Dream Life

The night of October 24, 318, Tria history.

Information was brought to Ars, king's capital of the Kingdom of Kaum, that the village of Rasmore had been raided.

The information received was communicated by Sim Marron, a servant of the Lockhart family, to the Black Steel Knights of Barbezy, that a group of more than a thousand undead suddenly emerged from the Aquila Mountains.

The information plunged the Royal Palace into havoc.

The Aquila Mountains were an iron-walled jetty for the Kingdom of Kaum to defend its country from the Devil's Land Eternal Darkness (Kwaedam Tenebre). The fact that we have broken through that defensive wall is a major security issue in our own country, and we need to rethink our defence plan as soon as possible.

But the cause of the confusion was not about such a future (...).

There was an imminent existential crisis just around the corner.

The information brought about by the decree was immediately communicated to the Blacksmith Guild. Due to the seriousness of the information, Ulrich Drexler, the chief craftsman, immediately decided to hold an emergency general meeting, which in just thirty minutes brought together representatives of all the workshops and held consultations.

And the future policy was also adopted in a very short time and by further unanimity.

The decision taken at the emergency general meeting was very concise.

That only means "willingness to rescue the village of Rasmore”.

“Willing," I mean, all the Dwarves blacksmiths in Ars, no, Dwarves across the Kaum kingdom have decided to head to Rasmore village for rescue.

The Dwarves immediately returned to their workshop and began to prepare for their departure. They were thinking of moving through the night because they could see things even in the dark.

And the master craftsman himself takes the lead on it.

Wearing heavily built steel protective gear to see where it was removed from, packing food into a large backpack, he headed to the castle gate with his young disciples in charge of the large hammer "hammer" to be used for blacksmithing.

But it is already late at night, and the castle gate is tightly closed. Normally it would not be opened until the dawn of the following day, and permission from the Royal Government was required to open the door.

The knight in charge of the gate is surrounded and bewildered by the murderous dwarves who rise to hundreds.

I can't open the door horribly on my own, nor can I get rid of it in such a high-pressure manner that my opponents are the heavy towns of the blacksmith's guild and deal with the general public.

Immediately I turn to the royal palace for instructions, but the incompetent king was only bewildered by a similar request for instructions to scream.

Only sloppy time passes without being able to give specific instructions. In the meantime, information about the trends of the blacksmiths is passed on one after the other, and the Royal Palace finds itself in even more confusion.

The king, unable to find a solution, called Queen Katrina to the office because it was a blacksmith guild tangled case.

"What can I do?"

To the king's pitiful voice, the queen answers with a resolute expression.

"We must not block the Dwarves from going. We order you to open the door immediately. Before the blacksmiths' anger turned to the royal family."

The king still didn't snort right away.

"Wouldn't the blacksmiths be gone? Marquis Shergold said that if our guild is gone, our country must not stand, nor let the blacksmiths go free..."

The Marquis of Shergold, nearby, supplements the king's description.

"Wouldn't the Dwarves settle in the name of rescuing the village of Rasmore if we let them go like this? Even at the Dwarf Festival earlier, there has been an unprecedented absence of the chief craftsmen for a long time."

The queen was frightened in her heart. I don't know what they're trying to say, but given the current situation, it's clear that we can't afford to worry about it. The queen realizes that any explanation to these two is futile.

"It won't be like the blacksmiths walking away. No, I won't let Me!

I forcefully proclaimed and tried to reassure the kings.

But nevertheless the king continued to be indecisive, so the queen declared, "I will deal with it responsibly" and left the king's office.

After the queen had left, the Marquis of Shergold advised the king that he should not allow the queen to be arbitrary, but he was asked, "So what can I do?" and had no choice but to speak.

Leaving the king's office, the Marquis of Shergold is unhappy that the queen is turning the king and even herself against him.

He decided to eliminate the queen. And I decided to use this timing when the queen would be absent.

At the castle gate, time was used to open the gate and to deliver speeches for the Dwarves, to which Ulrich had gathered.

Ulrich complains that the situation is far more dangerous than the information communicated.

"As we already know, a crisis is coming to our sanctuary, the village of Rasmore! Info says it's over a thousand undead, but to that extent, Zach's built walls will prevent it enough! Lion Heart Govan has requested reinforcements, which means there are enemies that can't even be prevented by that fence! ……

And we also talk about how little we can do.

