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Although Lucifer said something very interesting, I really wasn’t in the mood to hear about war history and how two races are deeply racist against one another for something of the past. I already had a great deal of stuff like that from Earth, and I wasn’t in the mood to listen to the fantasy world version of it.
We reached the little home, and I opened the door. I could just pass through the door, but where would the other three with me enter? I have to be considerate.
“Hello~ Is there somebody here?” I asked, turning the candle on as I found a large hammer flying to my head with great precision.
“UWAAH!”
CLANK!
“AGH!”
The hammer actually passed through my body and hit Lucifer, throwing him down on the floor.
“Eh?! Lucifer!” I cried. “What happened?! Ah… Eh?! They really just threw me a hammer in the face!”
The rumors were true. They really throw a hammer to the face of anyone that enters their house. What the heck is wrong with them? Do they not throw it to Darfu, or does he just evade it?
“I-I am fine.” Said Lucifer. “I am resilient enough to take several hammers at once anyways….”
“Still! This is not okay! If they got throwing hammers at people’s faces, they’d ultimately hurt somebody lethally!” said Emeraldine. “You pair of lazy men, stand up and greet Maria-sama, your benefactor and savior!”
“Yeah! Bastards! I am going to butcher you two! Maybe if they covert you into ghosts, you can be of any use for us!” roared Partner. “Get up already!”
The two girls began to scream angrily at the two dwarves resting over their beds. I took a closer look at them. One of them had a gray beard and was bald, covered in wrinkles and scars. He looked very old. The other had an eyepatch on his left eye and had black hair with many white hairs. He was also incredibly old like the other.
They’re really old Dwarves, wow.
“Nnngh… Who the heck is it now?”
One of them sat down over his bed and looked at us while crossing his arms.
“Hey Baldor, just throw them another hammer. I want to sleep some more…” sighed the other. “Zzzz…”
“Oi, wake up. These people are important…” said Baldor. “Wake up already, old man! Balladur!!!”
SMACK!
Baldor, the silver-haired one, hit the head of the one with an eye patch, Balladur. The Dwarf quickly woke up and sat down over the bed, looking at our party with eyes wide open.
“What the heck was that for?! To show me this freak show?!” roared Balladur. “Who the heck are these guys anyway?”
“They’re important folk! That woman is a ghost, she’s… Maria-sama…? Or something.” said Baldor. “She says she’s our major benefactor. I think the little green guy talks about her a lot.”
“Ooooh! Maria! Okay, well, hello, sorry for… Acting rudely?” said Balladur. “What do you want?”
He was sorry for acting rudely, but he goes and acts like that again anyways! Seriously, what are Dwarves up to nowadays?
I looked at the two dwarves. They seemed to be rather domineering in their presence. They were old and covered in scars, prideful to the core to the point they didn’t even act respectfully over their benefactors, the ones that freed them from slavery and even gave them shelter and food.
Naturally, my friends didn’t like their attitude as well.
“You bastards! I am going to chop you down into pieces!” roared Partner. “How dare you treat my beloved Master like this?! You’re really digging your own graves now!”
“That’s it, Maria-sama, I cannot tolerate it anymore…” said Emeraldine. “Please let me teach these insolent dwarves a small lesson about etiquette.”
“You two calm down a bit! You can’t just try to kill them!” I said.
“We can!” said Partner.
“We can try…” said Emeraldine.
I stopped the two before they lost their sanity completely as the dwarves looked at the scene and laughed.
“Bahwahaha! We are grateful, though! We craft clothes and other little things for the people with Darfu…” said Baldor.
“What more do you want? We are old men. If you really want to kill us, go ahead.” Said Balladur.
They’re serious. These guys just don’t give a damn. They’re really manly dwarves!
“Don’t worry. Master can make you keep on even after death. You’ll become more serviceable as zombies.” Said Partner, as she licked the tip of her spear.
“Wait! Wait, Partner! Partner bad! Bad girl!” I said as I smacked her head gently, and she pouted at me cutely.
“Calm down, leave this to me, please….” I sighed.
Partner just sighed.
I walked towards the two dwarves. As Lucifer made his way to my side, he was calmer than the two hormonal girls at our side, and as a fellow old geezer, he might want to negotiate with them.
“Darfu spoke to me about you guys. He said you guys are amazing architects and blacksmiths. Is that real?” I asked.
“Oh? Yeah, we are.” Said Baldor.
“We worked in constructing most of the renovations made in the Dwarf Nation, and we also reconstructed the King’s castle. We also made the blueprints for the walls and even the underwater sewage.” Said, Balladur.
“Then how the heck did you end as slaves?” I asked.
“Ah… Well, that’s a long story.” Said Baldor.
“Resuming it, we were on a trip to another small town where a friend was living, but we got drunk as fuck, and we ended up getting caught by bandits midway through the road. We were drunk, but we fought a lot though. We killed more than half the bandits, but they ended up using some paralyzing poison and finally took us down… and then…” sighed Balladur.
“Here we are, long story short, we were enslaved for roughly six years… I think.” Said Baldor.
“Yeah, rough years, much torture, stupid aristocrat pigs, they think that because we are their slaves, we’ll do anything they say.” Said Baldor.
“They tried to force us, but we didn’t do it, so they tortured us, but do you think that matters to us, Dwarves? As long as the Goddess of Earth is with us, our grit is endless!” said Balladur.
“We resisted it like champs, and we eventually got out of it, so here we are, keeping the pride of the dwarves high!” said Baldor.
“Wow, you guys are really insane….” I said.
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