Chapter 70 – The Hero Commissioned a Weapon
“Well, you want to use an ax?”
“… What’s so hard about making a sword?”
I asked as I saw the dwarf telling me to use an ax unconditionally.
He was the blacksmith whom the King, who was going to present dwarf-made adult products, introduced after clearing up the misunderstanding.
“No, making it is not a problem.”
“Then, just make me a sword.”
“What is the man’s sword? A man is an ax.”
But the problem was that this damn shit sack blacksmith insisted on forcing me to make an ax against my will.
“Hey, look at the ax mark, right?”
“Yes? Why?”
“Then why do you want to use a sword instead of an ax?”
Still, he used a fairly formal tone because he was introduced by the king, but he was also a dwarf.
I sighed and looked at the blacksmith who took the story to a strange side if I was a little careless.
“As for weapons, a sword, a shield, and light weight armor would suffice, right?”
“The weapon is an ax. And the horned helmet is missing? Can’t you get pregnant without it?”
This time, seeing the dwarf trying to forcibly hand over the horned helmet, I felt sick to my stomach.
It wasn’t just an idiomatic expression, but in reality, swearing almost came out of my mouth.
“Haa, can’t you just make me do what I want?”
“Look, warrior. I am also a fairly well-known craftsman on this floor. What artisan makes things he doesn’t want.”
I frowned as I watched the Dwarf blacksmith talking while smoking a pipe.
Because when he said that, and because his words he felt right.
‘Ah, but it’s not an ax.’
I scratched the back of my head and frowned.
No matter how much I suddenly became a hero one day by the goddess of balance, I also had an illusion about being a hero.
If it’s a warrior, it’s definitely a sword.
No matter how much I thought about it, the image of a warrior wielding an ax just felt awkward.
Limp.
While I was thinking about that, I heard the sound of metal hitting something on one side of the forge.
When I turned my head, I saw an unusually small dwarf staring at the blacksmith the king introduced me with a nervous expression.
“I’m sorry.”
The small Dwarf shouted as he hurriedly bowed his back towards the Blacksmith Dwarf.
It was obvious that she was in a frightened state, but the dwarf of the blacksmith frowned at her and shouted at her, no, at him.
“Catherine. Is it you again? Didn’t I tell you not to come in when I’m talking to a guest?”
“… Sin, sorry. I just.”
“Eh. What is a bitch with no skills snooping around my smithy for?”
I looked at the small Dwarf, Catherine, with a surprised expression at the Dwarf Blacksmith’s words.
It was because she never dreamed that she would meet her here.
“Is the author’s name Catherine?”
“Is that so? Why?”
“Ah, the weapon is fine.”
“What, what? No, for what reason, huh? Jung Then how about this? An agreement was reached by attaching an ax blade to one side of the sword…”
“I’m sorry.”
After answering the dwarf blacksmith’s words, I approached the terrified Catherine.
Her her Catherine looked at me with her surprised look on her face her as I approached her, and I spoke cautiously to her.
“If you don’t mind, could you make me a weapon?”
“… Me, me?”
I nodded slowly to Catherine, who was looking at me with a surprised expression.
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Katherine J-Hopes.
It was much later in my previous life that I heard her name.
In fact, it was the first time we met in person even in the last episode.
Still, Katherine had a history as unusual as her unusual name.
Not to mention Baal, the blacksmith who made weapons for the demon lord and demon lord’s army.
To the humans and subhumans who were at war with the demon king’s army, she was a traitor who abandoned the continent and was one of the culprits to be killed.
That would also be the case because each and every weapon of the demon army she made was special and excellent.
“I-why did you ask me to do that…”
Catherine, who once brought me to her own smithy, asked her a bunch of goosebumps towards me with her dead face on her face her.
She was a woman who was confident in her skills, but it seems that she has not yet stood out in the Dwarf Village.
