What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

The Great Iron Fist Gate was magnificent in a nutshell.

Finally, it's the entrance to a giant tunnel of stone, but those who aren't blinded by its beauty, which is iron-brassy and gut-reinforced or badly decorated, are insensitive assholes.

I looked at the Great Iron Fist Gate and felt like I knew what Heinemarie meant by "otoko".

Sure enough, this guy is a Otoko, a better otoko to write Han.

It's Han's romance.

When I crept through the Great Iron Fist Gate and into the tunnel, the bonfire was gushing like a Han, illuminating the Han shredded ceilings, walls and floors.

If you go through that Han-like tunnel a little, you'll hear a bumpy Han banging metal with metal, and if you say Han Min won't be tickled, you'll be lying.

I had a feeling about the Han Festival.

I got a hunch.

As we set foot into the sprawling city of the Iron Blood Kingdom, lined with living spaces like horizontal holes to the left and right of Tunnel Avenue with high ceilings and considerable breadth, the mustaches were not as tall as they were, but the musculoskeletal dwarves waved gold hammers over there and over here.

There is a furnace there.

Looks like there's more than one gold floor in the family.

Mixed with the sound of cancunning with golden hammers, the Dwarves' anger, temper, and sometimes laughter and roar echo.

What a voice. Big and fat anyway.

Awesome.

This sight, this roar, overwhelms you or makes your chest jump. One way or the other.

I'm the latter, of course, and I was clearly excited.

"What do you say, Xaragi which!

Heinemarie made me smile and bang him on the shoulder just on my back. It hurts. It's a hell of a force. Thanks to you, I lost a little tension. Still, it's expensive for me.

"It's gonna be all right, my Iron Blood Kingdom is! This is the Iron Blood Kingdom! It's a Dwarf paradise where you can work out blood and flesh and fire and steel!

"Mm-hmm. No, seriously, it's more than I imagined. Dwarves are kidding. It's all over me. How much are you kidding me? Dwarves and pans. That's too much, this."

"Ha! Kisaragi, I don't understand what you're saying! Heh! I know you're complimenting us Dwarves!

"There's a sound."

Momohina is blocking her ears and turning her eyes.

"This is the city of Dwarves…"

Milliu remains a bit unusual, seems a lot rarer.

"Steady..."

Even with the tension, I haven't forgotten how the Dwarves are.

Most dwarves are immersed in a blacksmith job, but sometimes some dwarves look more at us.

Or not so many dwarves gazing at me and Momohina, except for Milliu. Some dwarves look blatantly or spit a pep in their heels.

Elves looked down on Dwarves, but apparently Dwarves hated Elves just as much.

Well, that was within my expectations, so I don't care.

"If I could see a woman completely, Heinemarie which"

"That's right!

Heinemarie was on my back, rubbing and stroking my back.

"Man's job is to fight Kaji! The woman's job is to fight Kaji! That's how it's been decided for a long time!

"Hmm? What? Kaji and Kaji......? Oh, blacksmith and chores? But it's the same for men and women to fight."

"Of course it is. Huh! I don't know the battle. There's no Dwarf! Whether it's a man or a woman, a dwarf, fiercely pressing his enemies into a white soldier battle, crushing this into dust! It's Nice Han...... Shh!

"Nice Han"

When I returned it immediately, Heinemarie rubbed her head against my chest.

Yeah.

It hurts there though.

I hope so.

That's how we walked downtown with hot Hans literally scattering sparks.

It feels like it's coming off the culminating point of the Han Festival, so it's probably at the edge of downtown. The Heinemarie,

"Right here!

and stopped his leg, pointing to the horizontal hole.

"This is our home! Don't hesitate to come in, Saaah!

I don't mind going in, but there's a gold floor in front of that horizontal hole, even the furnace.

In a blacksmith space that also looked quite splendid to the amateur, one dwarf was taking off all his skin and waving a gold hammer.

Of course, it's a man.

The mustache is long enough to tie the butterflies, and the upper body is successful.

By the way, that Dwarf hair is orange and his eyes are green.

There's a connection between Heinemarie and blood, no matter how you look at it. You're a distant brother of the year, well, you'd be my father if you normally thought about it.

Heinemarie ignores that dwarf and drifts into the horizontal hole, which must be the house. Are you sure?

I didn't take my eyes off Dwarf as I followed Heinemarie, but the other guy never looked at me. Are you concentrating on blacksmithing? But something's different. Dwarf obviously cares about this one. And yet, I try not to look at it on purpose. There were signs of that. Hmmm......?

