What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

The knoll storm came to an end.

I hear the number of dwarves killed in this Knoll storm was two or three percent of the entire population of the Iron Blood Kingdom. Still a very unlikely victim, I suppose, but compared to past examples, you think it was a knoll storm where Dwarf didn't die extraordinarily?

Human beings from the outside, that is, this story of me knocking and then knocking off the no queen, quickly spread, but with the use of a flying tool, such as a gun made by a dwarf named Gotheld the Bigot, the reaction was mixed. Some dwarves were angry at me for turning their faces bright red saying that it wasn't "Han," some dwarves said that that was all they should appreciate because even so, it wasn't normal to bust Knoll's balls in this short time, others thanked me for putting an end to the Knoll storm so quickly that my family didn't have to die, and some dwarves were interested in guns.

Whatever, before and after this Knoll storm, the Iron Blood Kingdom changed.

When I say…, is that a big deal? Well, it's going to change, something like that could be a reasonable expression.

There are sixteen survivors of the Red Beard squad. Nearly half of the fifteen died. But these guys didn't just see the power of the gun, they felt it.

There are also a lot of dwarves who have witnessed where we shoot guns and kick knolls.

Until now, it seems that Gotheld would just try and shoot Knoll by himself, but not anymore. Dwarf has learned the power of the gun. If we learn of the existence of so many overwhelming weapons, we cannot ignore them. Dwarves that react to rejection will be hard to come by, but they are dwindling. Even if it takes time, the Dwarves will be able to accept guns.

Before that, the Red Beard, Axbeld, should try to give his children a gun. Gotheld, who aspires to a battle in which his allies will not die, will not turn down the supply of guns. Besides, all the Dwarf men are born blacksmiths. Aside from Gotheld, Dwarves make guns appear. That number will gradually, no, probably increase between looking at it.

What about the SS led by Lowen? How dare you reject guns by weighing tradition? Then the Dwarves with "civilian" guns might start insulting the SS. It is also possible that Rohen will put pressure on King Iron Chunk to ban guns, but Axbeld will be hard against this.

Either way, the Iron Blood Kingdom rocks.

That yuki sounds pretty funny to me, but I don't care.

"Is the wound good?"

And Else Hilda, king of iron chunks, asked me, and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Does it look good?

"No."

"No, it's pimpy. How about you, Hilda?"

"My head hurts when I think ahead"

"Don't cry. You're the king of this country."

I was across the street from Hilda in the curtain between my eyes.

That's right. I've spent the last few days relaxing at Gotheld's house, sightseeing the blacksmith work, drinking with the dwarves I've known, playing with and doing temudgins outside the kingdom, and all of a sudden Axbeld came and called me to the royal palace.

Well, I thought it might be a good time.

A lot of Dwarves are critical of me, but once we're friends, Dwarves are good guys. Most dwarves don't have a back surface, and even if you have a beating fight, refreshing it, you'll slap him on the shoulder without rotting behind you and laugh. Anyway, it's all that stuff, so I know all the bad intentions that can be directed at me. Face to face, you don't like it, you don't like guns, but you're brave, I admit it, you don't hate Dwarves who say it. Much more comfortable than the Elf City of Arnotu or something, and I liked it here all the time.

That's not why I'm staying permanently. I'm not even going to stay long.

I can't seem to settle in one place. My place is here with me. Just saying it's here is enough for me, and the country, the homeland, even the house, doesn't seem to be necessary for me. Sit somewhere all the time. I just thought about it that way and I can't help but get my butt slightly itchy.

"Or"

And I laughed lightly at Hilda.

"Will you stop, my king? Get out of here and go far. If there's anywhere to go, I'll take you."

Hilda stares at me a little. You look surprised. Maybe I've never even thought about quitting the king. I guess you don't even think you can do that. The king's position is heavy and hard to move. Even if I don't want to do it and I'm not doing it, I can't throw it.

But really?

"What's up, Hilda"

"... what?"

"I'm asking. Quit being a king and go somewhere. I'll give you a hand if you want to."

"Why"

"Huh?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Funny, isn't it?"

I answered instantly.

"I'm sure a lot of them will come after us. If I take you away. Imagine that. It's fun."

"annoying"

"I'm having fun. I don't think it's annoying."

"Dangerous."

"What's wrong with that? You kept your mouth shut, you might get screwed today. Danger rolls everywhere. If you care, you can't live funny."

"Funny, crazy, huh"

Hilda nagged.

It was so beautiful in that way, but it also looked like just a soggy girl.

"I've never thought of the rest that way"

"You should think about it."

"You don't know the king's duty."

"Oh, I don't know. So what. I say what I want, and I do what I want. If you want to stop me, stop me. Well, I'm not gonna stop."

"That was...!

Hilda looked up.

