The Returned Sword King Decided to Become a Tyrant Episode 30
Dwarf (2)
The next day.
Likewise, Surtr, who had gone to the office, was startled and jumped at George’s words.
“What! You mean you have plans for today too?!”
“Yes, well… … that’s what happened.”
Schedule after schedule.
Another schedule after that one.
For some reason, that bastard prince has not been staying in his office for a while.
“… … Okay, I understand for now. When the prince returns, please send me a message.”
“Just trust me.”
“… … .”
You’re not good at talking.
Surtr had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
But they themselves were so busy that they didn’t even have time to open their eyes.
“Yes, sir!”
“What’s going on!”
As soon as I returned to the annex, I heard the voices of my family.
As expected, the content was so difficult that it made my head spin.
“They say that scholars will be arriving shortly to investigate the ecology of the clan!”
“also?!”
“And then the wizards come straight away… … .”
“This, this… … !”
Surtr sighed, clutching his forehead.
Certainly, the treatment was better than when I was trapped in the clan village.
What could be better than being treated as a proper appendage of a kingdom, rather than living in that cramped space and not being able to die?
But, receiving and liking such treatment only lasts for a day or two.
I’ve been called here and there for several days now under the pretext of interacting with humans.
‘If only I could do blacksmith work, I would be less dissatisfied… … .’
This surprisingly luxurious situation gradually began to feel tiresome and inconvenient.
What was even more desperate was that it was something that could not be stopped just because the clan did not want it.
“Is there no choice but to wait for the shelter to be prepared quickly… … .”
If I had known this would happen, I would have carefully decided the terms of the contract.
Surtr closed his eyes tightly as he recalled the contract he had made in the village.
“Captain!”
That night, after the exchange was over and he returned to the annex, Surtr avoided the gazes of the clansmen waiting for him in the garden.
Because they had eyes that desperately hoped the blacksmith’s work would be resolved.
Surtr, who had never even said a word, let alone asked for permission, had no face to show.
“I’m sorry.”
“… … .”
The dwarves, realizing the meaning of that action, sat down with a thud.
Now even the benches in the garden are starting to look like workbenches.
… … And there was a gaze looking at those dwarves.
“… … That’s what the situation is like. Even from the outside, the dwarves’ dissatisfaction is quite serious.”
“You stupid kid.”
The Count of Balmons stroked his chin with a sneer.
How can you abandon a legendary dwarf in the annex after obtaining it?
Thanks to this, the existence is naturally blending into the kingdom, but if it continues like this, it would be worse than not bringing it at all.
“They’re advertising to persuade those guys.”
The count’s smile gradually deepened.
In any case, it was a welcome development for them. Even though they had prepared thoroughly, weren’t dwarves unknown beings anyway?
Since you never know when or how things might go wrong, if there’s even a slight chance, it’s not a bad thing.
“Then let’s go now. Let’s pack the things we’ve prepared.”
“Yes, I understand.”
So Count Balmons and his entourage headed towards the western wing, carrying something.
* * *
Surtr narrowed his eyes at the person who had come to him without any expectations.
“This is Count Gillian Balmons, serving His Excellency the Duke of William.”
The nobleman who came with his subordinates introduced himself as a count.
Behind the nobleman, a keg of beer was visible, carried by his subordinate. It seemed that he had hurriedly brought it in, knowing that the clan liked beer.
Surtr opened his mouth reluctantly.
“I am Surtr, the leader of my clan.”
“……Nice to meet you.”
Count Balmons’ eyebrows quirked slightly at the rude, arrogant tone of voice.
But the Count had no way of knowing that even that was only a slight improvement.
“So, why did you come to find the clan?”
“Oh, actually, I heard the news coming from inside the palace.”
“tidings?”
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“I heard that you are having trouble because you haven’t been granted permission to use the blacksmith shop.”
“… … Hmm, right.”
When Surtr questioned, the Count said:
But Surtr continued speaking with a trembling expression.
“But what does that have to do with why you came?”
“Why would you treat dwarves like that? Is that right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Please look at this.”
The count took a piece of paper out of his bosom and handed it to Surtr.
When Surtr accepted this and confirmed it, Count Balmons’ eyes lit up.
“Just to add briefly, this is a document that applies not only to Esteban, but to the entire continent.”
“Is that right? You’re transferring ownership of the mine.”
“Yes.”
Certainly, the content contained a sentence transferring ownership of the mine.
But the target was the problem. The target of the transfer of ownership was none other than Surtr himself.
Count Balmons spoke triumphantly, looking at the silent Surtr.
“His Majesty, whom I serve, wishes to establish more than just friendly relations with you dwarves. This is merely a token of that.”
“… … .”
At those words, Surtr remembered the contract he had made with the First Prince.
The land that would become their treasure trove. The condition was that they would transfer 3% of the amount mined from the mines there.
Surtr checked the documents once more.
… … It was clear that the entire ownership of the mine was being transferred.
