My Quiet Blacksmith Life in Another World: Volume 1

by Tamamaru

do you remember saving a stray cat?” “Yes, of course. I love cats.” That’s right. Although I was over forty and my looks regularly attracted police attention,

All of that rambling boiled down to one simple statement: I love cats.

“Well, I like making scale models and working with my hands in my time off, so I’d like to live in a place—preferably alone—where I can create things for a living. I’d like a compatible skill set for that life. And as I said before, I like cats, so if I could have a quiet life with a cat as a companion, I’d have no complaints.”

Hunger is the best seasoning after all,

I’d heard that arrows used in battle were fixed with wax, so the shaft could be easily detached from the head. When an enemy tried to remove an arrow from their body, the shaft would pop out of the socket and leave the arrowhead still embedded in their flesh.

But working on a precious day off was the modus operandi of a workaholic.

What’d surprised me more than anything was that he had multiple wives. Had blacksmithing always been such a glamorous profession?

Armed with a sword forged by the elusive blacksmith, the youth went on to challenge the Demon Queen, no longer as a mere boy, but as a hero.

His works were scattered throughout the world, all bearing his sigil: the relief of the sitting fat cat.