Noon.
Hulim and Charkin stopped by a stream to rest.
"......Charkin, you really are Rank A, aren’t you?"
Hulim asked the question that had been on her mind.
"Yeah."
Charkin didn’t deny it, nodding as he chewed on dried at.
"Do you have a title, then?"
"A title?"
Charkin paused mid-chew.
"......I do have sothing like that."
"What is it?"
Hulim pressed curiously.
"Well...... this."
Charkin picked up his warhamr.
"？？"
Hulim looked confused.
"This warhamr?"
"Yep, that’s right—my warhamr."
"？"
"So...... my title is 'Warhamr'!"
"......"
Oh, right—literally Warhamr!
Really straightforward!
"Then why does Charkin run a blacksmith shop in Langard?"
"Hmph~, interesting question. Because my main job is a blacksmith, of course! What else would I do—beg for a living like other adventurers?"
"......Then why isn’t your title 'Forge Hamr'? It sounds like a title for soone focused on fighting."
"Says who?!"
Charkin slamd his warhamr into the ground.
"Who told you a warhamr can’t forge iron?"
"Huh??? "
Hulim stared in shock at the sharp, nacing warhamr in his hand.
"Th-that...... can actually be used for forging?! "
"Of course! Don’t be fooled by its looks—its main job is forging! Just like —smashing people is just a side job."
"......"
Does anyone normally make a forging hamr look like this......
"Speaking of which...... if Charkin is Rank A, then Irus must be Rank A too, right?"
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"Huh??? "
Charkin looked at Hulim in surprise.
"You didn’t know?"
"Know what?"
"Didn’t she tell you?"
"Tell what?"
"I see......"
Charkin stroked his chin, thinking quietly without answering Hulim’s question.
"？？ Charkin, what exactly are you talking about?"
Charkin looked up at her, then shook his head.
"If she didn’t tell you, I can’t either. You should ask her yourself, shouldn’t you?"
"???"
Wait, what’s going on? What are they talking about?
No matter how much Hulim pressed, Charkin avoided the topic entirely.
Unable to get an answer, she had to give up—for now.
But a seed of doubt had been planted in her mind.
......
"That’s the Mountains of Myrnabyss up ahead."
After climbing over a ridge, Charkin stopped.
Hulim looked forward, seeing a stretch of snow-capped mountains rising in the distance.
After a long journey, the two had finally reached the outskirts of their destination.
"The road ahead won’t be as smooth as before, Hulim—be careful."
"I will."
"Good, let’s keep moving."
Riding on the Shieldhorn Beasts, they continued toward the mountains.
As the Mountains of Myrnabyss grew clearer in their view, ancient ruins began to appear along the way.
Most of these ruins were reduced to tattered walls and foundations. Faintly, one could glimpse the glory and power of civilizations from bygone eras—now all faded away with the wind.
Today, these ruins not only stood silently, testifying to their past, but also provided shelter for certain creatures......
"Roar——!"
A Rank B monster, a Fortress Tarantula, suddenly darted out of a nearby ruin, pouncing toward Hulim and Charkin. Its massive leaping body cast a shadow, completely covering the area where they stood.
"Really endless."
Charkin complained, swinging his warhamr at the sa ti.
Boom——!!!
With a deafening crash, the Fortress Tarantula was sent flying back, slamming into the ruins and falling motionless.
Its upper body—from the abdon up—had been completely crushed.
"Did we accidentally wander into its territory?"
"Yeah," Charkin nodded, sheathing his warhamr. "It’s hard to avoid. Myrnabyss is full of High-Rank Monsters, and each has a huge territory—you can’t pass through without stepping into so of them."
"Let’s keep going. These monsters are nothing. The truly troubleso ones—they’re the real masters of Myrnabyss......"
"Other creatures?"
Hulim’s curiosity was piqued.
"Don’t worry, you’ll see them soon. In fact...... after a while, you’ll get tired of them."
"？"
What could they be......
As Charkin had said, Hulim didn’t have to wait long to et the truly troubleso ones.
Clink, clink, clink......
"Warning! Intruder detected. Engaging elimination protocol!"
"Warning! Intruder detected. Engaging elimination protocol!"
"Warning......"
So—
"They’re Golems!!!"
Faced with the horde of Golems surrounding them, Hulim understood why Charkin had called them the biggest trouble.
With such a massive number—all combat models, including quite a few High-Rank Combat Golems equivalent to Rank B—it was no wonder they were troubleso.
Even ordinary Rank B monsters would flee in terror from such a lineup......
"Tch!"
Charkin clicked his tongue.
"Just had to run into them!"
"Hulim, get back—don’t get caught in the crossfire! I’ll take care of them!"
"Got it!"
Hulim urged the trembling Shieldhorn Beast to move as far away from the Golems as possible.
anwhile, Charkin gripped his warhamr tightly and leaped high into the air.
"You scrap tal lumps—take this!!!"
Boom——!!!
Flas erupted, and mana fluctuations far stronger than before surged from Charkin’s body.
Under the force of his strike, a High-Rank Golem—fad for its durability—was reduced to shards.
"Warning! Level 5 Threat identified! Designated priority elimination target!"
"Warning! Level 5 Threat identified! Designated priority elimination target!"
"Warning......"
The power Charkin displayed imdiately made him the Golems’ top target.
In turn, Hulim was temporarily out of danger.
"Co on, scrap tal!"
Charkin slung his warhamr over his shoulder and shouted loudly.
Thud! Thud! Thud......
Responding to his provocation, the Golems charged at him at top speed.
Whoosh~~!
Charkin’s warhamr seed to burst into flas, emitting a golden-red glow.
"Break——!!!"
Boom! Boom! Boom......
After so ti,
the sound of explosions finally died down.
All the Golems had been reduced to debris, and the ruins lay in chaos.
"Charkin, are you okay?"
Seeing the battle end, Hulim called out from a distance.
"I’m fine—co over!"
Charkin shouted back, glancing in her direction.
But his expression suddenly changed.
"Hulim, get away from there quickly!!!"
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