“What do you gain by doing this?”
“Profit?”
“There must be a purpose to coming here and handing this over to you right away, right?”
From the recipient’s perspective, it was a very natural thing to say.
But Count Balmons only shook his head and smiled kindly.
“Haha, please don’t misunderstand. Your Majesty simply thought it was difficult to tolerate the foolish nobles’ actions.”
“… … .”
“The nobles, including the first prince, are trying to send you to a land where there is nothing. It is called the Galder Plains, and it is a land where there is nothing but dirt and grass. But what kind of beings are dwarves? Aren’t they masters of metallurgy, called blacksmith elves?”
What would happen if those dwarves went to the Galder Plains?
The count was saying something like that just now.
“They continue to neglect the dwarves without even knowing their true value. That’s why the royal palace does not allow them to use the blacksmith shop.”
“So what will change if we get the mine?”
“I will give you ownership of the mine and the land surrounding it. It will be the most suitable place for the dwarves to demonstrate their abilities.”
“… … I see.”
The conclusion was that they were told to come to their land instead of the Galder Plains.
If you just listen to the story, it was surprisingly good conditions for the dwarves.
Of course, who wouldn’t like being told to use their abilities as they wish?
It was natural to be surprised, since the conditions there were also a difference of 3% and everything.
“Oh, of course, unlike them, I will also build you a blacksmith shop.”
“… … .”
“Rather than that, how about having a light drink while chatting? It’s a premium beer imported from the South, so I’m sure it’ll suit your taste.”
“… … Hmm.”
The count, who thought that the silence meant only affirmation, had his servant bring a keg of beer.
Soon, he began to pour beer so vigorously that it foamed over the huge glass.
The beer keg had been magically processed, and the beer in the glass felt as if it would freeze at any moment.
The count smiled and handed Surtr a cup, and as soon as he took it, he drank it and chatted with him about this and that.
That was when.
“Do you know about the fairies?”
“yes?”
The count questioned Surtr’s disorganized voice.
But that was only for a moment.
“Haha, don’t people call dwarves ‘blacksmith’s fairies’? In legends, fairies are said to help warriors, so it probably has a great meaning… … .”
“That’s not what I’m asking.”
“… … .”
“Well, I thought you didn’t know.”
widely!
Surtr put the glass of beer down on the desk.
Then he began to speak as if explaining.
“The reason dwarves are called forge elves is because they literally have elf blood flowing through them. The elf race is the bloodline that is the origin of the alien race you speak of.”
“……ah.”
“And if you had known that, you wouldn’t have been so rude to me.”
“yes…….”
In that moment, his gaze turned cold.
Suddenly, a feeling of unease crossed the Count’s mind, and Surtr opened his mouth in a low, hushed voice.
“You have committed three offenses against us dwarves in such a short time.”
“Th, what is that… … .”
“first.”
Clang!
“… … !”
The glass containing the beer shattered to the floor with a loud noise.
Not only the servants, but even the count was speechless at the sight.
In that silence, Surtr’s voice rang out.
“Beer is something you drink to enjoy the silence. So, to our clan, drinking beer and talking is a great insult. It’s no different from saying that talking to the other person is meaningless.”
“… … .”
“Second. You dared to talk nonsense about building our blacksmith shop as if you were doing us a favor.”
The blacksmith shop was the pride of the dwarves.
Borrowing someone else’s forge was acceptable, but telling someone else to build their own forge was tantamount to disrespecting their spirit.
“And third.”
Finally, Surtur’s eyes filled with anger.
“You lured me into breaking my sacred contract with the Elves.”
“What the heck are you talking about? I’m fine… … .”
“Yes, you don’t know. But you don’t need to know. From now on, you are no longer part of our clan.”
“… … !”
Although he may have been greedy beyond his means, that doesn’t mean he was completely stupid.
After all, wasn’t he the leader of the dwarves who devoted himself to his clan?
Rather, the situation at that time was closer to a psychologically unstable situation, and now that he had to take responsibility for the safety of his family in a foreign country, he was trying to maintain a more calm state.
That’s why he could know.
The look in the eyes of the man in front of me was not at all friendly.
The fact that, long ago, the gaze of the humans who commanded them was like that.
On the contrary, he was not the first prince.
“I chose the man called Prince 1 not just because he saved our clan.”
He was a man who never told a single lie in a single word.
The promise that I will never treat you like a slave.
That promise of freedom with a fair price.
“Now I believe that he will trouble us, but will not lead us astray.”
Although it was Surtr himself who tried to take advantage of that point, now that he had made the Elf contract, he knew that fact more than anyone else.
“We will take care of the clan’s affairs, so get out of here. Let’s never see each other again.”
“Oh, no, let me tell you one more story… … .”
“I clearly told you to turn it off.”
“… … .”
The count was driven out while hearing such incomprehensible words.
The anger Surtr felt in that brief moment was immense.
