What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

"Think of what you're going to say!

Lauen laughed spirally.

"He wants to worship His Majesty the Iron Chunk King!? Stupid! Your Majesty will not see those who descend! Even Dwarves say that only a very limited number of people can accept His Majesty's voice directly, but it's kind of at the human minute......!

"No."

Wierich pinched his mouth.

"Whoever defeats Nolking has the right to do so! Looking at past examples, those who have knocked off the Knoll King... Kingslayer should be looking over the curtain and getting compliments, even if he can't conjure up His Majesty's voice!

Heh.

Really?

I didn't know.

Don't tell me what you thought.

I blushed my chest,

"So let the king see you. Hurry up. Whoa. Whoa!

"Ugh...... ugh"

Rowen screwed Veelich, and then he screwed me. Wierich is such an evil person, but a lot of angry Roen.

Either that or these guys, they're somewhat alike. Lowen looks better in his years, so he's surprisingly a mentor or something. Well, Rohen pulled Wierich together, but Wierich didn't listen much, and chased him off the SS, or something.

Well, I don't care about that.

What do we do, SS chief?

But as it turned out, things moved before Rowen made his decision.

I didn't realize until then that the entrance to the Iron Royal Palace, where the Iron Chunk King is located, was more like a terrace above the Great Iron Chunk King Gate, and there were dwarves lined up there as well.

But those Dwarves are not SS. Different. It's not black crumbs, it's red colored with silver to the armor helmet, shield, and red to the mustache.

Suddenly, one of them, a dwarf knitting a long international beard into a complex shape,

"His Majesty the Iron Chunk King will meet Kingslayer......!

He also spoke loudly.

The SS became noisy and Lowen also shook a knitted mustache dwarf.

"The Red Beard Palace...! Is that Your Majesty's will?!? It is not your discretion...!?"

"Of course......!

The knitted beard dwarf, known as the Red Beard Hall, has a long battle axe. The Red Beard poked the floor with its patterned head, dong,

"It is His Majesty's will...! What I don't have to say......!

Lowen looked down and whispered,

"You old fox...... ugh!

And when he threw it away, he waved the sword and gave instructions to SS.

"Make way for him! It is His Majesty's will! Let this man, the Kingslayer, pass through...!

"Let's go."

As I walked, the strawberry stood up in a panic.

Then, whoa... and the hoodie, which was wrapped around the hips of the strawberries, had the knot on her sleeve loosened, fell.

"Ha..."

The strawberry hid the front.

"Ah."

And Milliu hid the back.

"Huh?"

Momohina wrapped her index finger around her neck.

"... mi, have you seen it?

Strawberries asked me that and I was a little confused as to how to answer it, but well... you can't help lying.

"Seen."

Strawberries, cried.

There was an incident like that, but anyway, we were supposed to go around the Great Iron Chunk King Gate and step inside the Iron King's Palace where they said there was an Iron Chunk King.

But, well, iron, iron, iron, iron. I'm just saying, everywhere is iron or steel. Perfectly polished steel plates are stretched out on the floor, on the walls and on the ceiling.

Along the way we were escorted more like criminals than escorted by SS... but when the Red Beard Palace arrived, SS backed down and now surrounded by the luxurious Redneck Dwarves. However, these guys felt so much better than SS, and the Red Beard Palace in particular was so loving.

"Oh, you're the Kingslayer! Wonderful! That's the one with the gun in his hand. Mm-hmm! You think Gotheld's making it there? Of course, I know. We pay close attention to guns, too. As you can see, we Dwarves are in trouble. The Dwarves of old temperament still make up the majority of the battles that spark their lives. For this reason we struck numerous medals in the battle against the immortal king, which frightened them greatly, but as good as war time, this will not be held by the nation until ordinary time! Dwarves, however, are stubborn. Because I am stubborn, my Iron Blood Kingdom is unshakeable no matter what, but the length is exactly the opposite, and if I cut the length, I cut the short and cut the short, I cut the length. It's hard to change. No, you don't have any ideas!

"... would be nice. Don't ever get tired of talking to Bella Bella, Osama."

"Uwahahaha. Exactly. That's probably not the case with Dwarves who are as tall as Noh. Hence Noon is called Axbeld with a long red beard tongue. Naturally, it's a pussy."

"Master Axbeld is a native of the prestigious Bratzod family and is now the Left Minister of our Iron Blood Kingdom."

And Wierich slapped me in the ear.

Left minister means a civilian, not a martial officer?

