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[3rd] Dwarf

The cursed king Malphart I remember was a plague like a plague that made me feel bad just being close.

Your combat strength is not that high, but you are annoying because you know how to fight effectively with tactics aimed at your opponent's cleft.

“Drug warrior. Malphart is now known as the king of zimo. As the name suggests, she is now a female-”

“King Zimo's horse fly...? ”

A clever and beautiful horse fly...?

I can't imagine!

The dragon that cast the curse with the power to destroy the world was on the island where the Dwarves gathered the most.

Use the coordinates in my memory and the bride's feathers to get there in no time. We should be able to arrive at the destination-

“You guys. How did you get in here...? ”

Timing was also an art.

I encountered a beautiful woman who had a large bathhouse full of art and luxury.

She does not shy away from screaming or concealing her nakedness, but calmly looks out at the catch.

But don't be fooled by that calm look.

That woman's egg blind and her inner parts are dragon bones. There was no gender at the beginning.

I mean, a woman in disguise doesn't get upset when she's naked.

There is no different use for it.

Browns: The Brown Dragon

⁄ Level: 999 +

⁄ Job: Tailor (Concentration Sewing )

⁄ Skill: Earth ZZ Magic ZZ Sewing ZZ Charm ZZ Cooking Z...

Status: Navigation

Her overall skill set was too different from the one I remember of 'The Cursed Malfart’.

You think he's specialized in household life, not in combat?

Women, not men. Except for the brown hair that symbolizes the race 'Brown Dragon,' there was nothing in common.

☞ WARNING: Probability is not correct if you move to the site of the 5 major disasters at once. We must encounter them by chance through adventure. From now on…. The next one is just around the corner, but be careful.

Looks like she was the one I was looking for.

☞ Positive: This is before the cursed king Malphart was corrupted. I have long honed my production skills to impress my lover. However, after losing her lover and being angry, she became a completely different person by using all of her skills to push the boundaries of combat skills.

A completely different being?

I disagree with that.

Unlike the Phantom Indigenous populations who start with a pile of high-rank skills from the system to the F rank to the ZZ rank, I've been promoted through a terrible process.

You honed and honed numerous production skills to increase your talent to ZZZ rank.

But I can assure you, my propensity hasn't changed a bit.

Skill is just a skill.

There are classes that influence emotions like corruption and frenzy, but they are not skills that result from casting lots. Skill proficiency has increased due to such behavior.

In other words, the dragon's nature is very sinister....

“Spirits, Harpies, Demons. It's a very unusual combination. If you don't mind, could you tell me about your adventure at my house? I will repay you with a wonderful dinner and a bed. ”

He's trying to pretend to be the naughty dragon of brainwaves.

“Very well.”

But I decided to pretend to cheat.

If you just remember that the dragon's nature of inviting you into its nest is evil, this could be an opportunity, not a trap.

“My name is Malparisia. ”

The dragon from the bathtub was dressed and introduced with the help of human female golems made of clay.

Malparisia?

It was a feminine name with a slight fix to the real name of the zimo king. But if they have similar names like that...

“Miss Malparisia! You look beautiful again today!”

“Hmmm! Malparisia. I'm going to have to wash it off. Hmmm!”

“Are you a visitor to Malparisia? Greetings!”

As soon as I left the bathhouse, I saw a lot of Dwarves.

Dwarf.

A tribe said to have given up appearances and taken craftsmanship.

The largest dwarf is no more than 1m tall, and his short, thick lower half is a good shape for developing cramped mines.

Like giants, Dwarves exist only for men. Therefore, it is imperative that we have a human woman who can breed in order to maintain her race.

Problem here.

Giants raid Human villages to secure women, but Dwarves are not a fighting breed. It is impossible to steal a female from a strong human male by force.

Instead,

“Fantastic.”

My admiration burst from my mouth.

I'm not talking about the dwarf.

The buildings they built and the art placed there were perfect sculptures.

The Dwarves' weapon is this skill.

I don't have the ability to kidnap human women like Giants, but I know how to intercept them with beautiful rings and necklaces.

A typical pruning strategy for aristocrats and tyrants II, but for Dwarves it was a battle of survival to preserve their race and their offspring.

