Chapter 240: The Dangerous Part

Arwin and Lillia stared at Wallace in the very same disbelief that he was observing them with. The dwarf’s revelation was like a punch to the gut. Of everything he could have said, Arwin hadn’t expected him to reveal something with nearly as much weight as his and Lillia’s identities.

“You... sold to demons?” Lillia asked. “I thought dwarves were allied with humans!”

“You used demons as an example of all that’s evil in the world!” Arwin added, his eyes narrowing. “How could you do that when you’ve literally worked with them! You know what they are! They’re just like us!”

“Says the fucking Hero,” Wallace said through a bark of gruff laughter. “You killed more of them than anyone else, and you should be among the ranks of those dead. How in the Earth Father’s name are you alive? And with the Demon Queen at that! How did any of this come to be?”

“Our questions first,” Lillia said firmly. “You’ve got no more reason to suspect Arwin now, do you? After all, by your own words, you’ve fought against demons before. You’re no more innocent than he is.”

“Not every demon is innocent,” Wallace countered. “Just like not every human is. Your society is no better than any other.”

“I never claimed otherwise,” Lillia replied. “But if I was able to forgive Arwin for what he’s done, then it’s time to put your ego back in your pants and admit you were wrong. Nobody has any right to feel more wronged by Arwin than I, and I hold none of his actions against him. You. Weren’t. There.”

For several seconds, none of them spoke. Then Wallace’s shoulders sank.

He blew out a long breath and averted his gaze. “I was not. If there’s anyone who could justify the weight of blood they carry, it’s the Hero. You are correct, Lillia. I owe you both an apology. I was hasty in my judgement. In no world could I have predicted I would be training the Hero in Dwarven Smithing.”

“Former Hero,” Arwin corrected. “And you didn’t actually do anything, so I don’t think we can complain too much. We’d have had a bigger problem if you’d actually started swinging. Now, can we get back to the part where you were outfitting demons?”

“Earth Father, give me a break.” Wallace massaged his forehead. He flopped down on the ground, propping himself up with his arms as he stared at the ceiling. “Give me a damned second to process, would you? I’m standin’ before the damnable Demon Queen and the Hero in a cursed smithy that wants to rip me heart out. Do you understand how wrong this is?”

“You’ll get over it,” Lillia said.

“The Infernal Armory wants to kill you?” Arwin asked.

“Yes,” Wallace muttered.

“Whose question were you answering?” Lillia asked. “Because I don’t really care if you agreed with mine, but the second one—”

“Both,” Wallace said through a sigh. He squinted at Lillia. “You sure know how to hold a grudge, don’t you?”

Lillia inclined her head slightly. “That’s better. But I still haven’t heard a full proper apology.”

Wallace glared at her. Lillia held the dwarf’s gaze and he groaned, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “Damn it. We don’t like apologies much.”

“Good. They’re not meant to be comfortable. That’s how you know you mean it.”

“Earth Father — oh, fine.” Wallace ran his hands through his hair and looked over to Arwin. “I apologize for not trusting my instincts more and accusing you of... well, everything. And to Lillia, I apologize for threatening ‘yer friend and tricking you out of the final exam. Tradition it may be, but I could have handled it better.”

Lillia smiled. “Accepted. Also, Arwin’s more than just a friend, thank you very much.”

Wallace started to nod. Then he paused. He looked from Lillia to Arwin, then choked on his own saliva and doubled over, coughing into his fist. The dwarf gathered himself and stared in shock. “Wait. I thought you’d just gotten real close. You’re saying —”

“Yes. I trust you don’t have any issues with that? Not that I would particularly care if you did.”

“The Demon Queen and the Hero,” Wallace muttered to himself staring down at his hands and flexing his fingers as if to make sure he still had all ten of them. “Who would have thought. I can’t tell if that ain’t right or if it’s too right. All that animosity has to go somewhere. I wonder... no. You aren’t going to distract me like that.”

“Distract? I was not attempting to distract you from anything.” Lillia snorted. “If I was, I’d just mention that there’s still some food and drink left over from dinner that’s going cold.”

Wallace hesitated. Then his eyes narrowed. “That isn’t going to work.”

“Work for what? We don’t owe you anything. You just made that clear,” Lillia pointed out.

The dwarf inclined his head. “You’re right. You don’t need to do anything more. If you’ve accepted my apology, then we’ve balanced the scales, but I’m still going to ask for the rest of the story. Not because you need to tell me, but because I want to know.”

Lillia pursed her lips. She exchanged a look with Arwin, who inclined his head slightly.

“He already has the dangerous part. Might as well give him the rest so he knows why,” Arwin said with a small shrug. “At the very least, it’ll make sure he knows why we can’t have him going around and sharing the truth with everyone else he meets.”

“Fine. You might want to sit back down,” Lillia said, returning her attention to Wallace and crossing her arms in front of her chest. “Because if you’re still on good terms with the Adventurer’s Guild, you’re not going to like what you’re about to hear.”