The reception room of Liselle's Armory.

　After waiting for a while, two new customers knocked on the door and entered the room.

"Hey, isn't that Brett and the others?

"What are you guys doing here?

　One of them was a Dwarven armorer named Galdon, as I had heard.
　But the other one was more unexpected.

"Ur ......?　What are you doing here?

I'm not sure why you're here, Rio.　We went to Galdon's place and ended up coming here.

　The one who appeared with Galdon was Uru.

　With this, the four of us, Liselle, Galdon, Uru, the clerk from Liselle's armory, and the black-clad bodyguard were in this room, making it a very chaotic situation.

　Seeing the chaos, the master of the place, Liesel, clapped her hands and took charge of the situation.

I don't know what's going on here, but please save the friend meeting for another time. So, Mr. Galdon. What can I do for you?

　Liselle asks Galdon in an indifferent manner.

　I'm sure you're not the only one who has a problem with that.
　Then he said in a very embarrassed tone.

Ah, you see, ....... I have a favor to ask of you, Lizel, the chief craftsman of the Lizel Armory.

　You'll be able to see a small tremble in Liesel's eyes.

　You can see a hint of agitation in the elf's eyes, but Galdon was looking away from Liselle and didn't notice.

What is it? I don't think I've ever heard Mr. Galdon call me 'head craftsman' before. You usually call me 'chick' or 'vixen', don't you?

　Liesel said nervously.
　I wonder if she was very happy to be called that.

　In the event you're not sure what you're looking for, you'll be able to find it on the web.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea. I don't care what you call me,......!

"Well, yeah. I'm not sure what you're talking about. You're here to ask me for something, aren't you?

I know what I'm doing!　Don't rush me, you little fox elf!

There he is, the usual one!　Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

"Mggggggg ......!

　I'm not sure if I should call it a "dog-eat-dog" relationship, or if I should call it a barren argument between two tsundere.

　It's a good idea to take a look at the website and see if you can find anything you like.

　Rio tugged at the hem of my clothes.

"Hey, bro, this is .......

"Shh, Rio, be quiet. I'm in the middle of something.

　I put my index finger to Rio's lips and he blushed a little and nodded his head.

"Wow, index finger kissing .......

It is a matter of debate as to which is better, ...... or indirect kissing.

　Iris and Maifa were saying something incomprehensible again.

　What is index finger kissing?
　I've never even heard of it.

　While we were doing that, the dwarves and elves were having a tsundere battle.

"Hmph. I'm sure you've heard of it, but I'll tell you again.

"Yes, yes. I'll tell you again.

Hmm. Oh, ...... that's right, ...... you're good at making trinkets and armor, aren't you?

Well, yes. Well, yes, I'm rather good at it, but so what?

You can't listen without stirring things up, you fox!　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing.

　I'm sorry.
　Galdon, the tsundere red corner, finally said it!

　And while I was going through the motions in my mind, Galdon continued.

I've taken on more work than I can handle. But I promised this girl I would finish it at all costs. Now that the dwarf has made a promise, it must be kept at all costs.

　With that, Galdron tapped Uru on the shoulder, who was standing next to him.
　Uru makes a coy bow to Liselle.

We have less than three days before the deadline to complete it. We can no longer afford to be complacent. Liesel, I need your help. Please, I'm begging you!

　Gardon then bowed deeply to Liselle.
　Uru, who was standing next to her, also said, "Please! who was standing next to her, said, "Please!" and bowed just as deeply as Galdon.

　In response, Liselle...

"Yes, yes. I understand. If you ask me so much, I can't say no. They're asking me because of my skills as the 'chief craftsman'. I can't help it. If they insist, I can't refuse as a craftsman~.



　He accepted Galdon's request in a very pompous way.

　Incidentally, when she said that, the elf girl's face was loose and relaxed.
　Her face was filled with happiness.

　I saw that and thought, "I see.

　Liselle had probably always wanted someone, especially Galdon, to recognize her as a "craftsman" rather than a "trader.

　When I think about it, Liselle seemed to be very conscious of the quality of her own armor from the first time I met her.

　When I recognized the quality of the armor she made with my [Connoisseur] skill, she seemed quite happy, and even seemed to like me for that reason alone.

　She seemed to be obsessed with salesmanship and visual design, but the real me that she wanted me to see was not there.

　Liselle half-heartedly asks Galdon.

"But, Mr. Galdon. But Mr. Galdon... You always call me 'a child,' so why did you think of asking me for help?　I'm not sure why a top-notch craftsman like Mr. Gardon would need to rely on a 'chick' like me.

I'm not sure what to say. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you need to do to get it.　I'm sure you already have the most experience and knowledge in this city when it comes to making trinkets and clothing armor.　You think my eyes are blind to the skills of the craftsmen, you underestimate me!

What?　If that's the case, why didn't you say so from the beginning?　That's why you dwarves!　I thought you didn't approve of me as a craftsman at all!

"So what!　It's a good sign that you're a novice craftsman if you're concerned about what others think of you.　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

It's a good sign that you are a novice craftsman!　This is why Mr. Gardon is not recognized by the world, even though his skills are top-notch...

　I'm not sure what to say.
　I'm sure you've heard of it, but I'm not sure if you have.

　Yeah, I've seen this scene before.

　But the two seemed to be having a good time, even though they were arguing with each other.

　Seeing them together, I was sure that I could leave the production of the necklace to them.