What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

King Iron Chunk does not reply. Shut up and stare at me.

Finally open your mouth,

"If you lead the soldiers, will you stop the Knoll Storm?"

"So you're stopping me."

"No guarantee whatsoever, you can't keep soldiers"

"You have my word."

"... what?

"You can trust me. No matter what anyone says, I'll kill Nolking and stop the Nol Storm. Take my word for it. You must be the king. If you decide, you can do it. I don't want to die. Make up your mind to protect the lives of the Dwarves."

"It's not that easy"

King Iron Chunk whispered a slightly thin brow.

"That's a frank thing to do. So let's be frank about the rest. The rest are kings of the Iron Blood Kingdom, but everything remains as it should be."

"Lowen."

"Come on. Especially the martial officers, the soldiers are under Rohen's influence. And you can't give orders that don't exaggerate his intentions."

"Why is he just standing in front of the castle?"

"The Knoll Storm is also a long-awaited festival for some. Some are dissatisfied if they put an early end to it."

"So, the ones in that hand are the Lowens? Finally, Lauen finally moves the SS after he gets tired of making the Knolls rumble to the point of screwing up 20% of all Dwarves and getting tired of the festival for the stupid Dwarves to die. And the guy himself takes the no-king. He gave it a martial name and the stupid Dwarves applauded it. This is his muscle piece."

"That's a good guess. Exactly."

"I don't give a shit. Fire those assholes."

"Can't."

"Can't you mess up the country?"

"Now, if it is the remainder of the duty to heal the kingdom,"

"Isn't that a country that has a people? The people are dying."

"He wanted to die. Few want it."

"What about you? I don't care if the dwarves die like garbage scum like that."

"Before the rest became kings"

King Iron Chunk laid his eyes down.

"As just one girl, I've encountered a knoll storm. No one else knows who King Iron Chunk is. That's how our clan grew up in Ichii, hiding its identity. The rest took their weapons and fought the Knolls. Many dwarves died in front of the rest of us. Some lost their lives to protect the rest of them who were girls. I remember the rest of that sight."

"Hey, you think you're crippled."

I punched myself in the tongue with no patience.

"Then do what you can to stop it."

"Even if the rest commands, Lowen will decide on his obedient abdominal back"

"You mean just pretend to hear it and don't move properly"

"Below SS, the army follows Roen"

"In the end, there's nothing you can do."

King Iron Chunk does not answer. You don't have a heart or you look like you're stuck.

"No evil."

I shrugged my shoulders and laughed.

"I really don't like decorating words. Well, never mind. I can't. I'm not asking you to do anything. If you're not in the army, can you get me to help you?

King Iron Chunk nodded softly,

"As long as the authority of the Red Beard extends,"

"Osama from Axbeld? You can count on him. Enough."

I let him raise one hand. I'm done for. I turned my heel back and tried to get out of the curtain,

"Wait."

and was stopped by King Iron Chunk.

I turned around.

"What. You still got something?"

"Why"

"What?"

"That would have been human. We have an alliance with the Kingdom of Arabia."

"I don't know much about the Kingdom of Alabakia."

"So you're a prostitute."

"I guess I was still an apprentice. Well, I don't care about that. I forgot."

"A human apprentice prostitute tries to stop the Knoll Storm. Dwarves have edges and itches."

"There shouldn't be a lot of reasons to be sorry or sympathetic, so why are we talking about getting that far?

"Come on."

"Ho."

I looked down at King Iron Chunk sitting on the throne.

"So, what? Except for the one that's pathetic or the one that matters because he's a flesh parent. You mean don't save him? Am I supposed to save only my friends, the ones I feel sorry for, the ones I'm with? If there's no big reason. Oh, you mean we shouldn't help someone? Can you walk around the corner and stop asking me what's wrong without just giving him a hand, even if he's in trouble?

"Nothing else, nothing like that"

I stuck my index finger at King Iron Chunk.

"Don't try to measure me by your rules. I move by my rules. If I think I should do it, I'll do it, and if I feel like I should, I'll do it out. Is that plain reason or circumstance, or did you know that? Anyway, I'll stop the knoll storm at my will. Because I want to stop it. See?"

"Wow, okay."

"That one was kinda cute."

"Nah..."

"Oh. That's even cuter when you're blushing like that."

"Hey..."

"You, what's your name?

"Eh... oh, my... the rest, King Iron Chunk..."

"Not your name."

"E, Else Hilda......"

"Dwarves are long - are names predominant? Call me. Hilda, okay?"

"Do, eh..."

"See you, Hilda."

I'm out of the curtain.

I don't know why, but the strawberries are staring.

Wierich, Axbeld, Heinemarie, and even Gotheld, seem to be flashy.

"You're annoying!

Momohina jumped.

"Welcome home"

Milliu bowed politely and welcomed me.

I don't care, if you bow or something, the opium is devastating. Even though I'm used to seeing it, I think it's awesome every time I see it, so that's awesome.

"Ooh."

I answered briefly and slapped Axbeld on the shoulder.

"So, the Red Beard Palace. I took Hilda's word for it. We need your help."

"... calling Your Majesty by that name..."

"Hmm?"

I turned around and looked over at the curtain,

"Hey, Hilda. Why don't you call me Hilda?

Then a while later,

"... forgive"

And I got a reply.

I turned to Axbeld.

"You're right to ask. It's not a problem because he's following me."

"... frightened and unable to say anything"

Didn't I tell you?

"Yes! What is cooperation! As His Majesty explained, Noon can't move his army!

"There are soldiers you can command, aren't there? They're your men in red armor."

"Hmm? Red Beard Squad? Those are the guards of Non..."

"It's like half a private soldier."

"Well, in a nutshell, yes."

"How many are there?"

"It's not comparable to SS or anything like that. Something like thirty people. Very military."

"Thirty?"

I put my arms around it and I thought about it for a second.

"Yeah. That's all. Oh, you can handle it"

Axbeld peeled off his eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Well, I'm sure you're serious."

The plan is more or less clustered in my head. It's easy to do things with SS, but with thirty Dwarves in command, you can do quite a bit of it.

Well, SS. Then the hard part, too, seems like Red Beard could do it. As long as it's convenient over there, I don't need the numbers that much.

"... uuuuu"

Axbeld is holding his head.

"Non may have made irrevocable mistakes. Shouldn't I have let a man like you see His Majesty..."

Idiot.

It's too late.

Sai was thrown.