-- As soon as the meeting was over, we went to the site to visit the dwarven blacksmithing workshop.

　The workshop is located on a small island just a short distance from the main island of Asropolis, just like the location of the adventurer's garrison.

　Its location was just the opposite of the garrison.

　After passing through an area I had never set foot in before and crossing a short bridge, I was greeted by a scene of dwarf-sized buildings built of earth and stone.

'Amazing. This place is a complete dwarven village.

　Garnett looks around with interest.

　The buildings in Athropolis are basically in the style of remodeling the interior of a large tree, but the buildings on this island were built in the same style as the dwarves' houses on the first level, known as the 'Demon King's Castle Realm'.

It's a place that handles fire, so maybe it was built with fireproof materials. Or maybe they couldn't build a room that was suitable for a dwarf's physique.''
It's just a bunch of dwarves with a hobby.

　A little later than me and Garnett, the brave Ezell and Eddie's sisters and brothers also enter the dwarves' living quarters.

''Whoa!　Only here in the castle of the Witch King!　It's kind of nostalgic!
'It's only natural, since the residents are residents. It hasn't been long enough for me to miss it. For that matter, Commander Luke, which workshop did you say was open to visitors?
Well, I'm pretty sure they're at ......

　You continue to walk down the narrow streets filled with the sound of hammers and the smell of smoke, until you reach the workshop of a craftsman introduced to you by the council.

　He ducked through the entrance, where he couldn't hear what was going on inside unless he bent down, and called out to a dwarf working at the forge at the back.

'Excuse me,'

　No reply.
　Was the sound of tapping on the metal too loud to be heard?

　I can't help it, so I try to raise my voice even higher.

'I'm sorry!'
Shut up!　I can hear you!

　...... We were yelled at unreasonably.

　The dwarf, who seemed to be the master of the workshop, shook his half-human but stocky and muscular body and came toward us with an angry shoulder.

'Get out first!　It's so cramped!

　As I stepped back from my midsection and walked back out of the workshop, the master dwarf walked out with me.

You're the person the council claims to have introduced them to, aren't you? I don't want to do this, but I owe him a debt of gratitude, so I have no choice.
It's a much different feel than the dwarves in ......'s 'Demon King's Castle Realm' ......?

　Garnett gives me an earful as he and the master glare at each other.

　It's a brilliant vicious circle, with the master being forced to stop working and grumpy, and Garnett getting grumpy with such a master's attitude.

'This is rather the nature of the average dwarf. They're stubborn and bold, and they just hate to be slowed down. The reason the dwarves you know are so gloomy is probably because the Demon King's army ruled so harshly.
These burnt iron types are going to lose their nerve over at .......

　When I first saw the dwarves in the Demon King's Castle Realm, I was surprised, too.

　I've been an adventurer for longer than most people, but I'd never seen a dwarf in that kind of devastation.

''Hey, that's the biggest one over there.
...... Is that me?
Yeah. I hear you run a gun store down on the ground.

　The dwarf master unceremoniously gazed at my entire body.

　It's as if he's trying to price us out.

I don't smell like a blacksmith. "I don't smell like a blacksmith," he said.　Then go home. We're not selling any weapons on this island.
Not for sale?　What the hell is that? ......
All weapons are purchased by the council and loaned to the residents as needed. I'm happy to accept private commissions for other products, but not for weapons, because that's a requirement for blacksmithing here. That's a requirement for blacksmithing here.
...... I see, because it's a neutral city with a ban on private fighting, there are restrictions on private ownership of weapons.

　If you ask me, the demons I saw in the town didn't carry swords or anything like that either.

　The only people who were armed were those who seemed to be on guard duty, and the general public was completely unarmed.

　But as there is no sign of confiscation of our, adventurers, and the magical generals Norzuri and Suzuri's gains, it probably doesn't apply to anyone other than those who wanted to settle down as residents.

　Next to me, who is convinced by the master's explanation, Garnett poses a question from another angle.

It's true, we're undisarmed strangers. Does that not change the way we are treated?
'Come on. I'm sure your ancestors who took these conditions weren't expecting people like you to come. Go ask the administrators what's going on.

　Then the master twisted his deep bearded mouth and made a snorting sound.

''But we can't sell our weapons to people who only see them as a commodity.
'Sir Luke is not that sort of person, sir. He may not be a blacksmith, but he's a fine craftsman.

　This time the brave Ezell stepped forward, and with a fearless smile, he unsheathed the sword at his waist, grabbed the middle of it and thrust it at his master's nose.

'Look at this!　This treasure sword has been passed down from generation to generation by the dwarves of the first tier, and when it was completely battered over the years, this Sir Luke has successfully repaired it!
Really?　Then feel free to show it to me. Let's see: ......?

The dwarven master pulled the sword halfway out of its scabbard, looked at it intently, and then his little eyes widened in surprise.

'Well, I didn't think this guy was ...... built like this!　The work of the legendary master craftsman Ivaldi!　I can't believe it's still in such perfect shape ...... No, you said the guy there fixed it ...... I can't believe it.

　Garnett and Ezell saw their master's reaction, and for some reason, they all reacted with satisfaction.

　Behind them, me and Eddie chuckled, 'Why are you bragging about it?

　' (...... And by the way, it's Eevaldi or ......)

　The name Alfazul had mentioned alongside Flaxinus and Gandalf in the vision he had caught a glimpse of just before the battle with the demonic beast Skol.

　Combining the information we've gleaned so far, I could imagine that it was probably a dwarf who lived in an ancient magical civilization: .......

'What is Eivaldi?　Is he a dwarven legend?

　The master answered the question I posed without taking his eyes off his sword.

'Ah, yes. I have heard that he is a master craftsman from the distant past ...... when dwarves lived in the same country as humans. He was a genius who was able to make all sorts of things, not just weapons ...... mmm!

　The dwarf master's eyes widened and he put his face close to the sword barrel, letting out an upturned voice in surprise.

'This shade ...... isn't just steel. Was it like this all along?　Or did you guys tamper with it?

　To notice the difference just by looking at it for a moment, it was indeed a skilled craftsman.

　He didn't seem to have used any kind of ability, so he probably saw through it with his own powers of observation alone.

'Sir Luke remade it into an alloy with mithril when he was repairing it.
What!　Mithril!

　As soon as Ezell explained with a casual pretense, the dwarf master said something that made him doubt his ears.

'Don't tell me you guys are related to people like Agat Ram or something like that!