"Nuhahahaha"

Axbeld laughed and slapped Veelich on the shoulder.

"My Iron Blood Kingdom is an arbitrary country, even when I call it the Left Minister or something. It's just a decoration."

Decorations, huh?

I don't think so, even if I think about it from around the time the SS pulled back slightly.

This Osama has a lot of power in the royal palace. Probably enough to tattoo with SS chief Roen, who leads SS.

You think you have a deep relationship with the king because you're famous for coming out?

Maybe Lowen doesn't. Perhaps he will suppress the king against the backdrop of force.

So, Axbeld is a royalist.

Most likely, it is true that the Iron Blood Kingdom is an arbitrary country. Whatever, it's Dwarf country. In the end, force says things, and that's why Lowen, who holds the SS, is strong. Nevertheless, the king's authority is once and for all, and Axberd is in a position to avail himself of it.

But Osvan the Ship-Eyed said something about the SS, like a coalball bastard. SS is plain hated, or at least, that some dwarves hate SS. For example, you're holding the king hostage or something like that? The kingdom of Dwarves should be quite old, and the king, to some extent, must be respected. Wang, huh?

King Iron Block.

What kind of guy is that?

Lowen said things like, only a very limited number of people can speak directly.

From the name, I imagine a pretty tight dwarf.

I could have asked Axbeld about King Iron Chunk and his people, but I stopped. We'll see each other soon anyway. You can look forward to it.

A row of Kingslayers and Axbelds walked down the long hallway and rode a majestic built elevator ahead.

We descended.

... Don't go down a long way.

"How the hell does this elevator work?"

"A dwarf named Duregge, the great inventor."

Axbeld taught me how to be in a good mood.

"It was over a hundred years ago. Duregge invented a power device called a steam engine. This elevator, which leads between the Iron Chunks, is running on that device. But there's no one to inherit Duregge's trail. His inventions were left, but his technology and his ideas have not been passed on"

"I don't want to."

"Mm-hmm. It's just that Duregue was liked by His Majesty the Iron Chunk of Time, but few of the Dwarves hated it."

"Dwarves are axes, swords, armor. Should we just make them?

"Hey, that's what I'm talking about"

"But King Iron Chunks is progressive."

"No matter how wise His Majesty King Iron Chunk is revealed, we cannot ignore Dwarf's air. My country is basically a national soldier. Even if there are no more than five hundred standing armies under SS, the strength will not be greater than five hundred. If you have to, it's the Dwarves who fight their weapons with their hands."

"I mean, if you turn the Dwarves against your enemies, even the king sucks"

Therefore, Your Majesty, such a foolish imitation shall not be made.

"So you're reading the air. You're trying to be mysterious, and you're trying to authorise the king's very existence."

"I can't get dressed in my teeth."

Axbeld is laughing, but not just his eyes.

On the contrary, I laughed as much as I wanted.

"Don't be so alarmed, Red Beard. I'm a weak person. If you don't care, I can kill you in a second. You don't have to be afraid, you don't have to be anywhere."

Besides, I hold the gun lightly.

No matter how strong you are, if this guy busts your balls out, you're screwed.

"Huh... Huh"

Axbeld laughed really hard this time.

"Fuhahahahahaha. he's an interesting guy. Kingslayer, what's your name?"

"It's Xaragi."

I'm Momohina.

"… Ah, my name is Milliu Mercurian"

"Uh, I'm a strawberry... and you need to even name us...?

Gotheld, Heinemarie, and Weirich, each with a tense face, remain silent.

"Muhaha"

Axbeld doesn't look bad either.

"Kisaragi? Okay, let me call you that. Miss Momohina, Miss Strawberry. Yes, but it sounds like a Mercurian. Are you itching for the Mercurian family, the Seven Swords of Impact Forest?

"... Ah, yes. I, ashamed, am the heir of the Mercurian family…"

"Oh, my God. Do you think the heirs of the Seven Swords keep man and action together?"

Axbeld gave me a meaningful gaze.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

"I'm just a hero."

"Nuhahahahaha! You're a big hero! It's fancy. I'm sure His Majesty will love it."

The elevator stopped and several brilliantly armed dwarves opened the door in front of it.

Axbeld advanced and turned in front of the open door.

"Come now, my beloved King Iron Chunk, Your Majesty will meet you. Your Majesty is a generous man. Kisaragi, please let me know what you think. What, if you're disrespectful, until Noon slashes you and dumps you. Don't worry about it."