Expecting to Fall into Ruin, I Aim to Become a Blacksmith

That was long ago.

Instead of Grandpa Moran not being Grandpa yet, he's in the middle of adolescence.

Moran, sixteen. A good man with delicate silver hair and prominent nose. A time when he was a descendant of a nobleman attending Elenoir School.

Serious about studying, always top grades. I always read books alone, creating a swordy atmosphere that I couldn't talk to at ease.

He was stiff in the head, took an attitude that looked down on people, looked angry, and still had a good face, so he was hot on women. I mean, that leads at the same time to the fact that the men hated you the most. That's why I didn't have any friends who looked like friends alone.

One day, I looked all the way at a place where he didn't even read a book he loved on holiday. Silver hair is soaked and a sharp gaze is directed at a single woman.

Moran youth, turn sixteen and learn about your first love.

I look at the woman with a rugged face, but inside he was thrilled.

The woman, who had been found, told her friends about her hot gaze from Moran and finally realized his presence. He was a face that could have been put on for some reason, so he ran away immediately. Nor did the hot gaze from Moran, which other women would be happy to jump, work for this woman at all.

The woman's name is Harp Helan. She deserved the name, had a beautiful voice, and had impressive red hair cut short and aligned. Always nicotine, somewhere fun, big eyes always shining with interest in something. I didn't like to mix with the group and I liked to act like I was on my own. I mean, she was an unusual person, too. Not sure if he was attracted there, but Moran definitely fell in love with her.

Thoughts accumulate day by day. Feelings that don't convey at all. My own legs that don't take action. Her with zero signs of turning around.

Moran had a ruthless day. The distance from her does not shrink.

Those days pass, but I see the relationships around the harp. Basically, she was wondering if she had any special close friends, but once every two days there was quite a place to head.

Moran followed her, aware of the backwardness of his actions. Once your heart is on fire, acting stupid is a common disease all the time.

Where she was going, it was an underground warehouse where old books were collected. It's a dusty place with rarely read books in the library. It was just a book in an area that even the reader Moran couldn't get his hands on.

"When you come! When the harp comes! Come on, sit down!

There is a man who lit a candle in a warehouse and was reading a book beside it. It was this man Harp was seeing.

I know the person, and of course Moran. Same grade, same class of guy. There was no way I didn't know.

Name, called Petal, always at the end of the story, be! put on, this was another unusual man. Skinny body, small back length, large nose and big mouth on saggy eyes. He was a hard man to say beautiful men in flattery.

That's how Petal and Harp relate!? Moran felt like the ground he trampled on collapsed. Oh, my God, this guy named Petal, the freak Moran, is super freak enough to admit it.

When!?

Moran cursed his inability to act. Wouldn't it have been yours if we had acted faster? I repented. And it leads to anger.

I stuck it in my anger where the two of them were talking friendly.

The surprise that struck both of us was daunting. A school celebrity Moran burst into the underground library where no one was supposed to come. I can't even tell you what's going on.

Three people saw their faces, and that's what triggered it. From there, it didn't take long for these three rascals to get along. More importantly, knowing that Petal and Harp were not in the company of men and women, Moran grabbed Petal in favor as soon as possible.

"Then what? What are you two always doing in an underground warehouse like this?

To Moran's question one day, both Harp and Petal looked at each other and hesitated to answer. The way it looks irritates Moran again. I was intensely jealous that I shared a secret I didn't know.

They were two people who gradually understood Moran's shortness of heart, so they decided to share their secrets with him as well, as a token of being friends.

"Harp Helan. As my family name suggests, my home is in Helan territory."

"Oh, that neighborhood nobleman. I've heard of it."

"How rude of the border. Well, it's a fact. But it's a great place. Natural and above all beautiful flowers. Playing in the flower garden, what luxury, you can't taste it in Wang Du, can you?

"Huh. I'm not saying it's such a luxury. Luxury means jewelry, precious metals."

"I don't know."

"If we don't both know! Luxury is what books are all about!

Each of the three lords had luxury.

