The Returned Sword King Decided To Become a Tyrant chapter 30

dwarves (2)

next day.

Likewise, Surt, who went to the office, was horrified by George’s words.

“what! Do you mean you have a schedule today?!”

“Yeah, what… … That’s how it happened.”

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schedule after schedule.

Another schedule after that schedule.

For some reason, that first prince was never attached to the office.

“… … I’ll get it right now. 1 When the prince returns, please send me a message.”

“Only trust me.”

“… … .”

not good at talking

Surtur had to reluctantly agree.

However, it was the same with them that they were busy without even opening their eyes.

“Wait, boss!”

“What is it!”

The voices of the clan heard as soon as they returned to the annex.

As expected, the content was difficult enough to make my head thump.

“Scholars who will investigate the ecology of the clan are coming soon!”

“also?!”

“And then straight away the wizards come…” … .”

“This, this… … !”

Surt cupped his forehead and sighed.

Certainly, the handling was better than when I was stuck in my clan’s village.

Being treated as an accessory of a kingdom for sure. What could be better than living in that cramped space and not being able to die?

However, receiving such treatment and liking it is only for a day or two.

For several days already, he had been repeatedly called around under the pretext of interacting with humans.

‘Even if it was possible to work at a forge, there would be less complaints… … .’

I started to think that this situation, which was surprisingly luxurious, was increasingly annoying and uncomfortable.

What was more frustrating was that it was something that the clan couldn’t stop doing if they didn’t want to.

“Is there no choice but to wait for the nest to be ready soon…?” … .”

Had I known this would happen, I would have carefully decided the terms of the contract.

Surt closed his eyes as he recalled the contract he had made in the village.

“Captain!”

That night. Returning to the annex after the exchange, Surt averted his gaze from the gaze of his family members who were waiting for him in the garden.

It was because they were eagerly hoping that the blacksmith’s work would be resolved.

Surtur, who had never even received a permit, had no face to show.

“I’m sorry.”

“… … .”

Realizing the meaning of that action, the Dwarves sat down.

Now, even the benches in the garden are beginning to look like workbenches.

… … And there was one gaze looking at those dwarves.

“… … It’s called such a situation. On the surface, the dwarves are not the only ones dissatisfied.”

“Stupid bastard.”

Count Balmons sneered and stroked his chin.

It’s like getting a legendary being called a dwarf and leaving it in the annex?

Thanks to that, the existence is naturally melting into the kingdom, but if this happens, it will be worse than not bringing it.

“You’re advertising to appease them.”

The count’s smile gradually deepened.

In any case, it was a welcome thing for them. Although they said they prepared thoroughly, weren’t the dwarves unknown anyway?

You don’t know when or how you might go wrong, so if there was even the slightest possibility, nothing bad happened.

“Then let’s go soon. Get your things ready.”

“Yes, I understand.”

So Count Valmons and his entourage took something and headed for the annex to the west.

* * *

Surt narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person who came to him without a promise.

“I am Count Gillian Balmonts, serving His Excellency Duke William.”

The noble who came with Wen’s subordinate introduced himself as a count.

Behind the aristocrat, a keg of beer brought by a subordinate caught my eye. It seemed that he had learned that the clan liked beer and had rushed to the airlift.

Surtur reluctantly opened his mouth.

“I am the leader of my clan, Surt.”

“… … Nice to meet you.”

Count Balmons’s eyebrows twitched slightly at that rude and arrogant tone.

However, the fact that even that was a little better, the Count had no way to know.

“So, why did you come to visit your clan?”

“Oh, actually, I heard the news flowing from inside the palace.”

“News?”

“I heard that you are having trouble because the permission to use the forge has not been issued.”

“… … Hmm, yes.”

When Surt expressed his doubts, the Count said.

However, Surt continued to speak with a confused expression.

“But what does that have to do with the reason you came?”

“To treat dwarves and not to anyone else like that? Will that be enough?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please look at this.”

The Count took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to Surt.

When Surt accepted and confirmed it, Count Balmons’ eyes flashed.

“As a brief addition, this is a document that is used not only in Esteban, but throughout the continent.”

“You seem to be transferring ownership of the mine, am I right?”

“That’s right.”

Certainly, there was a sentence in the contents that the ownership of the mine was transferred.

But the target was the problem. The object of transfer of ownership was none other than Surtur himself.

Looking at the silent Surt, Count Valmons spoke triumphantly.

“His Excellency, whom I serve, wants to establish a relationship with the Dwarves beyond peace. This is just proof of that.”

“… … .”

At those words, Surtur remembered the contract he had shared with the first prince.

land to be their home. The condition that 3% of the amount mined in the mine there will be transferred.

Surt checked the papers once again.

… … It was clear that the entire ownership of the mine was to be transferred.

“If you do this, what will you gain?”

