encountered the figure of a craftsman hammering in a heat-filled room.

Clang, clang!

For some reason, the sight of the craftsman repeating this action seemed strangely familiar.

Even though the craftsman's hair had turned as white as ash, and there was no life in the craftsman's eyes as she looked down at the spear...

'When you are completed.'

The emotion felt in that voice was quite alien.

He was sure it was the person he knew.

Yet, the person who stood there was in a state he couldn't have imagined seeing.

'If the day comes when you stand before me again like that time... will I then understand what this feeling is?'

Was it because it was a dream?

Or was it because an unknown aspect of him was being reflected in the form of this dream?

Bzzz.

Following that, a faint vibration brought my mind into focus.

As if drawn by it, my gaze, as I got up from the bed, went straight to the spear leaning next to the bed.

Ego Weapon Pheloi.

A weapon harboring the soul of a child who closed her heart after that day's friction.

"...Pheloi."

I wondered if perhaps this child had moved, but even as I approached, the same vibrating sound did not occur.

It merely stayed silent, as if to teach me that what happened earlier was an illusion.

Was it too much to hope for recognition from this child with just my training so far?

"...No, it's too early to be disappointed."

Hadn't I undergone intense training here for the past month?

With the explosive growth achieved during that time, it would be unreasonable to be disheartened now.

If there was a place to ascend to, I just had to keep climbing.

"Yes. It's about time."

Reaffirming my resolve, which I did every morning, I stroked Pheloi's spear and prepared to head to the training ground.

I donned my armor, hastily ate preserved food for breakfast, and....

"Oh, Hyo-sung."

As I was about to leave the lodging, a familiar face greeted me, just passing by the front of the lodging.

Merilyn Sutherland.

Like Airi, she was a woman I'd like to be with in the future, if permitted.

"Good morning. Are you off to training?"

"Yes, are you going to perform today as well, Ms. Merilyn?"

She, too, was faithful to her role as a minstrel, contributing in her own way to this garrison area.

Her performance invigorates people's emotions and breathes life into their activities.

The unfortunate thing was that lately, I had been so focused on training that I had no time to listen to her performances.