That is why everything they make is inevitably "soul." Like the last piece of a great artist.

“Be careful not to get lost. This is the city of Dwarves. The first people who come here get to see it and stay away from their friends. ”

The horse fly walking ahead smiled and said.

That warning is not just a word I say.

She was already on her eighth mind just what I'd seen. If hard-working lower spirits hadn't taken care of her like a nanny, she would have been abducted by Dwarves and beautifully disassembled by now.

Chicken breast, wings, legs, ribs, etc.

In her words, Isle S is a dwarven country.

But it's never the last burial ground left by humans pushed away like a fairy.

The Dwarf's handiwork is like a "golden goose laying a golden egg," because they are a devoted people who voluntarily work like slaves until death if they marry a human woman and help her have children.

Dwarf country is close to the academy.

No matter how skilled you are, there are limits to self-study. It is a "Dwarf sanctuary" where Dwarves want to learn the skills and achievements of their ancestors and teachers and get a better partner.

Of course, once a country, there is a king who is close to honor.

“This is the palace? ”

“No way. My house is right next to the palace. ”

I saw where the horse fly was pointing and swallowed a laughter.

You mean that mansion that's more spectacular than the royal palace?

It was a house that reflected the vanity of the dragon that does not want to lose to others. Considering how many Dwarves shed tears to build that house....

“Ah! Miss Malparisia! You're here early today! ”

“Look! The windows have been retrofitted! ”

“Look at this fountain rather than his window! ”

“I carved it just for you for a month. ”

As soon as they found her, the dwarves who were running diligently on short legs began to competitively describe their work.

It wasn't just the two of us.

From the garden of the house to the chimney, there were no Dwarves there.

“Thank you all for caring about me. I'd like to check out all your gifts, but I'm sorry that guests are waiting for you. ”

The horse fly pretended to be a good person and sought understanding.

The Dwarves walked away without feeling particularly uncomfortable.

Their weapons are handy.

And the result is the artwork.

It's because I think if I like her, she'll ask for an explanation first.

That's the art, that's the pride of Dwarves.

SPLISH: You know more about Dwarves.

Of course, miss.

One of my first colleagues was the Dwarf King.

If I had known how to make an atomic bomb or a hydrogen bomb, I would have been a good friend, but unfortunately, in high school chemistry and physics, I failed to teach only that basic theory.

The First Cursed King Malphart favored Dwarves and hated Humans as he now does.

However, the Dwarves secretly betrayed the cursed king, Malphart, and an ironic situation arose on the part of the warriors, because they could not sustain their kind without humans.

It wasn't that hard a fight.

Armed with the Dwarf King's treasures, my comrades were confident of victory, and I seasoned them with 500% of the chief, not as slavish as usual.

My colleagues who mistook me for a Munchkin fought too hard.

And with their noble sacrifice, I was able to defeat the cursed king Malfart!

“Not my husband, my warrior. Are you serious?”

Socia, who held my forearm like a cane because of her dislocated waist, smiled and said naturally.

“I didn't mean to listen to you. ”

For a pretty schoolgirl!

Shy: Is this another 500-percent spiced compliment? Sosia is much more...

No, this is an objective statement.

My wife is not pretty, she's a coward.

“I hear you, coward. ”

“Listen carefully. ”

At that moment, the horse fly suddenly entered.

“Oh my! Humans and demons. Different races, too. You're very sweet. Even though the conversation was cut back and forth in the middle, all I could think about was the look in your eyes! I envy you both so much. ”

This is sweet...?

Ah! Right! Our hostile relationship with the evil dragon looks great!

(Brave.Can 't you just interpret it as a pure compliment?)

The goddess who has never been in combat stays quiet.

I specialize in psychological warfare.

“Oh! Malparisha. You're here early. I'm sorry. I didn't know you were back so early. I haven't finished cleaning yet. ”

A dwarf armed with aprons and cleaning tools said.

There were so many Dwarves outside, and there seemed to be only one of them inside a house full of art.

Housewife?

“Prince, it's okay. It's my fault for coming so early without saying anything. ”

Prince Charming!

