CH 143

[The Truth About Dwarf]

“No~!?”

The one who was clinging to the pillar of the workshop and refusing to come with us to Labyrinth—the isolated island where the minotaurs lived—was, of course, Nazarie-san.

She didn’t make any comment about chest when she was making our equipment, so I’d thought that she would have no problem with it, but when we’d stopped by the dwarven village and tried to ask for her help, this happened.

“Err, it’s not something you need to cry over, though…”

“It IS!? You may not know, but we dwarves are stratified by breasts, you know!? And though I may not look like it, I’m in the huge-breasted class, alright!?”

“Ehh…”

“Don’t ‘ehh…” me!? You were definitely thinking ‘those are huge…?’ just now, weren’t you!?”

“N-no, I would never…”

I couldn’t say the thought flashed in my head for a moment…

I mean, weren’t dwarves supposed to find females more charming the leaner they were?

As I looked away awkwardly, Nazarie-san pointed to the girls, “Not to mention!” and said, “You brought them when you wanted to ask for my help!? I highly doubted your intention!? You just messing with me, right!? Come on, spit out the truth!?”

“Y-you’ve got it wrong!? As I said earlier, they are accompanying me because we were originally heading out to stop the blackdollified ‘Axe’ Saint…”

“At any rate, my answer is no!? If I go to that breasts-filled island, my huge breasts would deflate from stress!?”

“O-okay, I get it, so please calm down for now!?”

While trying to pacify Nazarie-san, I scratched my head, “Shucks…” and muttered, “I never thought we’d get rejected…”

“Neither did I. Things became puzzling because of Mr. Pig, but now it’s clear that dwarves’ bodies don’t grow that big because of the special characteristics of their tribe, and their standards of beauty are more or less the same as those of humans,” Shiva-san said.

“‘s that really? But that fatty said he was considered handsome among dwarves, didn’t he?” asked Ophir.

“About that, I think it’ll be faster just to ask directly. —Say, Nazarie-san.”

“…Mm? What?” Nazarie-san, still clinging to the pillar, turned cautious in response to Shiva-san’s call.

Shiva-san asked her, “Are you perhaps acquainted with a dwarf named ‘Pang’?”

Incidentally, ‘Pang’ was Porco-san’s real name.

“Pang? That fatty is my old friend, but why do you ask…?”

She just casually called him fatty, didn’t she…?

Where was Porco-san’s ‘handsome’ claim coming from, really…

My head was starting to ache a little, but speaking of which, only some dwarves were privy to the fact that he was a saint, so we explained the situation to Nazarie-san.

After we did, she screamed with incredulous look on her face, “That fatty is the ‘Shield’ Saint!? No, more importantly, that kind of guy is a handsome dwarf!? What’re you talking about!?”

Eh, you were more surprised about that part!?

As I reeled from shock, Ophir nodded and said, “Well, that’s what he told us. Men with bigger physiques are more popular among the dwarves—was what he said.”

“Men with bigger physiques…… Ahh, I see……” Nazarie-san covered her face with her palm, seemingly having figured something out.

She then started explaining about the situation, “You see, male dwarves aren’t fat, per se. They merely look fat because their stature is small. They’re actually lumps of muscles. Well, they swing hammers all day every day, so it’s natural.”

“Err, so the ‘men with bigger physiques’ that Porco-san said…”

“Umu. It means ‘muscular and strong men’. Though it seems he completely misunderstood it. As such, even by our standards, Pang is very far from being handsome. Rather, he’s just a damn fatty.”

“““……”””

Just a damn fatty…

Learning the shocking truth, we all went wide-eyed.