Looking at Catherine’s expression her mixed with curiosity and anxiety, I smiled as kindly as possible and said:
“Ah, I just got the feeling that you’re going to make my weapon properly.”
“… Me, like me?”
Catherine said that to me, and I vigorously nodded her head.
And then, on the other hand, she wondered why she seemed so lacking in confidence.
‘What? Surely the dwarves acknowledged the weapons she made?’
Looking at Catherine with her shy expression Her, I secretly tilted her head.
It was because she knew that the blacksmith’s skill was not something she suddenly grew up shy about one day.
“Hehe. This is the first time anyone has asked me to make a weapon.”
Katherine wiggled her fingers in her embarrassed expression her and she said that towards me.
I looked at her with a puzzled look at her words.
It was because the nuance she felt in her words made it feel like everything other than her weapons were made at her request her.
“What do you usually make?”
“Yes? Oh, that’s… Let me show you a little.”
“Are blacksmiths ashamed of the things they make? Don’t you understand?”
At my words her, Catherine turned her face red and exhaled heavily.
Then, with a determined look on her face, she began taking out all sorts of junk from one side of the forge.
“This is something I made recently… Purpose.”
“Ah, no explanation needed.”
Looking at the items Catherine took out, I quickly replied.
There was something I forgot, but the characteristics of the dwarf race apply equally to women.
I sighed lightly as I looked at the metal object resembling a penis.
Not an old man sharpening a bat, but a dwarf sharpening a phallus.
It was to the point where I was worried that if I entrusted the sword to Catherine, a phallus-shaped sword might come out.
“Hey, are you in a bad mood?”
As I sighed, I saw Katherine looking at me with her somber face and asking.
“To be honest, I don’t like seeing the shape of other people’s cocks.”
“… Uh, too. Then making a sword… Could it be a cancellation?”
Katherine said that to me with her somber face her, and I pondered for a moment before shaking her head.
In any case, the effectiveness of the weapon she made was excellent, and fortunately, none of the weapons of the demon kings in her previous life her resembled her cock her.
“No, I just don’t have to make a sword in that shape.”
“Oh, don’t worry! I’ll make you the best sword in the world!”
At my words, Catherine jumped from place to place and said so, thanks to which the beard that half covered her face her fell to the floor.
‘Is the beard falling off?’
“Kyaa!”
I looked at Catherine with a puzzled expression, but she hurriedly picked up her fake beard as if she were showing me her naked body her.
“Look, did you see?”
“… Did you see it because you saw it?”
Catherine, who hurriedly put on a fake beard, took on a weeping expression again at my answer.
No, actually, she was in the middle of her tears.
“Hey, I’m sorry. For showing her disgusting face of her.”
I could guess why Catherine was saying that.
Because the dwarf race was so unique, women also had beards, and the thicker the beard, the more beautiful they were treated.
However, it seems Catherine never had a beard.
I thought of Catherine’s face her, her fake beard her falling off, and then I said to her:
“No, not disgusting at all. Rather, it is surprising that there are such beautiful women among the dwarves.”
There was a bit of flattery mixed in with her because she entrusted her with the weapon, but that wasn’t a lie.
Although there is a slightly round side, her ponytail face itself belongs to the cute axis.
Big eyes and a sharp nose.
And she’s got that fucking beard down to her dainty lips.
To be honest, she was a face that would be quite popular among humans, and given her small body, well-developed breasts, narrow waistline, and her plump buttocks, she might be called the best beauty for a certain type of person. .
“That’s a lie.”
“No. Humans and dwarves have completely different aesthetic standards. So I’m not lying.”
I explained it to Catherine, and she immediately looked at me with her surprised eyes.
Funny enough, he didn’t seem to know that he had a look that appealed to humans quite a bit.
I was thinking of other questions as I watched Catherine staring at me with a surprised expression.
‘Is it possible that the hair doesn’t grow there too?’
After I suddenly returned, I thought that I had rotted a lot too.
