I Became the Son of a Corrupt Lord, so I’ll Enjoy an Easy Life in Another World ~but Please Stop Revering Me as a “Saint”!~

Stage 4-11. Yueli Luludan

What she pulls out could be described as a sword without a blade.

Just a hilt with a guard—only the handle part exists.

“When you channel magic into it and swing it—”

A blade shoots out from the hilt, transforming it into a full sword.

“It’s a mechanism where the locked blade unfolds from inside. Compact and usable by anyone. And of course, the blade’s sharpness is guaranteed.”

With that, she stabs the sword into the low table.

The blade pierces through cleanly.

“For everyday use, how about this? When you channel magic, four blades spin automatically to create wind. It’s small, and the amount of magic affects it, so it doesn’t produce a very strong wind.”

Next, she shows me a magical tool resembling a handheld fan from my previous life.

It’s true that right now, it only produces a breeze, but if I channel more magic, it should be able to create a wind powerful enough to rival wind-based magic.

All of her ideas are interesting, and the quality seems solid.

Above all, it’s clear that she pours her heart into creating these tools.

“…So, there’s a reason you went out of your way to show me all this, right?”

“There are two reasons I wanted to show you this.”

She holds up one finger.

“First, a contract should be equal. I wanted you to see my work before deciding whether to hire me.”

Then, a second finger.

“Second, if we’re going to make a prosthetic, I wanted to show you that we can incorporate these kinds of gimmicks into it. I figured a boy your age would like that sort of thing.”

“…Heh. You’ve got a good eye.”

“I used to think about this stuff a lot when I was younger. I want to bring those ideas to life and share them with the world.”

After putting the sword away, she places the box of magical tools on the floor.

“Let me be clear. I’ve never made a prosthetic before. So, it’ll take a lot of fine-tuning, and it’ll cost you both money and time. I can’t do it without your cooperation.”

“Of course. Spend as much money and effort as you need. But I’d like it done as quickly as possible.”

“You’re a demanding one, aren’t you? Fine. Boy—if you’ve chosen me, I promise to give you the best prosthetic as a gift.”

Yueli extends her hand to me.

By shaking it, we’ll both agree to begin the prosthetic’s creation.

I look into her eyes.

They burn with intensity.

Her passion radiates through her gaze, communicating directly without the need for words.

“Yueli, can I ask you something?”

“Of course. I’d never say no to that.”

“Then… tell me, what’s the ultimate magical tool you aim to create?”

“One powerful enough to slay a demon dragon.”

The name she mentions surprises me.

Demon dragons are among the highest-ranking monsters, a flying terror that exists only in certain regions.

With magic being the only means to counter them, countless villages have reportedly been destroyed by their hands.

“My old man, you see, once used a magical tool to repel a demon dragon. That’s why he’s the representative of this city.”

A commoner driving back a demon dragon without using magic—that’s undoubtedly a monumental feat.

If such a tool exists, it makes sense why this city can thrive even with monsters nearby.

“So, I’m going to surpass my old man. Not just repel it—I’ll bring the demon dragon down to the ground. That’s the ultimate magical tool.”

The fire in her eyes grows even brighter as she declares this.

“…I see. Thanks for answering.”

It might be reckless to entrust this to a young, unknown mechanic with no affiliations.

But even the greatest masters started as novices with no achievements.

The only thing they had was an overflowing passion.

And right now, I sense that same potential in her.

So, the action I must take is clear.

“…You’re quite decisive for someone so young, boy.”

Looking at her hand, now firmly grasped in mine, Yueli laughs with genuine delight.