Anyway, this is how we got in the way of Heinemarie's "house".

If you come in, it's a normal house inside. There's living room space, there's water around, there's a bedroom. Is the metal pipe crawling through the wall a water pipe?

This would be the way it would be if I dug the rock beds and got it ready for residential use. There's nothing like being shocked.

We sat in a metal chair as recommended by Heinemarie.

Heinemarie brought me a drink in a metal cup.

"Funya. Thanks."

Momohina just took a sip,

"Buhoo."

And I sprayed, and I coughed, and I coughed.

"or, from, to, from"

"Mm?"

Heinemarie drank her own bun all the time,

"You think it's hard? This is it? Hmm. Is it not in the mouth of man?"

Milliu smelled it without drinking and glanced at her face.

"... alcohol, is it? Seems pretty tight..."

"Huh."

Heinemarie laughed with her nose.

"Even though they are elves, in the end they will be a kind of elf. Maybe it's tough for a weak elf. But if Han."

... there it is.

I can't help it.

I drank a lot.

Ohhhhhhhhh.

I could almost turn my eyes in an instant, but I could see in the mood.

I snuck up on a cough.

"Ugh. Yeah. No. Ugh, this. It fits my mouth. It can't be out of your mouth. It'll fit your mouth. - This. Oh, shit. It's a habit. I want to be a habit. Something's going to happen. It's going to come out. Something flashing. Yabe-nah this."

"Sassaru, Xaragi, which one!

Heinemarie thumbed up.

"Nice Han!

"Na, Nice Han"

"No? Something doesn't look good...?

"Ki, it's your fault. It's in great shape. Me. If that's what it is. As much as I want to lay down my arms or something."

"Oh, Kisaragi, are you going to get your arms up and down?"

"Ah? Well. I can't help it. Yeah. Pretty much."

"So, will you do it? Huh!

Do it, Bogus.

... No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

For the moment, this guy's cooperation is essential. I'd be in trouble if you didn't see me as a Han.

"More than that, tell me, Heinemarie which"

"Huh!? What?"

"You were ready. What kind of prep do I have to do? With me, Heinemarie, I don't want to leave it to you. Let me hear it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What a blame! Feel it!

"Normal, that's about it"

Ha ha... and laughing, I'm snooping inside.

Don't be more tired than you can imagine, this.

"... so, what do you mean, ready?

"Uh-huh."

Heinemarie drank the liquor all at once and did it, pooh,

"There are several warehouses in Knoll. But, Kisaragi, from the point at which any companion was abducted, eighty-nine, it will be the newest warehouse. Knoll is tightly guarding the warehouse, but the new warehouse doesn't have a lot of storage yet, and it doesn't. Nevertheless, we need gestures. We have to recruit the will to organize an assault squad!

"Ah. Really?

"Come on!

"How many of them?

"You'll need at least ten of them. Huh!

"Hmmm......"

This is getting really big, man.

"Well, don't worry!

Heinemarie slapped Bassin in the left palm with her right fist.

"Knoll is Dwarf's natural enemy. The hearty dwarf is always hungry for Knoll's blood. Ten or so people would get together in no time if we spoke up!

"Oh, um..."

Millilu raised his hand roughly.

Heinemarie glanced at Milliu on the side,

"What the hell, Elf?"

"To what extent is that… dangerous? I mean, if you attack with ten people, is it something you can definitely break through..."

"Ha! This is why the elves hah!

Heinemarie let him shake his head as he sifted.

"Oodle just depended on the influential forest in his battle with the Immortal King, and he barely struck out. Even in the battle of the Boardfield, where our army of Dwarves' Iron Axes was destroyed, you broke your promise to rush to reinforcements and killed many Dwarves."

"Well... that's too one-sided. We tried to send reinforcements, too. But it was stopped by the kings' armies..."

"Whatever you say, Elf couldn't keep his word! That's true! Failure to fulfill is the same as failure to fulfill! Elves don't know the true battle! Fighting is risking your own life! Kill or be killed! Live or die! That's the fight! That's why the battle is hot and beautiful! I don't know..."

Heinemarie pinched her jaw and said in a tone like nothing else.

"There are hundreds of warehouse guards, even if they are quoted as less. If you sweep the temple and attack with about fifteen men, will the sacrifice be half, seven or eight? 50% chance of survival. I don't know, living or dying!

I shrugged in my chest watching Heinemarie's innocent smile.

Forever, strawberries.