Chapter 01
The sun poured down brightly, and on a day when a gentle breeze softly tickled my cheeks,
I dragged a sword as big as my body through the middle of the marketplace and stood there, looking around at the busy crowd.
“Hm, perfect weather.”
Perfect weather for disrupting business.
I rubbed my sweaty palms together—hands damp from dragging the massive sword—and smiled wickedly.
And then—
Thud—!
I plopped down right in the middle of the marketplace and took out a bundle of radishes I had prepared in advance, placing them on the ground.
The merchants who had set up their stalls looked at me with familiar expressions.
In particular, Uncle Alan, who sold handmade swords right next to me, seemed very pleased to see me.
“Hey, Eve! You’re here for ‘that’ again today, huh? That thing?”
Yes, yes, Uncle. I’m here for ‘that’ again.
I lazily nodded as if it were a hassle and looked around at the passing crowd with sparkling eyes.
The people who came to the market seemed extremely curious about the sword I had brought with me.
Well, it made sense. A kid who looked about seven or eight was sitting on the market ground holding a sword as big as her entire body—of course they’d be curious.
At that moment, an elderly couple approached—an old lady wearing a shawl made of quite expensive fabric, and an old gentleman who seemed to be her husband.
“Child, are you selling that?”
They seemed to think I had come all this way carrying the sword just to sell it.
I smiled brightly and answered.
“No! I’m not selling it!”
“Then why did you bring it here?”
I’ll show you right now.
I lifted the sword up.
“……!”
As I raised the massive sword, the elderly couple’s eyes widened.
It was only natural they were surprised—after all, a child was lifting what clearly looked like a very heavy sword with ease.
But there was a secret.
This magnificent Excalibur had a mysterious ability to change its weight according to the strength of its user, which was why even an eight-year-old like me could lift it so easily.
‘Hmph, of course. It was made by the greatest master in the world.’
Proud of my father’s incredible craftsmanship, I stroked the sword a few times in my mind.
It was far too large and dangerous for a child to handle normally, but I had been using swords for a long time, so I knew how to handle it safely.
“Waaah!!”
As I lifted the sword high, cheers erupted from the crowd gathered around me.
They must have thought I was putting on some kind of strongman performance with a sword bigger than myself.
Hahaha, but the real show starts now!
I raised the magnificent sword high, then swung it down toward the radish with all my strength in a “pretend” strike.
“……!”
Amid the crowd’s anticipation and cheers, the tip of the sword stopped just before touching the radish.
And I—
“…Eek.”
As if I couldn’t cut it properly, I wiggled the sword back and forth in a cutting “act,” then lightly tapped my own head cutely with my fist.
“How strange~. This is the sword made by the world’s greatest weapon craftsman, Mr. Roiz, so why can’t it even cut a simple radish~?”
“……”
And subtly, I etched into everyone’s minds that this sword—despite actually being excellent—was useless, and that it was made by “Mr. Roiz.”
Seeing a sword that looked like it could slice through dragon scales fail to cut even a single radish, the crowd stared at me with baffled expressions.
To make it even more convincing, I shouted again loudly.
“Mr. Roiz!! There’s no way the sword he made would be defective~! So why can’t it cut even a radish?”
“……”
“A mere radish!!”
“…Let’s go. A sword that can’t even cut radish? Must be a toy for kids.”
“It looks normal enough though… Let’s go. You said that kid mentioned Mr. Roiz, right? We shouldn’t buy swords from him… Tsk.”
The crowd that had gathered like a cloud quickly scattered.
Left alone in the middle of the marketplace, I clenched my fists tightly.
‘Good. Just as planned.’
At least now those people wouldn’t buy swords from Mr. Roiz. And if they spread the rumor…
Hehe, my dad will become unemployed!
I smiled wickedly and carefully picked up my Excalibur and the uncut radish.
Uncle Alan, who sold swords next to me, gave me a thumbs-up, saying I’d worked hard today.
He was selling swords to the elderly couple I had just entertained.
‘Hmph, it’s not like I’m doing this for your sake, Uncle.’
I stuck my tongue out at him and left the marketplace with a cheerful step.
Sorry, Dad—
But today, I successfully ruined your business again!
My name is Eve Roiz.
But I wasn’t born as a daughter who ruins her father’s business from the start.
I only began truly destroying my dad’s business about half a year ago.
It was after I realized that this world I was born into was actually a fantasy novel I had read in my previous life.
I still remember that day clearly.
The day heroes in silver armor came to our house, breaking through heavy pouring rain!
“We would like to request a sword from Mr. Roiz.”
The moment I heard those words, I realized this was a fantasy novel world—and that my dad was an extra who died pathetically in it.
And then I fainted.
“Eve!!”
My last memory was of my dad, frantically catching me as I collapsed.
‘No… this can’t be real.’
My dad… a background extra who dies the most meaningless death in the novel?
He was actually a fairly important extra.
But so what!
That “importance” was just the role of someone who dies from overwork!
My dad’s role in the story was that of a weapon craftsman who makes swords for the hero’s party and dies from overwork.
The greatest weapon craftsman in this novel, “Neil Roiz.”
Neil Roiz receives a request from the hero’s party and makes seven swords to defeat a dragon, plus seven backup swords—for a total of fourteen swords—and dies from overwork.
Part of the reason he dies is because those inconsiderate heroes even ordered backup swords, but the real cause was something else.
The iron ore he used to forge swords drained the life force of the blacksmith.
Of course, Neil Roiz in the novel didn’t know this.
So he foolishly made fourteen swords at once and died.
And that fool… is my father.
After learning this, I lay in bed acting like I was dying, then suddenly sprang up and shouted:
“Argh, I absolutely cannot accept that!!”
“E-Eve? Are you sick?”
This man!
Even if he’s a little foolish! And only cares about his daughter and weapons! He’s still the world’s greatest weapon craftsman—and my dad!
I could not let him die such a meaningless death.
These damn heroes—what do you mean, even backup swords? Don’t plan on switching weapons mid-fight so cheaply—if your sword breaks, you should die together with your fate!
As I fumed, my dad quickly brought a warm glass of milk and placed it in front of me.
“My daughter, drink this and calm down. Huh? Why are you suddenly like this….”
Ignoring his worried voice, I gulped down the milk.
Bang—!
Then I slammed the cup down onto the side table with all my strength and turned to look straight at my dad.
