We visited weapons shops, the market, tal accessory shops, but we weren’t able to look at magic devices.
The next day, it was arranged that we would tour the Magic device shops and smithing workshop at Golan-san and Doganbo-san’s guidance.
Originally, were were told that the workshops couldn’t be shown to outsiders, more so to Humans, Elf, and Beastkin. 「I guess that was just how it is」 was what I was thinking, so I was content with seeing the swords and spears forged by the Dwarven artisans.
And so, while it wasn’t very “honeymoon”-like, only those who were interested would visit the smithing workshops.
Although it was similar to the capitals of the other countries, the workshops in Gnomstoll Kingdom’s royal capital had its own district. We walked around that area with Golan-san at the lead, and we stood out.
「……for so reason, we’re totally being stared at.」
「Indeed. They are by no ans favorable gazes. ……shall we behead them?」
「Seriously. Let’s crush their eyes.」
「No no no, leave their heads on, Sophia. Don’t crush their eyes either, Maria.」
Unlike other sections, no one but Dwarves walked in this workshop-only area. We stood out because of this, so the Dwarven craftsn must be wondering why we were walking these parts. Don’t behead them. Don’t ever crush them.
However, there were also those who paid us no mind either.
Perhaps because the gazes on her didn’t contain hostility, she was doing things at her pace like always. She was humming and singing in front wit with Golan-san.
Well, even those who weren’t very familiar with monsters could tell that Kaede was no ordinary monster, so there wasn’t anyone who look at her wanting to fight.
「Don’t mind them. Many of the Dwarves in these parts are very prideful. They’re just wondering what business Humans and Elves have in a craftsn’s town.」
「A lot of guys are just proud and turn their noses up, but many of them are also artisans who take pride in their work. Bear with it a bit.」
Pacified by Golan-san and Doganbo-san, Sophia and Maria nodded reluctantly.
We were dumbfounded when we saw the structure of the workshop in front of us.
「……i-it’s huge.」
「Despite appearances, I’m still a famous blacksmith in the country, ya know.」
The building of the workshop that Golan-san guided us to was definitely a strong-looking 3 story building. I suppose it’s only natural for the workshop of a God Craft?
「………Takumi-sama, the royal castle is very close.」
「Yeah, Maria-jouchan. Golan-aniki’s workshop is kinda special. That’s because his Majesty is Aniki’s younger brother.」
「「「「Ehhhhーーーーーー!?!」」」」
We all shouted in surprise there. We didn’t hear about any of this at all. Golan-san you’re royalty!?」
「Stop makin’ a fuss. Being this country’s king’s brother? That sorta thing isn’t a big deal.」
「Yeah, King Goban is the other person who has the sa title of God Craft as Golan-anki, but Golan-aniki’s smithing skills are superior, and Goban-san was superior in governing. But that’s all. In this country, rather than royalty, smithing skills were everything.」
「Well, that’s just how it is. Co on, hurry on in.」
Upon saying so, Golan-san opened the stately doors and went in. We hurriedly chased after him.
When I asked Doganbo-san for the details, I learned that Golan-san had absolutely no interest in the country’s administration. His stance seed to have been “If you have the ti to be thinking about other things, you better concentrate on smithing.”.
On the other hand, though his smithing skills reached Golan-san’s, King Goban excelled in terms of managing the country. The previous King was racked his brain over this, but since the person himself had no qualms of becoming the next ruler, so the previous King eventually gave up on it.
「……just how lax is that.」
「Dwarven craftsn are more or less just like that. The only royalty to be this self-indulgent was soone like Golan-aniki.」
Right? It wasn’t normal. Dwarven practices weren’t irrational, right?
Doganbo-san urged us, who were in confusion, into the workshop, and when we entered the building as a group, there was a counter at the vast hall, and Golan-san was talking about sothing with the lady receptionist there.
「Ou, wait a bit. I’m getting the permission of the workshop chief.」
「P-p-please wait a mont!」
The lady receptionist spoke in a fluster, then she broke into a run from the counter to the stairs.
Am I the only one who gets a bad feeling about this?
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