"... four days have already passed since the raid. It is unlikely that we will make it from now on. The village of Rasmore is far away. Even if we ran through the night, it would take six, no, five days. By the time we arrive, the village of Rasmore may have already been wiped out..."

Ulrich's words were what they were feeling. The colour of sorrow floats in the eyes of the Dwarves.

"... the knights of the kingdom are already on their way to reinforcement. You'll arrive in the village tomorrow...... that's why you can stay here and sit back!

Ulrich looked around everyone and said, "No! scream."

"We must stand now!

Power comes back into the eyes of the Dwarves.

"Dwarves, stand up! Swap your grief for anger! Stand up, Dwarf! Lockhart wants our rescue!

Ulrich shakes up its thick right arm like an uppercut and protrudes toward heaven.

And I screamed in a wild voice.

"Sieg Scotch!

Dwarves poke up their right arm in the same way to Ulrich's cry and chant.

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

The cry of the Dwarves clings to the city of Ars.

The cry went on long enough.

It was the moment when the famous word, “Sieg Scotch”, was born, which the Dwarves would always cry out when challenging the battle, or when expressing their joy.

“Sieg" is an ancient word passed down to the Dwarves, meaning “victory”. It is told that it is a special word that is rarely used but only used when they truly want victory.

A direct translation of "Sieg Scotch” would mean "Win the booze”. In this case, however, “Scotch” was the symbol of their holy village of Rasmore, and of their friend, the Lockhart family.

The powerful scream “Sieg Scotch” had also reached the royal palace, more than five hundred m (melt) away from the main gate. In addition, to the cry that sounds like a whisper, many of the citizens of Ars wonder if the King's Capital will be a battlefield, and they will have an uneasy night.

The Dwarves' enthusiasm culminated. But the gate remained tightly closed.

The wrath of the Dwarves begins to turn to the kingdom.

"If you don't want to let them out, that's fine. We're not just going to break the gate. Don't think you can't," the person responsible couldn't stop shivering at the low voice of the master craftsman. But you can't be outburst here.

"I will put the use out to the royal palace again, so please wait a while now," he bows his head desperately.

The Dwarves said, "Then it's too late! I wasn't convinced," Open it! "The anger begins to fly.

The person in charge rubbed his forehead on the ground and begged, "I will turn directly to Her Majesty the Queen, so please wait a while until Her Majesty's instructions are given."

"If we're going to check directly with Kati, why don't we wait a little while now," says former master craftsman Gaelnote Graver, who also says Ulrich will "decide this next step in the meantime" and allocate the swollen Dwarves to several squads of more than five hundred.

The head of the gate will be relieved once it takes time to form the squad, but the Dwarves will be just enough to complete the formation. It reminds me that it was “alcohol tangled” in its handiness, but I can't think of a hitter what to do.

Such was the hand of salvation reached out to him. That was one carriage with the Royal Cow crest on it.

"Open the door immediately! The middle-aged woman's voice was heard from the carriage.

Queen Katrina Brentwood ordered the door open.

The head of the gate gives instructions to his men to open the door immediately. In the meantime Ulrich approached the carriage,

"Thanks for the help. If it was a little later, I'd have just broken the gate."

"Thank you for waiting. We'll be leaving soon."

So Ulrich realizes that the queen is a travel outfit.

"Are you going to come with me?

The queen looks out of her mind and answers, "Of course she is."

"If I accompany Me, it will be easy to get through the previous towns. Isn't that better for all of you?

And the Dwarves said to me, "That's Katie!" The praise was raised.

"Then let's go! Sieg Scotch!

To the signal of Ulrich's departure, the Dwarves said, "Sieg Scotch!" "I respond. Similarly, Queen Katie raised her right arm from the carriage window and said," Sieg Scotch! "He was screaming.

It was after eleven o'clock in the afternoon, the moment when the march of the Dwarves, later known as the "Dwarves Sanctuary Restoration Campaign” or “Hammer Army Expedition”, began.

At the time of departure, it had swelled to a large group of ninety percent and as many as nine hundred of all Dwarves in Ars. It should be noted that only young children and pregnant women are non-participating, with the addition of older persons over two hundred years of age.

