Chapter 67
Chirp, chirp.
To the sound of birds announcing the morning…
“It’s done!”
Schmidt’s booming roar echoed throughout the forge.
Startled by the noise, birds took to the sky in unison.
“My ears hurt, Lord Schmidt.”
Schmidt handed the finished sword to Diana, who was covering her ears with both hands.
“Deliver this fellow to him.”
Taking the sword, Diana spoke with a pouty expression.
“Wouldn’t it be better if you delivered it yourself, Lord Schmidt?”
“I can’t.”
Thud!
With that short reply, Schmidt sprawled out on the floor.
“I don’t think I can move a muscle.”
“Get up. You’ll catch a cold if you sleep here.”
“Heh heh heh… It’s dwarf culture to collapse on the spot after finishing a masterpiece.”
“That’s a lie.”
“….”
Despite Diana’s nagging, Schmidt ignored her and drifted off to sleep.
“Phew.”
Left with no choice, she set the sword aside for a moment, grabbed Schmidt by the legs, and dragged him toward the dormitory.
“….”
Hans, who was heading to the vineyard, happened to witness the scene and broke into a cold sweat.
“You’re… you’re not going to bury him, are you?”
Embarrassed by the massive misunderstanding, Diana turned red and snapped back.
“Of course not! Don’t just stand there watching, give me a hand.”
Hans had no choice but to hoist Schmidt onto his back.
Schmidt, who was sleeping with drool trickling down his chin, began to mumble in his sleep.
“…What is he whispering?”
“Wait a second.”
Diana leaned in to listen to Schmidt’s words.
“The name of that sword is…”
