Mission No.5 A world only for you (3)
“Kaaagh!”
Dvahur, whose expression was terribly distorted, spat in front of Ewald.
“Twohehehe!”
However, with Ewald standing in front of Lafon, who was barely above his waist, with his hand on his green hair and a jingling smile, Dvahur was only swearing at him for the first time in his life, but was unable to rush at Ewald.
This is hostage play.
Dvahur, who was rehashing the bizarre feelings he felt the last time he kidnapped Lafon, roared at Ebalt, shooting eye-lights comparable to those of a beast.
“You mad man, what did you just say?”
“Let’s take care of you for a month or so. Do you need rent?”
“This crazy!”
Dvahur, who had been swearing in an unknown Dwarf language at Ewald, who volunteered to be a tenant, was ready to refuse to move in at any moment.
But as expected, Ewald moved Lafon’s head and smiled refreshingly.
“Break, break?”
“It breaks, it breaks.”
“… If Ohisa-sama does that, it’s troublesome.”
“Ah, was it something like that?”
To Ewald and Lafon, who were performing such skits, Dvahur flashed a fearful look in his eyes, fearing that he would see them in a dream.
Of course, Ewald was not a person to shrink from such a thing, and Lafon was enjoying himself.
“If Ohisa-sama is harmed in the slightest, I will not let her go.”
“That would be up to you.”
Ewald, who had been stroking Lafon’s crown, opened his mouth with a refreshing face.
“Let’s have a drink and talk.”
* * *
“… Really?”
“Really.”
Ewald didn’t quite understand what it was like to serve beer to guests, but Ewald lightly grabbed a bronze goblet full of dwarven beer and gulped down the beer.
“Keuuu, it’s absolutely delicious, isn’t it? What hops did you use, this one?”
“… Answer the question before you shove the glass in your mouth, Ewald.”
“Uh huh, I’m nervous about this, so would you like a beer?”
Ewald grinned so sarcastically that even a person who had nothing to do with the matter would have the urge to punch him in the face.
Dvahur took a deep breath and started staring at Ewald’s face, wondering if he had ever shown such patience in his life.
“I will return Dvahur. That’s my bargaining chip.”
Dvahur’s eyebrows twisted.
‘The Continent’s First Schuheim’, made by his own namesake.
The quintessence of that skill, Shuheim’s Zero Food Dvahur.
The sister aircraft, Shuheim Zero-style Yune, has long since been destroyed by Ewald.
To be honest, Dvahur was tempted to hear that Dvahur, which could be maneuvered and retained its original power, was returned.
Of course, the fact that Ewald stole Schheim was quite disturbing, but it was an offer Dvahur could not refuse.
“Besides that, I’ll take care of the mana management device and other driving devices.”
“… Have you forgotten that we are dwarves, Ewald? How can you try your hand at Schheim…”
“If you’re so confident in magic, do it yourself.”
Dvahur shut his mouth.
That irritating-looking guy has a damn good temper and is like a dog, but his magic skills are still the highest level monster on the continent. When Shuheim was stolen by that human with both eyes open, Dvahur gnashed his teeth when he remembered the image of Ewald blocking the dwarf’s attack with great strength.
“… Are you involved too?”
Turning his eyes to Zelena, Dvahur growled like that.
The whereabouts of Dvahur mentioned when Zelena first entered Kazelheim. His eyes seemed to reprimand whether the answer was this.
But Zelena shrugged her shoulders with her face asking what she was going to do.
“It’s something I don’t know at all. I’m honestly embarrassed too.”
Schheim English. Schheim English.
The desire to split Ebalt into two right now welled up in Dvahur’s heart, but he was also a dwarf after all.
The reason why the dwarf, whose obsession with the territory is morbidly strong, even forgave Zelena, the first human to invade Kazelheim, is the ‘Schheim Spirit’.
Eventually, Dvahur opened his mouth gnashing his teeth.
“… Allow me to move in.”
“Okay, it’s good that you can communicate well.”
“But we have to return Ohisa-sama.”
Ewald thought for a moment. He took Lafon and made a fuss about taking hostages and all, but it’s fake.
Besides, she wanted Lafon to join her unit by his own decision, and she only gave her permission, so Walt was in no position to give it back unless she wanted to.
“Ah, that…”
It was then.
Lafon, who had been quietly drinking her beer, suddenly opened her mouth.
“Geuheuke is a child and fights hard.”
Lafon’s tongue is seriously twisted.
“I’m sorry, my dear.”
“Oh, Ohisa-sama?”
How many sips of something has already started to taste? Ewald carefully looked at Dvahur, feeling uneasy about her extremely vulnerable drinking capacity.
Dva Hur lowered his head with an apologetic face.
“… Hey, this is not what I did.”
“… I know, so shut up, human!”
“Let’s clarify the cause.”
“I told you to shut up!”
“It’s a poem.”
Both of her cheeks turned red, and Lapon raised her eyes, saying that her eyes were wide open, but she was not at all threatening because of her small body and cute face.
Besides, with her tongue twisted, it is uncertain whether her threats will be eaten.
But Lafon continued her blackmail.
“I! Huh? Living for over twenty years! Are you going to live in the basement for the rest of your life?”
Lafon kicked off her drunkenness as she slammed her fairly heavy beer glass lightly on her table.
“Sochiki, last time, something like Usbel was hanging around in Oksang, so you need to kidnap me, huh? That’s when I got kidnapped, huh? I have no strength whatsoever! If you hit that hard, even if her notice is only the size of a pea, huh? Let’s take a little bit and go, huh?”
Dvahur’s white teeth were revealed in the darkness at Lapon’s short horse that burst out.