More than that, Moran keeps his hot gaze on Harp as he tries to move on. I'm also interested in the content of the story, but I'm still more interested in her. Next door, Petal kept reading the book like he knew or didn't know what it was like to leave me out of it.

"Let's do that argument again. In the meantime, about Petal and what I'm researching. It all begins with the Heran family."

"Legend? Huh, something like that in these days?

Moran made a slight fool of her. You look down on people. Besides, he was good at logical thinking, and he didn't like old legends such as legends. Something is vague, unclear, I don't care about that.

But Moran's unpleasant attitude didn't bother Harp, who was dull with others' feelings either.

"Yeah, an ancient legend. Dead grandma took care of it, something I've been telling you since I was a kid."

"What kind of stuff?

Harp takes a deep breath once. It's an important story, so I didn't want to start talking casually. Moran is a dear friend. So talk. That's it.

"Helanese territory used to be called a cursed land hundreds of years ago. Whereas people can't live, neither do grass trees grow. This land is so sweet that no one can step into the land and return safely. It was the territory of the country of Kudan, but no one in the aristocracy wants it..."

Moran asked seriously. Because Harp's face was serious in itself.

She's always been so serious with a fuzzy vibe somewhere. The feeling of making fun of me was gone already.

"It was the beginning of all that a nobleman was ordered to move to such a land"

Involved in a power struggle in the royal castle, he was pursued by the king's capital. And the land that was similarly given harassment was now Helanese territory. Make this man the ancestor of Harp, and at the same time the ancestor of Kurli. This is Helan, the first lord of Helan territory.

♦ This was hundreds more years ago ◆

Past family names were lost. We are going to live as just one individual, Helan, in a new land.

A man named Helan, he had brightly colored red red hair, slender but powerful, and had the ability not to know the disease. And most importantly, it was a young man who looked great smiling. He talked casually to anyone and loved to laugh. It is a large aristocratic family and goes out to the popular tavern. If anyone was in trouble, I showed myself up and helped them regardless of their identity. He was loved by many, but his awareness of drawing the blood of a great nobleman was faint.

Helan was not interested in power or money. The only thing that got me involved in the power struggle was a real overlap of bad luck. Unwilling to fight, he will accept everything as it is done but will be plundered into a cursed land for good in the future. But he did not consider himself unlucky to have been flown into a cursed land. I originally liked dirt bullying. I was born in an aristocratic house and had no other place in the king's capital because of inconvenience and talent, but I was finally able to live my life, even so happy.

To a land without man or grass, just one. He was alive every day, even for the treatment that amounted to a banishment.

Spend the night in a natural cave and plant grass on the land when it brightens. Always alone, forget to rest and just keep working. The days of eating and not eating continue. His body was done, his appearance, which was a beautiful man, burned and blackened in the day, with no shadow of his past already. He showed no interest in that, and he continued to fight the cursed land by himself.

Grass doesn't grow......

A year later, it was the conclusion he drew. You can't just do that and not grow up. So he finally realized that the land was a cursed land in its true sense. As soon as he did, an enormous amount of fear struck him, but neither his heart nor his aspirations bent. Just try something new again.

... Five years have passed.

No results. The barren land remains barren. Whether the world changed or not, nothing changed but this land. But there was a change around Helan. Helan was no longer alone in this land. A total of thirty. We all got to the land for a lot of reasons. Helan did not pry into such things as the circumstances of each and every one of them. Those who came did not refuse, but shared little food and survived with each other.

We all felt thankful for him and liked his humanity. There were others who were going, but others decided to stick with Helan. An aspiration is to transform this cursed land into a rich land inhabitable by man.

At one point, Helan summoned everyone in the land. I thought you wanted to talk about something important.

"Guys, I've overlooked things for a long time, but there's something wrong with the magic flow in this land. The magic that flows through nature, that's what makes this land crazy. That's not just crazy, either. Something like being deliberately insane...... Exactly, even a cursed land"

Even if you find that out...... Isn't that just deeper hopelessness? Some thought so.

"From now on, I will examine every inch of this cursed land. I look around all the way to the depths I've been estranged from. And uncover the whole story of this crazy magic stream"

"What do you do when you reveal it?" Someone asked.

