He Didn’t Want To Die Because Of His Weapon.

When Kikori entered the Mirgu Weapon Shop, the owner, Mirgu, let out an “Oh.”

“Kikori, huh. Is that sword from an orc? You did well to take it down.”

“It looked down on me, so I managed somehow.”

“Huh. Well, you won, so who cares. So? You planning to sell it?”

“Yes. How much will it be?”

“Alright. Set it here.”

Told so by Mirgu as he tapped the counter with a finger, Kikori set the cleaver-sword down.

“Hm… the quality isn’t much different from what I saw before.”

“Huh? You’ve seen it?”

“Of course. It’s the typical sword those orcs use.”

As he said that, Mirgu lightly rapped the cleaver-sword.

“The material’s lousy iron. The method’s casting. It’s basically the kind you just smash down with.”

“But,” Mirgu continued.

“Even something like this—when an orc swings it, it can deal a fatal wound to a fully armored warrior in one hit.”

An iron helmet would get flattened along with the skull. That alone told you the difference in power.

“The fact you survived was probably luck. How far did you go, anyway?”

“No, I was in a spot relatively close to the Hero Gate.”

“…What?”

“I killed a goblin. I figured maybe the goblin did something.”

“…”

Mirgu fell silent, then tapped the counter with a thoughtful expression.

“I see. Report that to the Adventurers’ Guild, just in case.”

“Is something going on?”

“We need to confirm that. It’s just a precaution. Anyway, about this sword… yeah. How about 4,000 yen?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll explain why I priced it like that. As a weapon, this is trash. But it’s still iron, so it can be reused for farm tools, nails, that sort of thing. I’m valuing it as material.”

“No problem. I don’t really understand that stuff anyway.”

“…You’re the type who gets scammed.”

With that, Mirgu handed Kikori 4,000 yen, then asked,

“So what’s with that bow and arrows?”

“These are from a goblin. I figured I could sell them.”

“Let me see them, at least.”

Mirgu tried drawing the bow and checked the arrowheads… then eventually let out a small breath.

“If I evaluated these properly, they’re worth 10 yen. Total junk. Only fit for the trash.”

“Yeah, I figured…”

“But I’ll buy them for 500 yen.”

“Huh? Why?”

“If you toss them there, goblins pick them up. The town’s backing a strengthened buyback program.”

“You don’t want more bow-wielding goblins running around,” Mirgu said, and Kikori went, “Ah…” in agreement.

If a pack of bow-wielding goblins started taking aim from a distance, there was no way he could deal with that.

“So that’s why. From now on, if you find bows, actively collect them.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“What is it?”

“Once you sell the orc’s magic stone and save up some money, start thinking about upgrading your weapon. That axe of yours is going to hit its limit soon.”

He didn’t want to die because of his weapon.

At Mirgu’s words, Kikori could only nod.