Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2037: Mold

After the dwarf uttered those words, everyone cast peculiar glances his way.

It appeared as if they longed to counter his idea, yet simultaneously, they found nothing solid to challenge it with.

In truth, this approach genuinely looked like it could succeed.

Having a template or blueprint would simplify ensuring the blades formed precisely as desired.

Still, the fix struck them as overly straightforward.

Something felt off about employing molds to shape items infused with divine energy.

Employing such a method with divine energy simply didn't sit well.

"It looks like we've got no superior alternative," I remarked gradually, pausing for reactions from the group. More precisely, I awaited just one voice to oppose the notion.

Yet, in the end, silence reigned from all.

Judging by their responses, the group appeared to endorse it, even if only provisionally.

Directing my attention to the proposing dwarf, I inquired, "Could you craft a mold for the blade?"

The dwarf held back his reply, his features twisting as though lost in profound contemplation.

Eventually, he declared, "Crafting a mold is feasible, but what sort do you envision?"

Hearing this, I couldn't suppress a skeptical arch of my eyebrow.

Noticing my reaction, the dwarf elaborated, "Various mold types exist. Some are full forms where we pour molten metal, allowing it to solidify into the intended design."

As he spoke, his forehead creased, and he appended, "However, products from this technique lack any spirit whatsoever and scarcely qualify as true arms."

The remaining dwarves inclined their heads in concurrence.

This embodied the unyielding honor they held as artisans, a stance they refused to compromise.

For those present who weren't artisans, their sentiments naturally diverged from the dwarves'.

Next, the dwarf proceeded, "Beyond that, we might fashion a mold solely for the blade's outline. It won't aid with depth or other details, yet it could at least guide your visualization of the blade's form."

Thereafter, the dwarf detailed various mold varieties possible. But truly, such elaboration proved unnecessary, as I'd already settled on the optimal mold type.

Frankly, from the outset, just one viable option existed.

"Simply produce the full mold; no reason to overcomplicate it," I stated once the dwarf concluded his mold descriptions.

Upon hearing my words, the dwarf's face fell dramatically.

He wasn't alone; the other dwarves mirrored his dismayed looks.

Evidently, not a single one favored adopting this mold variety.

Their artisans' fervor and dedication rebelled against resorting to it.

Observing their dismay, I responded steadily, "These are mere one-time tools we're forging. It's not like we're crafting an epic artifact."

The dwarves recognized the validity, yet acceptance eluded them.

They seemed eager to protest, but found no allies in the room.

After all, these divine energy blades primarily served to combat the Destruction forces. Designed to counter corruption energy, they'd typically shatter after use.

Thus, even aiming for excellence, destruction loomed inevitable.

While the dwarves could reconcile with that fate.

"Don't you believe that swordbearers would gain greater might from blades infused with true essence?"

With this plea, I realized the dwarves were scraping for any leverage to prevail.

By now, their desperation shone through in grasping at straws.

But this obstructed our objectives, forcing my hand to deploy the ultimate retort—one I'd rather avoid, though they left me little recourse.

"The armament's form holds little weight; against Destruction forces, only the divine energy's potency within counts."

Grim expressions clouded the dwarves' visages instantly.

Still, not one uttered a word, as refutation eluded them entirely.

It was an unassailable strike that silenced further debate.

I'd hesitated to wield this before, as it pierced the core of their artistry. It essentially dismantled the bedrock of their artisans' dignity.

Hence my reluctance to invoke it initially.

Yet, bereft of counterarguments, they relented and commenced labor.

More accurately, they plunged into the task to banish the troubling thoughts.

Leveraging their masterful abilities, the dwarves swiftly completed the mold.

Once finished, I grasped the mold and pondered the infusion process.

Ultimately, I instructed them to bore a channel at the mold's terminus for channeling in the divine energy.