Damn, the butcher will butcher me

Long story short, I died, and I reincarnated into a world of magic.
I was no God’s Chosen, nor some Hero, but I was a seemingly talented blacksmith.
So I honed my craft, and became the blacksmith for a new town built in a recently recovered region from the beasts. (Yes, the usual beasts vs humans conundrum)
It was a good life.
I married, and had kids, and worked my ass off daily.
Cooking utensils, pans, bowls, cauldrons, forks, spoons, knives, and horseshoes were the most common things I did, oh and nails, let’s not forget nails.
This reincarnation wasn’t like those in a novel.
Like hell just because I was good at what I was doing, I had junior blacksmiths at my beck and call.
Hah.
Like there are that many brats who wish and are able to handle the heat, and sweat and long work hours.
So I worked and worked.
Obviously, since this was a world of magic, I had magic as well, mana as the energy was called, that I could imbue in my body, mind, soul and my craft.
Let’s just say that the pans I made here, could most like be considered unbreakable back on Earth.
And as I worked day and night, on a beautiful cleaver for the town’s new butcher (who I was sure was a big shot), something clicked within me.
I don’t know how much time passed, and what I did, but I knew that when I awoke, the furnace was almost going cold, and my hammer was…destroyed.
But there it was…
A cleaver of such magnificence it was glowing.
I took it and put the handle on, before trying to cut a piece of meat with it.
Well, it cut the meat, the bone, and a part of the table…a table that was made out of iron.
“Hehe, I can charge extra for this.”
I muttered.
And the, the cleaver’s glow, pulsated.
That surprised me.
Then it pulsated again, rapidly.
“You can understand me?”
I whispered.
Two pulses.
“Can you talk?”
I asked.
One pulse.
“Damn, the butcher will butcher me.
I made a cleaver with a spirit.”
I whistled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
This was already an artefact level of object, one usually used by high-level knights, adventurers and usually strong individuals.
And now…I made a butcher cleaver into such an object.
I wonder if I can ask for a favour or two from the butcher in exchange…
Not dying because of my talent would also be a nice thing…