Let’s Play Minecraft in a World of Swords and Spells Chapter 245: Volume 6 - 23: Hiding The Truth

Within the expansive workshop, the assembled elders, clad in uniform attire, formed two solemn rows, their piercing gazes ensnaring us.

The Dwarf King, towering above, fixed his imposing gaze upon me and Tanaya, his presence radiating a majestic aura that made direct eye contact a challenge. An instinctual urge to bow arose within me.

So, this is royalty.

Despite the inner storm, a surprising calm settled over me, and I refrained from kneeling – perhaps a testament to my prior encounters with grand ceremonies.

The situation has become complex. Should I create a disturbance now? Or is there a path to navigate through this perilous predicament?

Oh, Chuck, what kind of predicament have you dragged me into?

"We are not some foreign clan, and as for our identities, old man, why don’t you venture a guess?" I quipped with a cold, sarcastic laugh.

Fortuitously, my stature rivals that of a dwarf, allowing me to stall for time and react to unfolding circumstances.

A tense standoff commenced.

My dismissive tone elicited gasps of astonishment from the surrounding elders.

"Do you comprehend who stands before you?" The Dwarf King's eyebrow arched, his voice, already frigid, now laced with an even colder, more menacing edge.

"Dwarf King Gur, your renown precedes you; it would be impossible not to recognize you." I pressed on, my thoughts racing.

Fortunately, I possess the [Status Detection] cheat, granting me prior knowledge of individuals' names!

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, a flicker of surprise crossed the Dwarf King's stern visage. "Sinner, how did you discern my identity? Is this an ability surpassing [High Appraisal]?"

"Father, how could he possibly not recognize you? They are the progeny of your twin brother, my uncle! They are of our royal bloodline! Regardless of what secret methods you employ to conceal your identity, he can undoubtedly ascertain who you are!"

What in the blazes!? Offspring of a twin brother!?

What the hell, Chuck!? You kept silent about all of this! Even if you desired my cooperation, at the very least, inform me about my supposed lineage first!

"Perhaps, or this outsider might be an ally you've secured! John's offspring? How could you fabricate such a falsehood? Chuck, your deception has deeply disappointed me!" The Dwarf King pivoted, directing an irate glare towards Chuck.

"Walson, prove your lineage to Father, demonstrate that you are indeed of our royal blood! Showcase your unique [Metalforge Manipulation] ability!" Chuck implored loudly, momentarily breaking free from his bonds, only to be swiftly restrained by the vigilant guards.

"Precisely my intention, but I question whether this haughty monarch will permit such a demonstration," I retorted with a frosty smile. "Though I now grasp why my father remained reticent about his elder brother."

As I spoke, I inwardly seethed with curses.

Were it not for my previous profession, which frequently demanded such audacious acts of bluffing, I would have been exposed by now!

Quickly, I marshaled the information gleaned from our recent exchange within my mind.

Chuck asserted that Tanaya and I were the offspring of the Dwarf King's twin brother, fully aware of our origins from beyond, yet he still concocted this fabrication. This implies an exploitable advantage within this deception.

That supposed twin brother—I surmise he is one of the rare [Noble Dwarf] who ventured beyond and has long been missing. Otherwise, Chuck would not have fabricated such a narrative for me to uphold. Therefore, should I proceed with this bluff?

This is an immense gamble! Even if successful, subsequent repercussions will be substantial!

"To accuse me of arrogance? How utterly amusing. In that case, I shall grant you an opportunity to prove yourself, sinner." The Dwarf King sneered.

Excellent, my provocation has succeeded!

I executed a turn and proceeded towards the dwarven forge, drawing the attention of all present—the very location housing the [Storage Box] and [Workbench].

Opening the [Storage Box], I retrieved two dull, yellowish-brown metal ingots, presenting them ostentatiously before the assembled dwarves.

"There is no need for elaboration; as [Noble Dwarf], you should all recognize the metal I hold." I declared.

The elders' expressions, initially laced with disdain, underwent a discernible shift upon witnessing the metal ingots I presented.

The Dwarf King, whose countenance had alternated between anger and mockery, now adopted an exceedingly sharp and solemn demeanor. Chuck's eyes widened in astonishment as he observed, seemingly etching the unfolding events into his memory.

Now, the performance begins.

I placed the two Orihalcum steel ingots upon the workbench and procured a wooden stick from the storage container.

Orihalcum steel, known throughout this realm as the ultimate material of hardness, is deemed unworkable. Even across the millennia-long chronicle of the Noble Dwarf lineage, no individual has ever succeeded in manipulating Orihalcum steel through Metalforge Manipulation.

This was merely a legend.

However, today, I shall transmute that which exists solely in the realm of legends into tangible reality.

Adhering to the Minecraft crafting formula, the combination of two metal ingots and a stick yields a metal sword. Yet, today, I am employing Orihalcum steel.

Gripping the wooden stick within my left hand, I positioned it above the workbench. My right hand then traced a path down its length, initiating the synthesis process with this simple motion.

Under the influence of an unseen force, the two metal ingots softened into a molten state. This liquid metal enveloped the stick, taking shape and solidifying around it.

"With just this, I can forge something superior to your efforts, and I don't even require a traditional forge," I declared with a touch of arrogance. "My Metalforge Manipulation is more than sufficient."

While a dwarven forge serves as a supplementary tool, enhancing the handling of exceptionally hard metals and simplifying the smithing process when used alongside Metalforge Manipulation, my unique Minecraft abilities rendered such tools unnecessary and unknown to me.

Having made my pronouncement, I turned and casually tossed the newly formed sword, crafted from gleaming Orihalcum steel. Its sharp tip met the ground, burying itself a few inches deep, a testament to its remarkable keenness.

The assembled dwarves, including Chuck and his soldiers, were struck dumb with astonishment. An elder among them, visibly trembling, stepped forward and, with considerable effort, extracted the embedded sword from the earth.

The Dwarf King, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable, received the weapon from the elder's outstretched hand.

He scrutinized the sword in silence for a prolonged period before finally raising his gaze to meet mine once more.

"Lad, what is your name?" he inquired, his voice deep.

"Walson," I replied with a noticeable puff of air. "Walson Barlow. It seems we meet at last, Uncle."

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