Episode 352
Chapter 1
“But you are the Dean of the Archery Department?”
Benedict nodded at Saxon’s words.
“Oh, but how old is our archery department head?”
Ken shook his head as if to say, “Here we go again.”
Benedict just chuckled as if he had guessed.
“No, that guy over there named Harold is so shabby that I don’t know if he’ll be able to do night work properly. Oh, it doesn’t mean anything, I’m just curious. Just curious.”
Benedict said with a smile.
“I will kill 28,000 people with my pure body.”
Saxony paused for a moment.
“28 thousand? Not 18 thousand?”
Benedict silently handed the bow he was holding to Saxon.
“Try pulling it.”
As if it wasn’t that difficult, Saxon picked up his bow and drew the string.
No, I tried to pull.
What is this?
“The bow is made from snake bones and has been strengthened with 5 stacks of magic. The bow is made by weaving together 10 snake tendons. Does it look difficult?”
However, Saxony still has the reputation of being a mid-level master.
He somehow managed to pull off the protest.
Judging by his trembling arms, Saxon must have had a hard time, so he let go. Ken, who was watching, must have been curious, so he took the Imoogi bow, pulled the string, and then handed the bow to Benedict.
It was a similar case to Saxony.
Benedict took it and pulled out the protest as naturally as he could.
Any shaking? None.
Saxon mutters softly.
“······Please do something.”
Benedict snickered and asked, putting his bow back on his back.
“How many chips are there in 3?”
“Me? 20,000······ 30.”
“They say you don’t even treat people under 20,000, but you still do chin-ups.”
Ken, who was behind him, burst into laughter and Saxon shrugged.
“But you’re still a beginner master. I’m an intermediate master.”
A meaningful smile appeared on Benedict’s lips.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been going around with Jack lately and having a lot of experiences, but I strangely feel like I can move from beginner to intermediate level.
There was a pair of eyes staring blankly at those masters.
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Charlotte de Royale.
Charlotte, with her blonde, mysterious eyes, was staring at them blankly.
To be exact, his gaze was focused on them, but his expression was dark, as if he was thinking of something else.
Benedict asked.
“You seem deep in thought.”
“······Do you have tea?”
“many.”
Charlotte laughed awkwardly.
“I was thinking about it.”
“What are you thinking?”
Charlotte turned her head back and looked at the vampires living like paupers.
“About what I can do.”
Benedict understood Charlotte’s concerns.
Is that all?
It had been a long time since I had read Jack’s intentions.
So I said this.
“Keep thinking and thinking again. If you keep doing that, you will.”
“If you keep doing it?”
“You will find out naturally.”
* * *
Dwarves are smaller overall than humans.
Short arms and legs.
Because they are that kind of race, they do not usually ride horses like humans or elves do.
Horses are only used to pull carriages and such, they are not actually ridden.
Does that mean I run around on short legs every day?
That wasn’t it either.
Mountain goat.
Dwarves ride mountain goats.
And it’s not just any regular mountain goat, it’s a crossbreed called the llama mountain goat.
It is as fast as a wolf and as big as a wild boar.
There was a mountain goat running.
The beard of a dwarf riding on his back flutters in the wind.
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The beard couldn’t hide it.
The expression of the sunken dwarf.
The events that just happened come to mind.
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-Khalid prepared a gift?
-Yes.
– Hehe, I prepared a gift… How interesting. To my ears, it sounds like you’re asking me to bring forward the schedule for your visit, which is scheduled for a week later. Is that right?
-······I’m telling you this in advance because you might be surprised when you see it······.
The dwarf was sweating profusely.
This was a natural reaction for a dwarf facing the red-haired man in front of him, the Red Dragon Luca Machiavelli.
Another nickname for him is the Red Tyrant.
As expected, Luca said.
-I don’t care what it is, but I’m just curious about that right now. How could a dwarf, without my permission, dare come to my castle ’empty-handed’?
The dwarf handed over a small jewelry box to Luca, who was grinning.
Luca opened the jewelry box and smiled with satisfaction.
Red diamond.
45 carats.
And several dragons carved in great detail on the outer surface.
It was difficult to use as a ring or necklace, but it didn’t matter.
Because it’s worth it.
Luca smiled because if you decorate it with something rare, it will make the rare more splendid and beautiful.
-Good. I’m really looking forward to seeing what gift Khalid has prepared, considering he’s offering this kind of art as an admission fee.
He said he wasn’t interested, but as soon as he saw the jewel, he changed his words.
You son of a bitch.
The dwarf just lowered his head.
A posture of perfect submission.
Luca said, seeming satisfied.
-Okay. I’ll come by tomorrow morning.
That wasn’t the end.
Luca leans his head out and whispers in the dwarf’s ear.
-I hope the gift is so valuable that it will hasten my precious steps. If not, then.
The dwarf did not dare raise his head.
But I could tell by the feeling.
That this tyrant bastard is smirking.