"Of course, get it back to normal. So this land should be free from the curse."

"But how?

"I was fortunate to have been blessed with magical talent. I promise I'll knit out the magic that will break the curse. My talent wasn't given for this… it even seems so now"

"I can't believe you just did something so massive to correct the magic flow in nature."

Something magically comprehensible pointed out that part that bothered me.

"I don't think it's going to be all right. But that's my dream--"

I didn't need to talk any more. It was decided to abandon the living area that was now critical and explore the depths of the cursed land.

We all agreed on that and all hoped to join the way. Helan's dream had become a dream for everyone. Everyone is attracted to his dazzling smile. His red hair becomes a sign to everyone. No matter how far away you go, you won't lose sight of that red hair......

The journey was more demanding than expected. It is an invisible journey with no end point and is not guaranteed to be fruitful. Still, no one escaped, no one complained later about this reckless journey.

But the spectacular environment sheds one comrade and another. From the weak, one after the other.

Three years later, I finally saw the full extent of the strange magical currents flowing through the land of Helan. And I also found out where it was the source of that magic.

Later, it was a place called the Marsh of the Helanese Curse. Only thirteen people arrived there. More than half had been lost.

"It was long ago, when there was another country in this land of Kudan. I have heard that a man called Wise Man ended up in this land after he ran off. At that time, there was an old legend that I scattered while singing the song of the curse, but I didn't know it was true."

Said someone familiar with history. That's the fact, the swamp was proving it. A vortex of magic overflowing from the bottom of the swamp is offending the land. A wise man sleeping at the bottom continues to sing the song of the curse even though he is dead, and continues to make this land a cursed land. Everyone feared for so much power and resentment. But the land was also hope. If we cure this place, will the cursed land return to its original appearance?

The land, close to the vortex, was more naturally blessed than the wonders and elsewhere. Even with the eyes of the typhoon, this place, where the curse seemed the strongest, was the least affected by the curse.

The thirteen survivors will be based here, breaking the curse. This is where their beliefs restarted.

Ten years went by and the magic was finally completed.

A child was born, plus comrades, bringing the total to more than fifty. Helan enters his final battle against the curse.

"Guys, listen up. Put an end to the curse on this land. Finally, the magic is done."

Even if I didn't tell everyone now, it was something we all knew. Over the years, that was all we had in mind, and thanks to long research, everyone had become magic specialists.

The more we all knew about the details, the more we knew. But they all have dark faces. Finally, we should finally be able to beat the curse of the memorial......

"Guys, you know this too, but to the curse, you never win completely. It is not within my power. I give this life. But you still have 300 years? This magic has to be handed over to the descendants in 300 years. I'm sorry to bother my offspring, but that's the only way. Three hundred years later, the curse will come back to life. But then again, a man with the same lineage of magic as me should also be born to my descendants. At that time, rewind this swirl of curses. The children's lives will also be lost, but by then the curse will finally be utterly defeated"

No one had any thoughts on the descendants of Helan 300 years later. Guys, it was harder than that for 300 years of peace to lose Helan's life, which was a symbol of hope for all before this eye. We all understand that we cannot win the curse even temporarily if we do not give our lives. Even if you understand, you can't contain your emotions. Helan was their hope, and with him they all followed us this far.

Where the land of peace has returned, without him, such a world would......

But the conclusions had already been drawn. Helan's choice to give up his life would call for a lot of happiness, and he himself is unwilling to back down. I'm not even talking about a level where someone can do it instead. Only the ultimate magic, the crystal of his talent and effort, can make it.

The day before the showdown, Helan headed to the swamp early in the morning alone.

It was a decision we made the next day before everyone watched, but he has a hard time parting, too. I didn't tell anyone, and shook that iconic red hair and headed to the swamp alone. Quietly stare at the swamp.

Everyone saw the red hair and followed. Always seeing that red hair cheered me up. But Helan's life was lost that day. In the early morning, when everyone would sleep quietly, he exercised his ultimate magic.