Even Ewald, who was rarely frightened, felt chills run down his spine at Dvahur’s reaction.
However, the opponent was Ohisa Rappon.
“Hey, debahuh!”
“… Yes, Ohisa-sama.”
“You man, do you look like my little boy?”
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“That, it’s not like that…”
“My dear man, there are far more Shahahahams I have met in the past few days than the people I have met if I lived on this floor my whole life, man. You are doing me absolutely wrong. What kind of ornamental plant am I?”
Who would leave a flower pot in the basement?
“Nohyeon, what, are you going to be like a pet?”
Be a pet
“Shang. It’s only lead. If it’s Schheim or something, I’ll get it too, right? Did you help me?”
In the end, Balt opened his mouth.
“No, Ohisa-sama. I know what you mean, but…”
“What are you better at?”
Laughing madly while holding his stomach, Lafon slammed his elbow on the table and turned his eyes, which had completely opened, to Ebalt.
“Are you living alone?”
“… No, I need to hear you say that.”
In summary, it is Lafon who forced Ewald’s party to abduct him and escaped to the surface because he felt unfair about living underground for the rest of his life.
Ewald, who was on the list of victims in a wide range, smiled bitterly.
Either way, Lafon poured out words with his tongue loose.
“That’s it, man, shake, man. Tell me openly that it will help your unit, man!”
“… Are you short on words?”
Ewald also lightly let go of his spirit.
“What? What are you saying to me!”
“… It’s short.”
Ewald was slowly getting annoyed.
Of course, Lafon, who had let go of his half-glass of beer, was not even paying attention to Ebalt.
“Betsedeus? If he was sealed, he would sneak around a bit. I don’t know how to do it, and I’m going to go to the middle of the day.”
“… Stop?”
Ebalt’s sharp eyes flew at Lafon, who started scratching at the sensitive part.
Dvahur was unable to do this or that and lowered his head, then raised his head in response to the word Beelze Deus.
And Dvahur witnessed Ewald’s terrifying gaze.
“That’s why I’m skinny.”
“OK.”
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ewald lightly grabbed the back of Lafon’s head with his left hand.
At the same time, Ewald moved his slightly softened eyes to Dvahurr and nodded his head, and Dvahurr nodded his head at the same time, not even understanding what the situation was.
And Ewald’s empty right hand grabbed a beer glass overflowing with beer.
“Wooooo.”
“Ooh kok kok kok kok.”
Ewald took the beer mug to Lafon’s mouth and poured the beer into Lafon’s mouth while pressing Lafon’s forehead and nose with his left hand.
“Uh, what… !”
Dvahur stood up in awe at this crazy sight, but Ewald glared at Dvahur with a sharp expression of courtesy and growled.
“Sit down.”
“Korkkok, ukokk, korup.”
Ewald, who had poured all the beer in Lafon’s stomach in less than 30 seconds, put down the beer glass and removed his hand from Lafon’s forehead.
Ewald, who was wiping the beer froth from Lafon’s mouth with a napkin, noticed that Lafon’s face was quickly filled with red energy, and smiled evilly.
And just 5 seconds later, with a popping sound from Lafon’s head,
“Tohusa!”
The bomb exploded.
* * *
“I put it in the room.”
“…”
Dvahuru didn’t respond and looked around with a distorted face.
“I don’t have to worry about dying because I put the kids on it because they might choke while working overtime.”
As expected, it was Dvahur who remained silent.
“Then why are you giving alcohol to a kid who can’t even drink?”
“… Shut up.”
Dva Hur, who had exhausted his strength, let out a sigh of death.
Despite her appearance, Lafon is clearly an adult in her twenties.
Besides, Ohisada.
No matter how much Dvahur is the Meister of the Dwarves, he cannot go against Ohisa, the first daughter of Tosaf.
In her honest feelings, she would feel better if she had to change Ebalt after touching Lafon.
Then, out of nowhere, Dvahur’s mouth opened.
“… I’ve heard of a ghost coming out of Ohisa-sama’s room.”
“It’s not a ghost, it’s probably the drunken person.”
“We should ban alcohol or not.”
“Either way.”
Uninterested in that direction, Ewald nodded her head and sat down in her chair.
Right away, Dvahur sat across from Ewald and started talking.
“So what’s your plan?”
“Rather than what I’m talking about…”
Ewald turned her head to the side and called out to Pionir.
“Listen directly to this friend.”
Staff Fior, who was standing halfway, opened her mouth to Dvahur as soon as she sat down right next to Ewald in a stooped posture.
“Ha, I will sell a trap.”
Dvahur’s eyes sharpened.
“Trap?”
It was the first time he had ever had a conversation with a dwarf at such close range, so Fiorinir looked quite nervous.
“Yeah, yes. Under the circumstances, the guys who stole Schheim will come here. Their purpose is to kill the captain.”
“… I would do well to kill such a monster.”
“Life, you don’t know.”
After lightly passing Dvahur’s words, Ebalt grabbed his hands and moved them near the back of his head.
“So, the guys who stole Dvahur will come to kill this human with Dvahur, so let’s play it backwards, are you talking about this?”
“That’s right.”
“… What do humans do?”
“Speak of racial discrimination later.”
It was expensive, but for now, it was important to come up with a plan to get the Shuheim spirit food back. Dva Hur nodded and opened his mouth.
“So how are you going to dig the trap?”
Dvahur’s gaze returned to Ewald.
Balt opened his mouth with a welcome expression when he glanced at Dvahur’s face.
“Oh, that’s why I’m asking.”
Of course, Ewald was a face that hid a lot of ulterior motives.
“Have any of you ever had a bit of aerial combat?”