Chapter 203

No trouble arose during the return to the capital.

It’s strange that the same accidents happened one after another on a street that, according to common sense, would only take three days if you just rode a horse and ran hard. I can assure you that the random encounters in the game are at a level where you should be cursed at if you make them at such intervals.

In any case, the first place he went to after returning safely was, of course, the Ogatorf Mansion.

I explained the situation to Sir Ekaf, who welcomed me back as if I had just returned from my business, and briefly explained the story that I was going out again to exterminate the cultists.

“I thought you’d definitely take a break... but you’re quite a prude in that respect, too.”

Fortunately, the reaction was not that I was talking nonsense.

I don’t know if it’s because of the splendid record he’s made during his stay, but he not only complied me more than I could have imagined, but also took care of me so that I could speak until things were settled.

To be honest, as soon as the guy who went out came back, he had a problem with the devil worshipers, and if they said that he had to go again to break some earthenware pot, he would start doubting the earthenware pot of the guy who brought up the word, but this kind of trust. It is also clear that Sir Ekaf is a person of character.

“Come to think of it, they say there is a letter from the Dwarven District.

“Thank you Sir Ekaf. Then excuse me first.”

at las! damn it! I thought I was ready too!

I left the parlor, trying to lower the corners of my mouth, and rushed to the room to check. A letter in a very old-fashioned font was waiting for me on the bed.

“Does dexterity come out even from handwriting? It’s very unexpected.”

Caller Valkun. Recipient Eldmia Ega. When I opened the envelope with just that written on it and checked inside, the contents were even more spectacle.

[I’m ready, so come.]

A hopeless waste of paper with only one line written on it. If something like a mobile phone was invented and a messenger program was created, the most active race would definitely be the Dwarves.

Well, it’s not my money anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. I just smiled and received the goods. As I left the mansion still excited, Sen and the other guys, who were still looking at the mansion from the garden with dazed faces, reacted first.

“Ah, Eldmia-sama! Did the story end well? You look good!”

“They understand without saying anything, so I think we just need to move. Sister? I think I need to visit the Dwarf district for a while. Can you take them and go to Ragnis and ask for help?”

“Dwarf Earth?”

“Yeah. I ordered a new weapon the other day, and there was a letter saying it was finished.”

“Did you even make a custom order for the dwarves? It must have been expensive?”

“Thanks to the help of Mr. Gin, whom I met last time, and the ability to change my face, I benefited in many ways.”

Assuming that he had heard that he had made his personal connections strong, Asilier nodded his head in satisfaction with a look of admiration.

The dwarf district, which arrived at the Dwarven District, was more crowded than usual, leaving behind Asilie, who was not mistaken, dragging Sen and the others.

“No, what kind of market is this only, why is it so crowded?”

It’s not a joke, it’s really dirty. Even more than other places, only Mr. Balkun’s workshop was extremely crowded. The last time it was tough, but not as good as this. Are you holding an event?

First of all, I came to receive the items I ordered, so as I confidently chewed on people and entered, many eyes began to focus on me. As I approached the studio, lightly ignoring the glances that contained many meanings, such as dissatisfaction, doubt, irritation, and so on, an employee popped out and blocked my way without fail.

“Excuse me! This is... Huh? You’re here again, sir?”

“Yes. I thought someone would come, but I’ll see you again.”

“Ah! Eldmia is here! Hey! The guest is here, so go away!”

“...Profit!”

Still, Balcun looked disapprovingly at Seneran as he fell to the side, suppressing his resentment at the word guest, and shook hands with the young man who approached him.

“You must have been busy? I think I sent you a letter a day or two ago!”

“I was away because I was going back to my hometown for a while. It was completed sooner than I thought, right?”

“It was enough to refine your idea a little. Wait. I’ll bring it to my bar.”

Valkun, who had left his seat laughing so cheerfully that it was hard to believe he was the one who had just been screaming, returned quickly and put the object he was holding in his hand on the table. Seneran looked at him disapprovingly, took a seat in the corner, and began to express his obvious heartache, but he didn’t care at all.

“One thick one. Nine thin ones. Check it out.”

“It’s much nicer than I thought. It’s just the right size.”

Valkun’s laughter grew even louder as the young man looked through the items and gave a satisfactory response.

“It’s not bad even if I, who lack talent, throw it! It’s okay to throw it at the wooden wall over there!”

“Oh, really?”

“Anyway, if you move with a weapon, you’ll get hit and run! I want to see how well my stuff flies through a good friend!”

“...then excuse me for a second.”

Even in the middle of the conversation between the two, ‘I’m really upset.’ As if protesting, Seneran, who was sitting in the corner with his arms crossed and looking elsewhere with a sullen expression, shifted his gaze to the two of them. It was because I was curious about who Valkun treated so favorably, but also about the weapon that made him so confident.

However, that curiosity turned to anger as soon as he saw the twisted needle-like weapon the man was holding in his hand. Seneran involuntarily raised mana and shouted.

“Hey, you old man!

-Kwagak!

And it just hardened.

“...uh?”

“It’s a fucking surprise. Why are you raising mana all of a sudden?”

I wasn’t surprised that thick curse words came out of the mouth of a man who had been treating Valkun with respect until just now. Certainly, the needle, which he was looking around while holding it normally, did not suddenly fly toward him as if shot with an arrow. Even the fact that the needle flew faster than the crossbow bolts and grazed the side of her head into the wall did not cause her surprise.

Only the fact that the man had just magically stabbed herself with a needle made of majang-gold made her freeze in shock.

“All, you! M, M!”

The incident that had happened a few days ago flashed through her mind as she almost gave out information that she could not recklessly say. Items sold by employees. Phrases used by bewildered employees to describe buyers. And now the young man in front of me.

“What?”

“Music box!”

It’s a normal situation when no one can understand what the conversation is about. But the man who blew the needle understood her words with an ‘ah’ expression.

“producer?”

And in response, Seneran’s teardrop burst.