The swirl of curse stops, and Helan's swirl of magic rewinds the swirl of curse. When it was all rewound, the dryness that was in the land healed, and the flowers bloomed around the swamp. It rained heavily for a month, and flowers, and grass, and rivers formed, and less than a month after Helan was gone, and the land of the curse was turned into a land of grace.

The surviving comrades named Heran in the land, and the son of Heran reigned in the land as a second-generation lord. I put the magic produced by Helan into five magic books and tried to tell my descendants from generation to generation to beat the curse that would resurrect 300 years later.

“Three hundred years from now, the person who drew Helan's blood will wipe out the swirl of curse completely. The man will have the magical nature of a vortex and will also be blessed with a magical genius of sorts. If you will, be someone like Helan with red hair.”

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"That's it. The final line was a particularly important one, and my grandmother told me so many times."

Moran, who was completely listening to the story, lost his word.

I can't believe there was such a history that I didn't know. It's an incredible story, and it was a lot of shock.

"Talk about that...... why do you do it alone? If that's so important, we can make a bigger announcement and get everyone to help us."

Moran's opinion is good.

"This is how I work with Petal because I can't do that. Clarify your old books."

"Hmm? Why can't I? It is largely in Helanese territory that we should speak up and tell everyone."

It was a statement because I didn't know the hardships they had followed, but from what I had been struggling with, it was an ill-fated line to come.

From there Moran took a week to hear more detailed explanations.

"There's a lot going on in the Helanese territory over the last few hundred years, and there's not enough people who honestly care about this issue because old history books have been lost and legends have been weathered. Even if Grandma told everyone about it again at the time of her death, they were all flushing it out as old man crap. My parents, my brothers all...... So you just have to work hard with me and Petal."

"Why is Petal cooperating?

"That's because I'm interested! And when you're with Harp, it's fun!

"Phew, I'll have fun with Petal too"

It's what you two interact with like that, so Moran's jealousy catches on a fierce fire and he talks about the extras.

"Hmm, it's decided to be such a lie. Anyway, I'm just making such anecdotes in the land of the borderlands where there's nothing to look at..."

"You say too much..."

……

It took a month for Moran to get Harp to forgive me.

Moran liked Harp, and gradually, knowing how to face her sincerely, he looked into the history books as seriously as he could to help. The days the three of us spent together were fun, and there was progress with you.

"Now there are four magic books... I can't find another book at heart."

"Yeah. Until the fourth book, the goal is to feed the basics, and five volumes of ultimate magic are described. Uh, why can't you find it?"

"There will be no panic. I'm sure I'll find it. Because it's an important five volumes, it's just getting strict. I just can't find it forgotten!

"That won't cut it. One more year of student life, let's do what we can."

Around this time, Harp was gradually becoming attracted to the kindness at the bottom of Moran and his serious demeanor. Petal had guessed how those two felt, but he just watched gently.

"Nevertheless, I wonder if it's kind of marginal to say that the hair color of the first generation of Master Helan and Harp go hand in hand. Harp also has beautiful red hair. Maybe Harp is the offspring of that prophecy?

"It's not me. Sixty years from now, and I don't have magical talent like the first Helan. The only reason I had red hair... if that makes any sense, is to leave faded rhetoric for future generations"

And I need to find the magic book.

"Yeah!"

The three youth were thus used for the future of Helan. Still, it was fun with the three of us, and there was definite happiness there.

The debacle occurred in the last year of the student.

His talents were growing, combined with Moran's original excellence and knowledge of the magic books he had read in Helan. And I'm going to get a job after graduation, but I've decided to royal castle. That's not just a post either. He had enough birth routes to target even the future prime minister's position.

Harp is to return to the land of Helan after graduation. Petal also decided to follow her. Moran had decided to go with them… he had decided, but the chair provided was too attractive. His heart tremendously shakes, and he chooses the path he will regret later.

Moran chose his birth course at the Royal Castle. of this country, may gain second place to the king. The young man was selflessly obsessed with it. Original talent and his bloody efforts ripped the competition apart.

It was that harsh, but the days of smooth sailing passed, and at one point, an old friend sent me a letter.

It was from Petal.

