I Saved the Demon King Who Was About to Commit Suicide – Chapter 50

Two days had passed since the two boarded the carriage.

They had finally reached the outskirts of Terra.

A rugged mountainous area made entirely of rocks, without a single tree in sight.

This was Terra, known as the land of iron.

“Quite a spectacle, different from Cordelia.”

Lucia, looking out the window at the scenery, commented.

“It’s a magnificent view.”

“Indeed. Although it’s just mountains made of rocks, it’s more grand than any fortress I’ve seen before…”

With every passing view, Lucia expressed her awe.

As they traveled deeper, a massive furnace appeared in the distance.

The sight of red molten metal flowing like a river in the heat of the lava caught the eyes of Evan and Lucia.

“Is that used to make weapons?”

“Yes. The dwarves living in Terra solidify the molten metal and hammer it into weapons. My sword was also made here.”

“You mean the sword you have at your waist?”

“Exactly. It’s been with me for more than half my life.”

Evan still vividly remembered the moment he first held the sword made in Terra.

The sword resonated with magical power, transforming into the form that suited his swordsmanship best.

While the weapons of the Holy Kingdom could certainly be called fine swords, those he had used until then felt utterly trivial in comparison.

“You know the dwarves’ weapon crafting skills are renowned across the Aisha continent. If you have time, why not get your sword made separately?”

“That sounds good. After all, the sword I use primarily is not that great… and given my weakened magical power now, the swords I’ve made are mostly low in durability.”

Lucia lightly drew her sword from its sheath.

Despite not being used much, the blade was quite damaged, with even some chips showing.

She, too, agreed with Evan that she needed a good sword at this point.

There might be ways to obtain a divine artifact, but there were still many places to visit before reaching the Demon Realm, and she had no idea what foes they might encounter beforehand.

“I know a craftsman. If we have time, let’s place an order.”

“Then I’ll leave my sword in your hands.”

Rattle, rattle.

While the two were chatting, the carriage continued its journey toward the heart of Terra.

The rough terrain made the carriage jolt continuously.

*

Another two days passed.

At this point, Lucia was nearly at her breaking point.

“Evan, I’m going to vomit… Ugh!”

The constant jostling of the carriage, day and night, was tormenting her with terrible motion sickness.

“Just hold on a bit longer, Lucia. They say we’re almost there.”

“When are we arriving, ugh…?”

No matter how tough she was, in the face of her severe motion sickness, Lucia felt like a frail person.

She expelled everything she had eaten that morning out of the window.

While Lucia was heaving, Evan gently patted her back and spoke to the coachman.

“Let’s take a short break. At this rate, she might end up vomiting what she ate two days ago.”

“Are you sure? Extra pay will come due if we delay.”

“With the way she’s feeling, does paying money even matter?”

Evan tossed a gold coin to the coachman.

Considering they originally owed five silver coins, that was essentially double.

The coachman, delighted with the gold coin, replied, “Please rest as long as you need. I will do my best to serve you.”

Soon, the carriage came to a stop.

Though it should have improved things, Lucia still felt unwell.

Even with Evan patting her back, she only retched.

“If I had known you were this prone to motion sickness, I should have brought some medicine.”

“No… I didn’t realize I could get motion sickness either…”

“Just drink some water and lie down.”

After drinking the water Evan handed her, Lucia laid back in the carriage.

Only then did she start to feel a bit better, her complexion gradually improving.

“I’m sorry, Evan. I hope I’m not making us late…”

“It’s fine; we won’t be delayed for long anyway. Plus, we won’t be resting for long, so don’t worry too much about it.”

Saying this, Evan loosened a button on Lucia’s clothes and continued, “It’s better to open up your clothes a bit for motion sickness. I’ll keep the window open so you can get some fresh air while resting.”

As he opened the window wider, a breeze flowed in.

With the button undone and fresh air hitting her, Lucia felt her nausea gradually subside.

“I’m starting to feel like I can live…”

“Are you feeling better?”

“I think it’s much better than before.”