– I’ll burn to death about a thousand dwarves that I see. Wouldn’t that be really appreciated? I’ll even cremate them for you, wouldn’t you?
The dwarf said with a forced smile on his face.
-The grace is so deep that I cannot even imagine it.
That was the end.
After that, the dwarf was madly returning to the kingdom riding a mountain goat.
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The conversation between the dwarf and Luca Machiavelli took place at the same time that Jack was talking to the Hammer Slave.
The dwarf thought.
I’m following Khalid’s orders, but it’s like shit.
I thought, I wish someone would kill that son of a bitch.
* * *
The number of dwarves living in the Forest of Demons is at most about 200,000.
Orcs, elves, and harpies numbering in the millions, and even more than 400,000 trolls.
Among these different races, there are only 200,000 dwarves who do all kinds of dirty work.
The word ‘just’ is so appropriate.
It was understandable, but unfortunately, contrary to appearances, the dwarves were in a very pitiful position.
In some ways, they are in a worse situation than those in the vampire kingdom right next door.
The dwarves’ individual strength was not that great.
Master? Unfortunately, there isn’t one.
It’s no joke, there isn’t a single master among the current dwarves who is at the top of the mana user game.
Menama is a 9th circle mana user, and he becomes a master after about 10 years, but what does that matter?
In other words, if a ‘war’ breaks out between the dwarves and the surrounding kingdoms, they are sure to be defeated.
Yet the reason wars do not break out is because other races around them fight for them.
Messing with a dwarf? You want to monopolize that dexterity? You can’t do that. And so on.
Is that all?
Even the dragon watches over the dwarf.
All this is thanks to the dwarf’s dexterity.
Dwarves could be seen as an extremely lucky yet pitiful race.
That’s certainly not wrong.
Also, the tyrannical dragons treat the dwarves as slaves.
Take them and kill them, kill them because they get on your nerves, kill them because they annoy you.
So the population has no choice but to be naturally regulated.
But today.
One of the Five Emperors, Luca Machiavelli, also known as the Red Tyrant, visits.
All the dwarves gathered, and all the vampires gathered.
It’s funny, but this was the order of the forest of demons.
A red dragon that experienced the glory days of 400 years ago, and has lived for a whopping 1200 years.
Luca Machiavelli, the Red Tyrant, the Millennium Dragon whose very existence is history.
As I said before, rumors of his arrival have already spread throughout the Dwarven Kingdom itself, so all the Dwarves are now waiting in the square.
I am included among them.
He sat on the chair, his body stretched out, and his head slightly turned to the side.
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Our Charlotte.
“Your expression is gloomy. Are you feeling unwell?”
Charlotte, who had been wearing a stern expression, shakes her head.
Then he asked me.
“I have a question for you. Can I ask it?”
“What is it?”
“Luca Machiavelli, right? The father of Valactus Machiavelli.”
“That’s right. You probably guessed it the moment you heard the name, didn’t you?”
Charlotte nods.
When I first met him, he was playing with a dragon named Vivienne de Royale, who was his mother.
The guy showed a very malicious side, such as calling himself uncle and even giving Charlotte pocket money.
Balactus Machiavelli.
And the bastard turned to dust in my hands.
“I kept thinking about what I could do and what I wanted to do.”
My teacher and I stared at Charlotte in silence.
The guy has been wandering around the vampire city ever since he came to the dwarf capital.
What he saw and what he felt.
I don’t know the details, but I could guess.
Charlotte looked up and looked into my eyes.
“Can I really do what I want to do?”
He smiled softly.
“Oh, do whatever you want.”
The guy also smiled softly.
Our Master laughed, Saxon laughed, Ken laughed, Benedict laughed, and Harold laughed.
Of course, Hammer Slave, who was feeling anxious next to him, also forced himself to smile by raising his mouth to match the mood.
But, why is there no news?
Are you saying this because you know it’s your grave? Why aren’t you coming?
The moment I thought that.
A huge wave of mana arose from the sky.
Phew-!!
A significant amount of mana.
A mana that is so powerful that it makes the air tremble.
In the center of it all, a man who looked very similar to the Balactus I had seen before appeared.
A stubborn-looking face with red hair.
And the four golems standing behind him.
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That’s a golem named Yongjabyeong, to be exact, and I still carry it around.
First of all, I felt the surrounding air suddenly become still.
The square was completely filled with people, more than four hundred thousand people, all of whom were afraid of that one dragon.
Just then, as I was slowly trying to get up from my seat.
Charlotte said.
“Can I really do whatever I want?”
He nodded again.
“Okay, I’ll do it. When did I ever stop you from doing that?”
Charlotte smiles.
Somehow, this time, it felt like he was trying to do something that I had to stop.
That premonition was not wrong.
Charlotte pulled out the dagger from her waistband and threw it away.
Ss …
The dagger that flew through the air.
On the head of a dragonfly.
Plop-!
It was stuck in there.
The dragonfly slowly falls backwards.
dump.
So everyone’s eyes were focused on Charlotte.
