The alchemy guilds that participated in the fair showed off their silver crafts at their booths, and it was clear that the "Arsenal of Spirits" was the best in terms of the quality of the silver, beauty of the form, and originality.


    Lange was busy with the visitors who had gathered at his booth.


    He was busy dealing with the visitors who had gathered at his booth. What you see here is just plain water. But if you put it in this silverware like this, you can see ......."


    When Lange poured water into a sample silver goblet, the clear water quickly turned a murky red.


    A fermented-like aroma pervades the place.


    The onlookers were astonished.


    The water turned red!　What is this?　How the hell does it work?"


    More importantly, this aroma ......, you don''t think it''s grape wine?"


    This goblet is a silver work of wondrous wonders, possessed by a spirit that transforms water into wine. Please, everyone, come in. Take a taste.


    As Lange presented the goblet, the onlookers took turns dipping their mouths into the contents and passing it around.


    What is this?　It sure tastes like grape wine."


    And it''s of the finest quality.


    I can''t believe it. Is there really a genie in the bottle?"


    The excitement and the mellow aroma wafted through the air, and the visitors who had been watching the other booths became curious about the "Arsenal of Spirits" booth and gathered around it.


    By the time Roland and the others arrived, the place was in a frenzy, and Lange was having a hard time.


    ''Wow, that''s a huge crowd.''


    Oh, Mr. Roland. Please help me quickly. I can''t do this on my own.


    Lange, holding a bottle of water in his right hand and a silversmith''s goblet in his left, turned his face only toward Roland and said.


    Good. Aryeh, go get some water, and Cheal, maintain the silversmithing.


    Yes."


    Did you make these goblets?"


    One customer asked Lange.


    Oh, no, it wasn''t me.


    Is it you then?"


    Roland is asked next.


    No, it wasn''t me.


    Which brings us to ......."


    No way. ......


    Roland took Cheal''s hand and held it out to the onlookers.


    ''Gentlemen. Let me introduce you. I am Cheal, a silversmith from the Arsenal of the Spirits.


    The appearance of the young girl, still at an early age, caused even more excitement among the onlookers.


    What a ...... girl!


    And they''re elves.


    No wonder they''re inhabited by spirits."


    Cheal was embarrassed by the attention, but was surprised and complimented all the same.


    Count Elsen watched with excitement as people gathered at the "Arsenal of Spirits" booth.


    （This is it," he said. This is exactly what I have been looking for.)


    A weak alchemy guild.


    Unknown, but up-and-coming, with unfathomable talent.


    Moreover, he is an alchemist of the elf tribe.


    These elements satisfied his fondness for things and futurism.


    Lucius was stunned to see the booth of the "Arsenal of Spirits.


    (Stupid. How could this be ......)


    Ho." That girl. She''s not quite designed yet, but she seems to make a lot of sense. I didn''t know there was an alchemist like that in this town."


    Dorwin said, somewhat admiringly, as if he were someone else.


    Hey, what do you mean? Why do they own Silver A?"


    Lukius snarls at Dorwin.


    I don''t know anything about that. Why don''t you ask the Guild''s tightening officer?"


    d*mn."


    Despite Lucius'' confusion, the "Arsenal of Spirits" booth continued to thrive, and he continued to be the sole winner.


    In the end, "The Goblet Dwelling Spirits," created by Cheal, was selected as the best work.


    An award ceremony was held.


    Cheal kneels before Hilda, Count Elsen''s daughter, who is sitting on a chair on a temporary stage, and offers her a piece of silver work.


    The silver work handed to Hilda is different from the sample and more luminous.


    Hilda accepted the goblet and solemnly announced


    I award you the first prize at the First Elsen Silversmiths'' Fair.


    Yes, sir. I humbly accept.


    (Just a short time ago, I couldn''t even get close to metal. Not only have I become a silversmith, but I have also received this honor. It''s all thanks to Mr. Roland. Thank you very much.)


    A single tear rolled down Cheal''s cheek.


    Hildi was upset.


    What happened?　He had received a commendation. What in the world is making you so sad that you are shedding tears like that?"


    Cheal began to speak while wiping away tears.


    Although I have received recognition at the fair, the "Arsenal of Spirits," to which I belong, is a weak guild.


    No matter how many good products I make, I can''t wholesale them to the stores, and there is no income coming in at all.


    At this rate, the guild would go bankrupt.


    If that happens, I will not be able to make any more silversmithing myself.


    Above all, I cannot feel sorry for the members of the guild who have supported me to get to this point.


    When I think of that, I cannot help but be saddened, no matter how great the prize may be.


    Well, such are the circumstances."


    Hilda turned to Count Elsen at her side.


    ''Father. Did you hear?"


    I''m not sure. I heard everything. I didn''t know there were such circumstances. It is a serious situation that a talented alchemist cannot work due to such circumstances. Immediately, in the name of the Elsen family, let''s protect the "Arsenal of Spirits. The "Arsenal of Spirits" is endorsed by the Elsen family. You will be allowed to use our family crest and name in any of your future activities.


    The audience cheered.


    Cheal was given a round of applause to congratulate him.


    Cheal turned to Lorang and stuck out his tongue.


    Roland laughed, half in admiration and half in dismay at Cheal''s worldly wisdom.


    (Hey, Cheal! I''m not lying, but you''re not being truthful. I''m glad Count Elsen didn''t notice.)


    As the hall was filled with applause, a single black flying object appeared in the sky.


    It was Lilianne, flying in the sky astride a broom.


    It seems you made it in time for the awards ceremony.


    Lillianne. You came?"


    Roland said happily.


    ''Yes, of course.


    Lilianne winks at him.


    Roland took Lilianne''s hand and helped her land.


    Lillianne ......, you mean the Class A adventurer from ''Guardian of the Magic Tree''?"


    Count Elsen is surprised by the unexpected intruder.


    ''Yes, she is an investor in our guild. She has been supporting our guild since its inception, even though we have no achievements to show for it.


    Congratulations on your commendation, Mr. Chial. As an investor myself, I am proud of you.


    Thank you."


    How about this? "Well, what do you think, Lillianne?


    Count Elsen approached Lilianne and spoke to her.


    She said, "I am going to invite Mr. Cheal and the members of the ''Arsenal of the Spirits'' to dinner later on. You, as an investor, would like to join us?"


    Oh, no?　Then I will take your word for it."


    Lucius looked at Lillianne and finally had a look of agreement.


    （Lillianne?　Roland and the "Guardian of the Magic Tree" were connected?　I see. So that''s what it was about. Now I have a point. I wondered how they had managed to get the Silver A, but with the financial support of the "Guardian of the Magic Tree," they had raised a refiner. And you were the one who supplied "Earthcraft" to the "Guardian of the Magical Tree"? Roland!)


    Lucius glares at Roland.


    (I thought they were just a small, weak guild, but now that it''s come to this, I can''t let them get away with it. I''m going to use all the power of the Golden Eagle to crush them. Roland!)


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