About half an hour later, after they had been lying quietly,

Lucia sat up again and declared, “I feel alright now. They say we will reach Terra soon, so let’s hang on a little longer.”

“Are you sure it’s okay not to rest more?”

“I should be fine. I can’t lose to motion sickness when I’m the Apostle of Doom.”

Lucia said this confidently, as if to prove she could overcome it.

Evan acknowledged her statement and started the carriage again. About ten minutes later…

“Ugh… Evan, save me…”

“What did I say? I told you to rest a little longer.”

“Waaah…”

Once again, her retching forced the carriage to stop for another break.

*

After another break, around two hours had passed since they resumed their journey.

The two finally arrived at the capital of Terra.

A city built around the massive furnace they had seen at the entrance.

Evan’s eyes fell on numerous dwarves bustling about the streets.

“Lucia. This is the city known as the capital of Terra, Efran.”

At his words, Lucia, exhausted from motion sickness, finally raised her body to observe the outside view.

“It’s truly full of dwarves everywhere, as expected of a dwarf’s land…”

“Are you still feeling unwell?”

“Just a bit… Can’t we get out of the carriage and walk now? I really don’t want to stay in the carriage any longer.”

“Now that we’ve arrived, I suppose we could get down and walk.”

Seeing how much Lucia was struggling, Evan decided to let her off the carriage.

“Whoa…”

As they stepped down from the carriage, the view of Efran unfolded before them.

Lucia couldn’t take her eyes off the fascinating scenery she was witnessing now.

Especially captivating were the weapons being sold in the market.

Her eyes sparkled when she saw the swords.

“I can completely understand now why Terra is called the sacred land of weapons. When I only heard of it, I didn’t grasp how significant it was, but seeing it directly, every sword sold here could easily be considered a fine sword outside.”

Lucia exclaimed while admiring the blade.

“This is just the regular swords you find in Terra. That’s why merchants or famous warriors who visit here can get overwhelmed.”

“Are there swords in Terra that are considered renowned?”

“There are a few. Swords that are so hard to acquire, no matter how much money you throw at them.”

As Evan spoke, he took Lucia’s wrist and began to walk.

“Follow me. If we place an order with that dwarf before we find a divine artifact in Terra, we should be able to pick it up by the time we leave.”

“Are you talking about my sword?”

“Yes. Like I said, I know someone here.”

When it comes to craftsmen, one can only hope for a sword that suits them.

Lucia’s heart started to pound fiercely.

*

As they moved, the crowd grew thicker.

Evan led them into a crowded building.

“Is it okay to come in like this with such a long line, Evan?”

“Relax. That dwarf won’t make weapons for customers who don’t meet requirements anyway.”

After surpassing the long line, Evan climbed a staircase on one side.

With each step, the sounds of pounding, iron being struck became bigger.

Along with that, a resonating magical energy made Lucia swallow hard.

It was different from that of a monster.

This… was the echo of magical power resonating with the weapon itself.

Feeling that, Lucia’s anticipation grew even more.

“Long time no see, Ketar.”

After climbing for a while, they reached the top floor.

There, Evan greeted a dwarf who was striking iron.

“Whoaa, who is this!”

Ketar turned and greeted him with a wide smile.

“Evan, right? I thought you were dead since I hadn’t heard from you since you defeated the Demon King…”

“I had a few things going on, so I couldn’t keep in touch. I wanted to let you know I’m doing well with the sword.”

“That’s good to hear. The Apostle of the Gods wielding my sword makes me happy.”

As Ketar chuckled, his gaze shifted to Lucia, who was admiring the weapons hanging on the wall.

“By the way, who is this lady? She doesn’t seem to be one of the apostles I saw last time.”

Lucia flinched slightly.

Though she was indeed an Apostle of Doom, since she had once been the Demon King, she was now trying to mask her identity and introduce herself with a pseudonym when…

Evan spoke up first, saying to Ketar, “No, she’s also an apostle like me.”

Lucia’s eyes widened in surprise.