The High Elf and the Sword Princess (9)

In the second year after Kaeha left the royal capital to become an adventurer, I received a request from the Smiths' Guild to participate in a competition to select a sword to present to the king.

The result was third place; first and second went to dwarf smiths living in the royal capital.

Apparently, I had competed fairly closely with the second-place smith, but because the current king favored ornate decoration, my sword, which emphasized practicality, did not suit the purpose of the competition.

I wish they had told me that beforehand.

However, it seemed the Knight-Captain of the castle liked the sword I submitted and bought it, so I made a considerable amount of money. All's well that ends well.

However, as a result, more people started coming to ask me to forge swords for them.

Apparently, there were several elven adventurers in the royal capital, and after hearing rumors about me, they too began coming to ask my advice about their equipment.

At first, they came out of curiosity about what an elven smith was like, then saw my face, realized I was a high elf, and knelt.

But every elf who became an adventurer was an eccentric in one way or another, so once they understood that I did not expect such behavior, they all began treating me normally.

Little by little, I was gaining more acquaintances in the royal capital...