105 - - 76 Attacks of the Saints

--Kkk!　Kung! Kung!　KUNK!

The sound of Mr. Nazary swinging down his mallet echoed through the workshop.

--Go!

Of course, it is I who keeps the flame alive at her side.

After finishing the girls' measurements, Ms. Nazary discussed their wishes with the other dwarves, then left the rest to them and started to make my weapons.

I had thought that she would make all the weapons, but it seems that her specialty is mainly blacksmithing, and other dwarves are better at sewing.

Therefore, the processes other than the important metal parts are left to other dwarves.

But, of course, the people here are all top-notch craftsmen with skills far superior to those of human beings.

I'm sure they'll make the best of it," he said.

"Well, that's about it for now. Oh, and don't stop the flame, okay?　He's in the middle of his life.

"Okay, I understand."

I nodded, and continued to wrap the baboon in flames as I was told to do.

I nodded and continued to wrap the baboons in flames as I was told.

I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited that I was so excited.

The "magic blade sword" that you used before, did you ask a blacksmith in some town to make it for you?

Yes. I asked a man named Leia-san from the martial arts city of Leolinia.

I see. The actuality that you can use the actual sword to make a lot of different types of weapons is not so easy to do. Well done.

I'll pass that on to him the next time I see him. I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear that it was endorsed by the rare genius dwarf.

"Well, I'll be happy to pass it on. If it makes him even more skilled, I'll be very happy.

I smiled at Nazary and asked him about his new weapon.

What kind of weapons are you going to use this time?

I smiled at her and asked her, "And what will your new weapon be like?　But yes, I dare say it will be a weapon that will walk with you.

"A weapon that will walk with me. ......?"

I was tilting my head, wondering what ...... that was all about, when....

Hey!　I know you can hear me, you f*cking saints!　Get your asses out of here or I'm going to smash your whole village to bits!

What?"

Suddenly, a man's yell echoed through the village.

Iguza was unable to move.

Naturally, Arcadia and the others rushed out of the village in place of Iguza, who was unable to move, and saw a man with three white eyes smiling fearlessly and a large, muscular man standing calmly next to him.

Both had human faces, but the man had the arms and legs of a beast, and the big man had two thick horns sprouting from his head.

Oh, they finally came out. Kukkuk, this is going to be a good way to kill some boredom.

Arcadia asked the man, who was smiling happily, holding up his holy spear, "Are you saints after all?

Who are you?　Why do you attack the innocent while you are saints?

I don't know anything about that. I just want to kill some time with this boring shit.

Is that why you attacked our village, you ......?

The man said to Arcadia, who was revealing her anger, in a depressing tone.

I told you, I don't know.　That was our great leader's decision. I don't give a d*mn about the dwarves.

You mean to say that you are not a monolith?

In response to Magmel's question, the big man opens his mouth.

Yes, that's right. So rest assured, saints. We are not here for the dwarves. We have come here today only to test your strength. We are here out of personal interest.

Yes, but why should I believe you? But it's a bit much to ask you to believe that, isn't it?

You are free to believe what you want to believe. You are free to believe or not, but you will deal with us anyway.

The big man said sternly, while Ophir held a sacred axe against him.

Ha, good. I'll take care of you.

Wait, Mr. Ophir!

The first time I saw him, I was like, "Oh, no, I'm not going to do that," he said.

The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing.　Of course you don't have any complaints, do you?　--The saint with the axe.

At Ophir's words, the big man gripped the terrible battle-axe on his back and said, "Of course not.

Of course, Saint of the Axe. My name is Boraios. I am a subhuman of the Minotaur species, and as you say, I am the Saint of the Axe.

--Boom!

「「「「「--?

Despite the fact that he had just taken out his axe, a tremendous wind pressure hit all of us.

But Ophir was undaunted and, on the contrary, smiled and said.

I see!　I am Ophir!　I am the goddess of the wind--the most powerful saint who was raised by Tulbaugh!

With a thud!　Ophir kicked the ground and jumped on Bolaios.

And so the battle between the two sides began.