What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

There was a place behind a room like a majestic, vast corridor made of steel that was staged high, and it was covered with something like a curtain.

Apparently there's a room beyond that too, but King Iron Chunk is sitting on the throne sitting in the curtain...

Anyway, it's a pretty fine curtain, there's a big chair inside that looks like a throne, and all I know is that someone's sitting there. Even if the kid sits a little down on the throne, he'll have to wonder if that's the king, if he says, heh, yeah.

In front of the curtain stands two tidy lady dwarves wearing sparkling armor helmets.

Then a little bit, is there someone behind the oblique side of the throne as well?

Because the voice directly said something like this, King Iron Chunk doesn't speak directly, and another one may be the mechanism to speak for him.

Between the sights are the Iron Chunk King-like, and the Probable Proxy by the Throne, Dwarf, the Decorative or Protective Woman, and all that is left is me, Figs, Momohina, Milliu, Gotheld and Veelich, then Heinemarie, and then Axberd. Axbeld's men didn't come in. Even though it seems like it would be nice to be buried in the soldiers of the escort during a fairly wide glance, it is idle.

You mean you can't go in there.

The vast majority are not even allowed to enter here.

It was a little surprising to me that Dwarf's temper had been shown so much.

Better than a king pulling cages and selling rarities like this, "What do you say! I'm strong, you're too strong, you're too fucking strong. - To me, you bastards! Follow me, motherfucker! Kings like" I feel more suited to the Dwarves.

She's also a deep-window maid.

As we proceeded, the guard woman Dwarf raised her hand. Stop there, it seems.

I could have ignored him, but Axbeld stopped and knelt down, so I stopped, too.

Everyone, except me and Momohina, is on their knees.

"Huh?

Momohina seems surprised.

"Kisaragi, you're so tall."

and Axbeld told me to threaten him with a low voice.

I don't care.

"Wu......"

Axbeld seems angry. Stand up and hold my head down. But I want you to kneel. Well, I can't stand in front of the king, I'm a little lost. Is that the place?

"Good."

And there was a voice from across the curtain.

It's a woman's voice. Is she the spokesperson's woman?

But Axbeld's looking weird. staring at the curtain with a dazed eye,

"... oh, my God"

or whining.

What...?

"You're the one who beat Knolking."

Another woman's voice just now.

Somehow - moist, then well through, good product, comfortable listening, good voice if you do. That's right, I didn't think there was just the king's spokesperson... anymore.

Given Axbeld's attitude, this is probably not the voice of a spokesperson.

So whose voice is it?

"You're the King of Iron Chunks."

I laughed softly.

"I didn't know Dwarf's king was a woman."

"Refrain, Xaragi!

Axbeld yelled, but I ignore.

"I've missed you. What about you? Can I help you?"

"If I had hoped that there would be no time left, I would not have come to the rest."

"Right. So, what do we do? Which one do you want first? I don't care either way."

"... xaragi! You!

Axbeld's face is so bright red that he can't beat his mustache anymore. It's going to jump again.

"I say we have more than enough, Red Beard"

And when the king of iron, he lay flat on his feet,

"Ha, ha!

Momohina, who saw it, cuddled her index finger,

"Hey, snarky"

"What?"

"What am I supposed to do? Should I sit down?

"Whatever you want."

"Uh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

Momohina sat down for a while.

That's where I kneel, not sit. Well, okay. Momohina.

Then across the curtain, there was a sign that the king would laugh. It was really slight, but definitely.

So I became interested in King Iron Chunk at the top.

She is the king of Dwarves, but a woman, with an obedient name, with a somewhat good voice, and laughs at Momohina's actions.

What kind of guy is that?

"Humans, come closer"

said King Iron Chunk.

"... well, that's... Your Majesty!"

Axbeld changed his blood phase again, and he said he stopped it, but he couldn't. We must obey the king's will.

I left my gun in Gotheld and approached the curtain.

The one who was diagonally behind the throne in the curtain walked up and held up a piece of the curtain. He's also a woman, a lot more leisurely for a dwarf. When it comes to human standards, it feels like a 12- or 3-year-old brunette girl. She is wearing thin clothes.