I fell in love with Harp a few years ago. Now, the feeling was already faint, but the feeling was still definitely there. So I had decided to pick her up when I became prime minister myself. At the same time, I missed my friend Petal. So when the letter came, he was heartily pleased.

The contents of the letter mostly miss my friend, and Moran was happy to read it. But there was something about it that bothered me at the end. Harp was not feeling well. When I saw Moran's face, he might get better, so I also had a request for him to come to Helan territory.

Moran felt like flying away.

But he didn't go. There was a promotion exam coming up. In order to be prime minister, I couldn't let the exams go away. In the end Moran took the exam rather than going to Helan.

Exams are, of course, the highest grades, and now we will be at the head of the birth course again. The hands-on party from the powerful took place day after night. I cared about the connections. He spared no time to join them while he slept.

Moran's life was smooth and full of sails. No one doubted being the youngest prime minister in history.

... That's when I got another letter from Petal.

Harp is not feeling well. It was a rush to get here. It was like a begging sentence.

The exam was over, so if you want to go, you can go.

Later, however, a certain big nobleman has invited me to come to his daughter's birthday party. If you go to this, you get a big back shield. The prime minister is already in his hands. I was getting to that point.

... Moran chose to attend the birthday party of his daughter, whose face he didn't even know, rather than go to Helan territory again.

In fact, Moran thought the choice was the right one, and above all, he felt better. Wherever he is, he is treated special. If you're in Helanese territory, you can always go. Really whenever......

Half a month later, a letter came from Petal again. Moran opened the letter with some depression. Because I assumed it was about coming to Helan territory again anyway.

But the letter contained facts far beyond his imagination.

Harp left the world, he said. He kept calling about Moran at the end, he said. But his life returned to heaven carelessly without such a wish.

Harp's carelessness from the letter, Petal's anger, and sorrow are transmitted with a hint. Moran was no longer able to stand on the spot. My knees are bent and my hips fall out.

My head had stopped already. It wasn't just the head, the whole body was stopped. For a moment, Moran was attacked by a feeling like he was dead. The letter ended with a farewell from Petal.

Moran lost only one letter and two of his lifelong friends.

So I finally realize my stupidity.

I was wondering if the path I chose was worth nothing. No, it's not like it's not worth it. But it's too small compared to what I lost. equal to nothing.

If I had gone to Helan territory, I would have seen Harp at first sight at the end. I might have been last seen with that glowing smile. Sometimes she might have been miraculously helpful. But I blocked that path myself.

Moran lost everything that day.

I don't care about the birth anymore, the prime minister's status, the money, everything.

Abandoned everything and left the King's Capital. With an empty heart, I embarked on a journey without destination. Travel alone.

Leaving Wang capital, I don't know how many months have passed. One time, I saw a circle of flowers blooming. Why, the flowers seemed so beautiful. I haven't felt anything in a long time, but I was in the dark..., and Moran was surprised that his heart felt that way. Looking at it for a while, I found that there were flowers nearby as well. Walk forward looking at the flowers.

... there was a beautiful flower garden spreading ahead as if to brightly colour Moran's heart, which had long been colourless. All flowers on one side of the hill. It's a flower grown naturally. Red, blue, green, yellow. It's blooming to the illusion that there might be infinite flowers.

When Moran noticed, he sincerely liked the land. The end of the journey is fine here...... I was tired of the long journey.

There happened to be a pedestrian passing there, and he heard the name of the land.

"Right here? Helanese territory..."

This is Helanese territory...... Moran's tears flowed naturally. It's a strange tour. If there was such a beautiful land, I regretted that it should have come sooner. And it reminds me of a nostalgic friend. Reminds me of people I think of.

I remember what she was worried about. Her thoughts on preserving this beautiful Helanese territory.

Moran decided on this day to go on with his second life.

I decided to defend the wishes of my beloved, the peace of the land that he wished for, that he was no longer there. I don't think you can forgive me now. But I finally found a way to live my life that I was comfortable with.

Moran then took advantage of his previous talent to get a job as the library number for the Helan family mansion.

For more than a decade since then, he has devoted himself to the study to defeat the curse that would come later, no, surely should come.