He wants to sue me for something. Or do you want me to know?

If you want me to understand, you can talk. You can expose it at all.

Hilda, but can't you?

Turn around.

"... praise and reward you for your accomplishments. If there's anything you want, try again. And the rest shall fall upon the rest of the throne."

I, uh, snorted.

"So you called me."

"Come on."

"Right. Then give me your watch."

"... clock?

"Oh. Dwarves make exquisite watches. It doesn't have to be the finest, so get the best ones there... right, just the right number to carry them on horseback"

"Is such a thing okay?"

"Finally, if you introduce me to the craftsman who made the watch, there's nothing to say."

"That's not a problem. Let Axbeld arrange it."

"Do that."

"Something else"

"None"

"... let's do it"

Hilda faintly laid her eyes down.

"That's all you need to reward"

I walked to the throne and took Hilda's hand.

"But hang on a little bit"

"Huh."

"Here, stand up."

"Eh."

A Dwarf daughter's woman, who had refrained from obliquely behind the throne,

"Eh, hey."

shouted.

I caught Hilda's hand.

"Let's go."

"Yes, I'm coming."

"Come here."

"Oh, my God."

"Fine."

I took Hilda outside the curtain. The Dwarves, the women of the escort, are in a hurry. I made them laugh.

Drag Hilda, run.

"No, no, xaragi......! The rest...!

"Who decided to do that"

Who said that?

"Are you sure? Is that a lesson? Same? You found out!

"Ma, wait...!

An escort, who was taken aback, comes after him.

But we're already trying to get out of here.

Let me open it.

And I whisper, Hilda turns her eyes,

"Or open the door......!

The gate opened.

When I got out, there were Axbeld and the Red Beard Squad, and then the strawberries and Momohina, Milliu and Heinemarie that followed me.

"Nah..."

Axbeld opens his mouth in heaven. One of the Red Beard Squad,

"... no way..."

and groaned.

Right. These guys never saw Hilda's face, did they?

"Xaragi!

Strawberries hung their eyes. Somehow, I felt like I found out what I was trying to do.

Momohina stuck her index finger all over her.

"Ho?

"Dear Xaragi, what... Huh!?"

Milliu is wandering.

Heinemarie seems to be staring at Hilda more than I am.

"Well, relax"

I gently pulled out the Mithrill knife Milliu gave me when it was and stuck it in Hilda's neck.

"So don't interrupt."

"Ki, you...... heh!

Axbeld's face turned bright red.

I'm stiff. Let Hilda walk slowly. We'll ride the elevator alone, and when it starts to rise, it's ours. I pulled the knife.

"Surprised?

"... su, just a little"

"Right."

"Or don't get me wrong. I didn't even think of fine dust that might do more harm."

"Better than that, you see, that Axbeld tula"

"Seen."

Hilda shrugged small.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Better that way."

"Huh. What?

"It's cuter to laugh like that."

"Or rather. Kawah......"

The elevator stopped.

I pulled Hilda's hand and ran up the ramp hallway.

The guards. They see us. They don't know Hilda's face. What are these guys, they look like, they just, like, always think this guy's, like, a little bit, you know? Whatever, Hilda is too beautiful. It's not just how I saw it. or so, no one can be sure. On second thought, it's hard to come to the conclusion that our own king runs through the royal palace holding hands with humans.

"This, when you run so much, you sweat!

"Call, call! Kakima!"

"So, but embarrassing!

"Ha ha!

"Hey, what's wrong!

"Funny, funny! How about you!

"The rest... I...!

Hilda laughs.

Glittered, laughed.

"Me too, fun!

We jumped the royal palace.

Hilda, who at first also occasionally had her legs pulled, is now firmly on its footing.

Dwarves working on steel stop and look at us.

What is it? Some female dwarves jump out of the house.

Dwarves who know me speak up.

Each time I waved at him.

"Where are you going!

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know, because I... never even thought about it!

I'm going outside.

Run.

We run.

The Great Iron Fist Gate is almost here.

Beyond it, the clear sky stretches everywhere.

"Wow......!

and Hilda brought her voice.

I was distracted by the blue sky, and my footsteps may have gone away.

Hilda relaxed.

I stood by Hilda's body.

I tried to let go, and they hugged me.

"Xaragi"

"What?"

"Thanks"

"Are we good here?"

"It's okay here. So far."

"You're not quitting the king."

"I won't quit. I will not throw this country."

I held Hilda back.

"They're happy in this country."

"... I hope so"

"Absolutely."

"Also, come anytime. I'll keep the door open for you."

"Someday."

"Please."

"I'll be back"

I can hear Axbeld. And the voice of a strawberry. Me and Hilda laugh.

Temuzin came running with his hooves and he had to nod at me.

Come on, we're traveling.