"Please, you can't come in here"

"Oh."

I walked into the other side of the curtain from there.

The moment I saw the throne, my breath stopped.

Fine, but too boneless a throne. Maybe that's because the king sitting on that throne is luxurious.

Dwarf, the woman of the spokesperson, is so beautiful, but the king was of a different character.

Her hair is silver. Glittering silver. Blue eyes. Blue eyes shining light like gems. My skin is white. Clearly white. I'm not a poet. So I don't have the words to properly describe the beauty of the king. All I can say is, it's different. The body is small, the face is small, but the eyes are big. Even though my nose and mouth are small, I have a presence. Doesn't look like she's wearing makeup. Yet, it looks like an eyeshadow is painted. Your lips are incredibly clean and thin red. Overwhelming. Beautiful, is that just how you get overwhelmed sometimes? I've never known it before. Suddenly I understood. I don't know if the kings of history have done so, but it is only natural that the Iron Chunk King now before me is "hidden" in this way. I would hide it. I just have to hide it. If you don't, they'll steal it. When I find out there's a woman like this, I want everyone. Those who have power will come to take it. Take care, King Iron Blood. Keep it deep in the Iron Blood Kingdom. It is best to do so. We have to do that.

"I'm glad you did."

Seeing this voice coming out of this woman's lips strikes me again with tremendous emotion. I'm just so impressed that this woman is talking.

"I don't know what to do."

I lay my eyes down a little. Not good if you see this woman properly.

I walked slowly to the throne. Weird. I can't get my feet on the ground.

Breathe. I secretly took a deep breath so that King Iron Chunk wouldn't notice me.

"You're the King of Iron Chunks."

After I said it, you said the same thing earlier, I thought. Shit. You're not like me.

King Iron Chunk nodded slightly.

"Come on. The rest is King Iron Chunk. Oh, my God, what a name."

"It's Xaragi."

"If I were you, I'd call you Xaragi."

"It's an honor."

... an honor, you say?

I wanted to punch my tongue. I wish I did, but I'll be patient. How can I keep me away? Can I think of King Iron Chunk as a potato? It is noble and beautiful for a potato. If you're such a potato, fight it. But I want to eat it.

No, you can't.

I'm totally freaking out.

"King Iron Block."

"Something"

"Hands out."

"... don't get on with it, Xaragi!

You missed it, Axbeld shouted.

I look up. See the Iron Chunk King properly. Rubbish. Surprise. I want to get down on my knees. I want to kneel before this woman and swear allegiance. If this woman can treat me as a subordinate, I don't need anything else. Of course, I'm temporarily lost. I know that, but the beauty of King Iron Chunk holds the power to only induce such a loss of mind.

King Iron Chunk silently gave him his right hand.

I'm on my way and I'm trying to grip it. I had a hard time gripping it. Can I touch you? Isn't that unacceptable? Me and the candlestick suffered from a tremendous grip. It's awe-inspiring.

But I waved it.

I shook the hand of King Iron Chunk.

It was such a slippery hand that I didn't think it belonged in the world, no fine scratches, a little limp, a hand that made me think there would be nothing more handy.

That said, it's the hands of a bloody creature.

When I put my strength into my own hands, I also put a little strength into the hands of King Iron Chunk. The expression was also too subtle but changed. I was satisfied and let go of King Iron Chunk's hand.

Stare straight at King Iron Chunk.

King Iron Chunk looked back at me too.

Indeed, my chest is so beautiful that it trembles. Makes me want to take it. I can't wait to.

That's just it. I'm the one who thinks King Iron Chunk is beautiful, and I want to take it from a woman like this, I can't wait to want it, and I still wouldn't do that. I'm staying me.

"King Iron Block. I killed one Nolking. But I can't stop the knoll storm. There must be another Nolking. I'll shut him down and stop the knoll storm. The one who wants to die can die on his own. I don't want to die. I don't want to wind up with him. Under your authority, give me command of the army. I'll put a piece on it and finish it."