Can the prince clean someone else's house?

“Huff! Malphasia's fault! It doesn't make sense. Finish cleaning up quickly and prepare a meal…. ”

“I'll make dinner tonight. ”

“I'm flattered. ”

Hey, dwarf. What if the prince of the land praises you for a meal? Socially viable?

I wanted to ask you, but this Dwarf Prince seemed genuine.

No matter how honorable the royal family may be, isn't it too much of a setup for a prince to work as a housekeeper in someone else's house?

What do you think?

☞ Negative: This is not a setup error. It's a historical fact.

... I have nothing to say about what really happened.

☞ Explanation: The death of the Dwarf Prince will bring down Malphasis. She regretted it until she died. Inviting him as a guest to meet the prince.

He's talking about you, isn't he?

But it's okay now. He would have drowned and died. Struggling to survive is useless.

I'm sure the mermaids sucked out all your energy so you wouldn't have any strength to swim.

“Guests, please wait in the living room until the cooking is complete. It's going to take a while to prepare a lot of sheep. Oh, yeah. Why don't you ease up on the boredom while looking at the paintings hanging around you? These are drawings by Prince Charming for me. ”

Are they not worried about theft, or are there more art and valuables than can be imagined?

The horse flies left the living room with nothing but me and stuff.

I leaned comfortably against the back of the living room sofa.

“Warrior, don't you watch? ”

“Knock yourself out. ”

“Yes ~”

She wandered around the living room with spirits and looked at the paintings.

I'd say don't let the feathers fly, but I'm not a babysitter and I quit because I'm annoyed.

“Different gender, but surely the same dragon. ”

Everything caught in this living room was the paintings I had seen in the first place.

At the time, I thought the goddess Malfart missed the woman he loved and had her paint it for the Dwarves, but I didn't think it was her!

The cursed king was a narcissist?

“Aren't forgeries and distortions too much? These paintings are a gift from the man you love, not from yourself. Well, isn't this a high-level description for someone who's never experienced love? ”

“I know. Love is conquest.”

“That's why you can 't-"? It hurts! ”

“Cowardly devil. Stop talking nonsense without nutrients and think of a way to corrupt that dragon. ”

“You know the easiest way, right? ”

“...... ”

Very familiar Even a child would know this.

“This husband- I don't know if you're a warrior. You pretend to be better at something much meaner than your father, but you're worse than all the other warriors. But I understand that. No creature is more volatile than a human. ”

“It's not pretending to be good, it's being good. ”

When the victorious comrades only looked forward to the joys, I always looked back after we had stepped on them.

widows who lost their husbands, old widows who lost their sons, missus who lost their lovers, children who lost their fathers, students who lost their teachers, friends and neighbors....

They blamed me and cursed me.

A lot of indigenous people buy rice with the least amount of spontaneous betting on my colleagues. ’has been sacrificed.

It wasn't me who killed them, but I had to endure all the tears and profanity of the families.

This barbaric group is a "warrior party."

I am acting on my own behalf without following my own controls

“Cowardly warrior. Stop thinking about it.I 'm suffocating. I understand why you're crazy. ”

“I'm not crazy. ”

“A madman doesn't think he's mad-”

“Crazy bitch.”

“You! I'm going to my dad! ”

It was a time when we thought for a long time about how to naturally exploit the Dwarves' labor and corrupt the dragon pretending to be good.

I smelled delicious from afar.

“That's pretty good. ”

You're pretty good at this whole lizard thing where you can live off the magic in the air, right?

The smell alone was already a delicacy.

But...

“Smells amazing! ”

“Wow! I'm excited for dinner tonight! ”

“Everyone, let's charge into the cafeteria! ”

There's a mob jumping from upstairs, ignoring the stairs.

They were furious when they found us in the living room.

“Huff! You…! ”

“Tyrant of the North Continent...! ”

“Why on the Eastern Continent?! ”

The problem was that some people, including the pretending to be cute, were not exterminated.

Including you staring at me silently.

“... no need to worry about corruption. ”

History was really repeating.

A party of ‘warriors', a group of male killers, came to the Dwarf Kingdom as a guest of Malpari, the king of Zimo, before us.