Moreover, Dwarves living in neighboring towns and villages had since rendezvoused, eventually well over a thousand people. It was an unprecedented event that Dwarves who did not have their own country formed such a large group.

Dwarves walk fast down the streets surrounded by darkness. It was a faster marching speed than a normal infantry overall because of its low tall and short legs, not so much speed per se, but going without pinching the break at all.

Seven hours later, the summit of the Kersus Mountains began to rise, brightened by the sun.

The Dwarves continued to walk as far as thirty km (Kimmel) through the night and arrived in the lodging town of Ars Street.

But sometimes before dawn, the gates are tightly closed. Those Dwarves were also eager to “replenish” themselves by travelling through the night. Of course, what they most want is “booze”.

As the queen's carriage approached the gate, a young clerk, Otto Elwes, emerged from the carriage. He was accompanied by the Queen's strong request - that he be abducted when he was about to return from overtime.

He was building a neighborhood under his eyes on a trip all night, but when he pointed to a carriage with a royal crest, he shouted out loud, unlike a civilian.

"It is Her Royal Highness Queen Katrina who is here! Open the door now!

When the gatekeepers saw the royal crested carriage and the bloody eyed dwarves, they opened the gate immediately, without asking their superiors.

The Queen praises its swift action.

"You are soldiers of the kingdom! Keep their names down, Lord Elwes. I'll reward you later."

to the deputies of the town who heard further disturbances and rushed to

"Give the blacksmiths a meal and alcohol! If Lord Elwes seemed to lack the gold coins he would give him, he ordered the royal family to make a claim..." to serve liquor and meals.

Elwes handed the deputy a leather bag packed with white gold coins while

"There is an imminent crisis in the kingdom. Detailed explanations, the procedure means later, and now we have to act immediately," he says, bowing his head.

The deputy was surprised that the queen herself appeared, but now she knew that the kingdom was preserved by the presence of the queen, and immediately ran the decree all over town without wasting any argument.

"It is the command of Her Royal Highness Queen Katrina! Serve your Dwarf blacksmiths a complimentary meal and booze! Hold off on the quantity you offer and I'll pay a legitimate consideration if you charge the bureau later! Serve the liquor immediately! ……

The town was plunged into havoc by the screams of the preachers. But it is what the Queen herself ordered, and soon we will bring out the meal that we were making for our own breakfast. In addition, barrels were taken out of the taverns and cafeterias and arranged along the road.

Ulrich says, "I'm glad Kati's with you," to the goodness of his hand, whilst pouring the barley beer poured into the jock.

As the Dwarves similarly sober, Elwes asked deputies to send out early horses.

"Please convey Her Highness's orders to the towns ahead. We need booze in particular. Tell them to bring it in from nearby villages too if it's not enough. Tell this to all lodging towns to Bogwood......"

While Elwes was making arrangements, the Dwarves' "replenishment” was over. All the barrels put out along the streets are emptied, and once again queued by decree of Ulrich.

He put up the hammer Hammer and issued the decree of departure.

"Then let's go! Sieg Scotch!

The Dwarves also respond with hammers.

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

"" Sieg Scotch!

The Dwarves march began again.

The queen, who had finished “replenishing” with the Dwarves, spoke merciless words to Elwes, who stood up.

"We're leaving too."

Elwes is dismayed to realize that the carriage horses have already been replaced and that your men have also changed. Instead of eating, he didn't even take a break.

"I have your share in the carriage."

Elwes rode the carriage in response to the words with gratitude. But what was there was a large bowel sausage boiled and a small barrel of about twenty litres. Though he was hungry, his stomach at dawn all night refuses to have a tight bowel and booze. while suppressing gushing nausea.

"I'm fine, Your Highness. Enjoy it."

When she said so without power, the queen nodded with joy.

He says, "Thank you," and starts pouring alcohol cleverly in the rocking carriage.

"Sir Elwes has to eat something too," he said with his bowels up his cheeks, but Elwes could only snort.

This is what he had in mind.

(I understand that this matter is very important to the Kingdom. I was chosen because Her Royal Highness appreciates me. But I'm not a dwarf. If you at least make it a normal meal......)

He questions several times whether the queen is really a “man”. And this time I came to the same conclusion as usual.

To conclude that the queen is of the same race as "they”.