“A profit?”

“Isn’t there an intention in coming and handing it over?”

From the recipient’s point of view, it was quite natural.

But Count Valmons only shook his head and smiled kindly.

“hahahaha, please don’t misunderstand. His Excellency just thought it would be difficult to see the foolish nobles’ behavior as it is.”

“… … .”

“The nobles, including Prince 1, are trying to send you to a land of nothing. It’s a place called Galderd Plain, but it’s literally an empty land with nothing but dirt and grass. But who are the dwarves? Aren’t they masters of metallurgy called blacksmith fairies?”

What would happen if those dwarves went to Galderd Plains?

The Count was saying that just now.

“They continue to neglect the Dwarves without knowing their true worth. That is why the royal palace does not permit the use of the forge.”

“Then what will happen if we take the mine?”

“I will give you full ownership of the mine and the land around it. That would be the best place for the dwarves to demonstrate their abilities.”

“… … Right.”

The conclusion was to come to their land instead of the plains of Galderd.

Just listening to the story, it was surprisingly good conditions for the Dwarves.

After all, how can you not like being told to use your abilities as you please?

In addition, the condition was also the difference between 3% and all, so it was natural to be surprised.

“Oh, of course, unlike them, we will also build a forge.”

“… … .”

“Rather than that, how about a light drink while we talk? It’s a high-quality beer imported from the South, so it will suit your taste.”

“… … Hmm.”

The count, who only thought the meaning of the silence was affirmative, ordered a subordinate to bring a beer keg.

Before long, he started pouring the beer vigorously to the point that it foamed over the huge glass.

The beer keg had been treated with magic, and the beer in the glass felt cool as if it would freeze at any moment.

The Count smiled and passed the glass to him, and as soon as Surtur received the glass, he drank it and said various things.

It was then.

“Do you know about fairies?”

“yes?”

The Count expressed his doubts at Surt’s disorganized voice.

But that was only for a moment.

“hahahaha, don’t people call dwarves ‘forge fairies’? The fairies in the legend have a role to help the hero, so it probably literally means a lot… … .”

“I’m not asking that.”

“… … .”

“Well, I thought you didn’t know.”

widely!

Surt set the glass of beer down on the desk.

Then, as if explaining, he began to speak.

“The reason why dwarves are called blacksmith fairies is because they literally have the blood of fairies. The fairies are the starting lineage of the different races you are talking about.”

“… … ah.”

“And if he had known that, he wouldn’t have done this rude thing to me.”

“yes… … .”

In an instant, that gaze fell coldly.

Anxiety suddenly passed through the count’s mind, and Surt opened his mouth in a low voice.

“You have committed three offenses to us dwarves in that short time.”

“Uh, what is that… … .”

“first.”

Clink!

“… … !”

A glass of beer shattered to the floor with a loud noise.

Not only the subordinate, but also the count, seemed to have forgotten what to say at the sight.

In the silence, Surt’s voice rang out.

“Beer is something you drink only to enjoy the silence. So it is a great insult to my people to talk over beer. It’s not that different from people who say that a conversation with the other person is meaningless.”

“… … .”

“second. Dare to patronize them, talking nonsense about building our forge.”

The forge was the pride of the dwarves.

It was possible to borrow someone else’s smithy, but saying that someone else would build one’s own smithy was the same as ignoring their spirit.

“And the third.”

Finally, Surt’s eyes filled with anger.

“The thing that lured me into breaking the covenant of the sacred fairies.”

“What are you talking about? I’m fine… … .”

“Yeah, you don’t know. But you don’t need to know. From now on, you are no longer part of our clan.”

“… … !”

There were times when he was greedy beyond his means, but that didn’t mean he was stupid.

Wasn’t he the captain of the Dwarves who devoted himself to his clan anyway?

Rather, the situation at that time was more like a psychologically unstable situation, and now that I had to take responsibility for the safety of my family in a foreign country, I was trying to maintain a more calm state.

So he could know.

That the gaze sent by the man in front of her was not benevolent at all.

The fact that in the distant past, the eyes of the people who served them were like that.

Conversely, it was not the first prince.

“The reason I chose the man called Prince 1 wasn’t just because he saved our family.”

He was a man who did not lie in the slightest word.

The words that I will never make you a slave.

Those words that will give you a fair price along with freedom.

“Because now I trust that he will not lead us astray, even though he may torment us.”

Even though it was Surtur himself who tried to take advantage of that fact, now that he had shared the fairy contract, he knew that fact more than anyone else.

“We’ll take care of the clan’s affairs, so get out of here. Let’s never see each other again.”

“Oh no, one more story… … .”

“I was told to turn it off.”

“… … .”

The Count was kicked out while hearing such an incomprehensible sound.

In that brief moment, the anger Surt felt was just as great.