I'm The Only Granddaughter Of The Strongest Duke
Ch. 6

My dad trembled, his mouth clenched, and his face burning red from happiness.

Startled, I let go of his sleeve and took a step back.

‘This weapon maniac…’

I couldn’t believe he smiled in this situation.

Even if you’re my dad….you’re really too much.

I tried to distance myself from my dad and observed the situation.

Buzz, buzz!!

At that time, the sword vibrated again. Excalibur began to talk.

[Are you feeling sad? I’m sure you feel bad that I’m a sword who chooses its own master. I can hear and see your heart inside out, little boy.]

“Haha, you can even see through people's minds.”

The boy shot back as he slowly swept the blade with his calloused hand.

Umm, I guess you really want it?

The way he swept Excalibur was so cautious.

I’m sorry, but never in a million years!

I took the chance to glare at him while he wasn’t looking.

“Let’s make another deal.”

The prince swung the sword lightly before turning toward my dad.

‘Gasp!’

I stopped glaring at him and looked at him as tenderly as possible.

“A sword that chooses its master will be nothing but a piece of metal scrap in my hands.”

He gave Excalibur back to me. In a daze, I received the sword from the prince.

[Hey, brat! Were you really going to hand me to that kid?]

Yeah, of course.

I answered him inwardly without any hesitation. That goes without saying since our life is more important than a talking sword.

Looking at the situation, it seemed like he had spared my life ....so I held the chatty sword very tight in my arms and hid behind my dad.

“Make me an Ego Sword. A sword who chooses its master.”

“...The smelting process is complex. I need a lot of materials. Also the time it takes…”

“You just need to get it done before I’m of age. I’ll get you the materials. I’ll get you a workshop in the capital. You can use the palace if you want.”

My dad didn’t say anything for a while, so I looked up at him.

Well, it took him seven years to make Excalibur.

From the year I was born, my dad started working to create the coolest sword in the world for me. And so, Excalibur was finally finished after seven years.

It took a whole seven years of hard work, so making it wouldn’t be as simple as saying it….

[You think that’s all it takes to create me?!!]

The sword kept buzzing and throwing a fit. Ignoring the sword yapping, I looked at my dad.

My dad seemed to be deep in thought.

“I’m…”

It wasn’t strange that he’d deliberated so much.

Ego Sword.

Not many people had the ability to create a sword imbued with ego. Moreover, an Ego Sword wasn’t something you could make just because you wanted it.

The Ego Sword that I held was something that only a skilled weapon master could create once in his lifetime.

“I, too, wasn’t aware that it was such a great sword until recently.”

No, but why did my dad give me such a great sword in the first place?

It was rumored that if an Ego Sword met the best knight, they could even take down the legendary dragon.

It was really a huge loss to have it fall into the hands of a seven-year-old!!!!

But my dad seemed to think differently, so he looked down at me and placed his warm hand over my head. His glasses were slightly tilted.

“Even if I spend seven or ten years working on it, I don’t think I can make an Ego Sword.”

“Do it first. You can worry about that later.”

Huh, look at this brat.

At that time, a brown-haired man standing behind the prince stepped up and said.

“I’ll pay you as much as you want.”

My eyes glistened upon hearing the word ‘pay’.

You’re paying as much as we want?

I folded my fingers to count how much money was needed so I could only play and eat for the rest of my life.

After realizing that I had transmigrated into a novel, I was able to use my fully developed adult brain to some extent, but I still needed to count with fingers because I was weak in counting.

The reason my dad died in the novel was because his life force dried out after making fourteen swords for the hero’s party.

‘Ego Sword is only one sword, right?’

A single sword wouldn’t absorb my dad’s life force that much….

Alright, I’m done calculating.

No matter what the result of my calculation, it was important to accept the prince’s offer for now.

You just need to make one sword, and we can play and eat for the rest of our lives, Dad!!

That way, my dad wouldn’t bother to accept the request from the Hero Warrior Party, and I could live happily ever after with my dad!

I looked up at the brown-haired man with a gaze that asked how much he would give me.

But the prince butting in as if replaceing it annoying.

“Two million gold. I’ll pay in advance.”

“.....!”

“I’ll pay more when it is done well.”

“Please sit here, Your Highness.”

I quickly ran to the table and gently pulled out the chair for him.

The amount was too big to refuse.

Capitalism mode on. I cleared away the tea cups that were scattered on the table and led him to the chair.

“Please sit here!”

“What a slick little brat.”

Well, I can’t keep a noble figure standing, right?

“Dad, what’re you doing?! Hurry, heat up the milk!”

“Huh? Ah, yeah, sweetie!”

At my words, Dad rushed to heat the milk and bring it over.

“Don’t bother. Let’s end this conversation here.”

When he said that, I snatched the glass from my dad’s hand and put it in the sink.

“I’ll set up a workshop for you in the capital. As I said earlier, you can stay in the palace if you want.”

“I’m comfortable working in my workshop…”

“I can’t come all the way here every single time.”

The prince tilted his head as if he was annoyed, so me and my dad nodded in unison.

Of course! Our precious customer can’t visit this shabby place every time.

[Good grief. Humans are really crazy about money….]

‘Shut up.’

After a few casual banter with my dad, they stood up and bid farewell to us.

A red-haired man gave me candies while saying that a letter and carriage from the palace would come soon.

I saw them off while chewing the candies that he gave me.

“Sweetie.”

“Yeah?”

“Is the candy tasty?”

“Of course, yeah.”

I glanced at my dad, wondering why he asked such an obvious thing.

Candies were more valuable than gold in this village. Even the rich kids couldn’t get candies easily.

While I was busy chewing the candies, my dad poked my cheek and asked.

“Sweetie, if we go to the capital…you should dye your hair.”

“Dye my hair?”

Now, why do I need to dye my hair all of a sudden?

So I glanced down at my hair.

I used to be envied in this rural village because of my glamorous blonde hair that was unbefitting of a commoner girl.

‘I heard my mom also has blonde hair like me.’

Blonde, silver and some other distinctive hair colors were exclusive to nobles, so I knew where my dad was coming from.

“It’s because there are a lot of nobles in the capital, right? You’re worried that the nobles will pick on me because of my hair.”

“Um, yeah…but we don’t need to go if our Eve didn’t want to go.”

“Then I won’t go.”

My mom died because she gave birth to me, so I never saw her face. Still, I liked my golden hair, which people said resembled my mom’s. I could imagine my mom’s face as I fiddled with my hair.

When I shook my head, my dad pinched my cheek lightly and said.

“Okay, sweetie. You don’t need to dye your hair. Eat some candies and brush your teeth!”

“Ah, okay, Dad.’

I smiled and rubbed my cheek on his palm.

“By the way, Eve,”

“Yes?”

“Didn’t you say you could hear the sword’s voice? Are you serious?”