"Okay, we can use it, you"
"Coon."
"Okay, okay, okay, isn't that cute? All right, from now on, I'll keep you. Make silver for me. All right?"
"... coon"
"If you don't like it, say goodbye here. You're going back to the dirt with your people. Instead, if you work for me, you won't be crippled with food in the future. What do we do?"
"One."
"Okay, it's settled. You're with me from now on. Good for you."
"... Hey, Ars. You, can you talk to that dog man?
"What the hell, brother Byte? You can tell by the look in this guy's eyes like that. You said you wanted to come with me."
"You know what I mean. Anyway, you're just saying it right. But you keep that one? Does that help anything?
"Oh, I like this guy. You can have it, can't you, brother part-time?
"It's nothing. There's no such thing as a dog man. There's no weirdo here."
A subspecies of dogs who were in the mine.
I decided to keep him.
Don't hesitate to ask me because my brother Bite, who is also the lord here, gave me permission.
Most importantly, Bite doesn't know that he can turn iron into silver.
I might have rubbed it if I had known.
Maybe we should just go back to Vulcania before we find out.
A dog man can use the magic of changing shape when he grips iron or something with his little palm.
By its magic, it makes spear tips and bow arrows and uses them as weapons.
But this white dog man was a little different.
As far as I can tell, holding the iron in my hand converted the iron into silver.
But wasn't this magic a very good thing for a dog man?
In iron and silver, iron is harder and better as a weapon material.
Wasn't it because of this that he was derogated by his status as a weak dog man within the dog race?
but if it's a human society, it's not a story.
Because silver is worth money.
It's like finding a silver mountain when you come to solve the problem of a mine that can mine iron.
Thank you. Let me make the most of it.
"All right, you better have a name, too. I'll put it on you. From now on, your name is Tallow. Nice, Tallow. If I call you Tallow, I'll get back to you."
"One."
"All right, all right, good boy, Tallow"
"What the hell. That's a weird name, Ars. Well, that's just the right name for a dog man."
"No, that would be a good name. All right, Tallow, I'll make you a new collar, too. I'll make chains and name plates out of hardened bricks."
"One!"
I gave the white dog man the name Tallow. I magically made a hardened brick chain and a plate with the name Tallow.
That's how I'll put it through your neck instead of a silver collar from Tallow.
My tail growing out of my buttocks is probably shaking left and right, and I'm probably happy for you.
I don't care, even as I throw words at dogs, Tallow stands on two legs, so it also subtly feels like he's wearing a collar on a child, not a dog.
I also thought about letting him act on his four legs, but the skeleton seems to assume to stand and walk like a human being.
It makes me wonder what evolution would make this happen.
"Ma, no. Anyway, don't let this clear up the mine problem. I'll take care of the rest, won't I, brother Bite?
"Oh, no problem. There are no other survivors in the mine, and I'll get them back up and running soon. The iron we picked will be sent to Vulcania in turn."
"Oh, I asked. So what if I take Tallow back to Vulcania?"
Thus I turned back to Vulcania with a souvenir, a demon with the characteristics of a white haired dog walking on two legs.
"And that's what happened. It means I brought this guy back."
"Don't go ahead and do weird things, kid. So, why did you come to show me that tallow?"
"No, I wanted to share my emotions with the old man. Look, this is the collar that Tallow magically silvered iron with."
"Hum, is this what it is? You've noticed so well, you've got eyes on what you see when you know it's made of silver with so much dirt, kid."
"Sort of. Silver seems to be easily oxidized or dirty originally. Honestly, it wasn't weird to overlook it. Most of all, when I first saw it, it was dirtier than this. Some of it was because I lived in a pit."
"So, what's that other thing, kid? You obviously have a different silver glow..."
"This way. This one was what I made you make when you got back to Vulcania, but it's amazing. Purity is out of step."
"... purity? Could that make a difference to the iron that Tallow enchanted?
"You're right, old man. Until now, Tallow has used magic on iron ore with a lot of impurities present in nature. So silver was also less pure. But I was wondering if I could use magic on the iron produced in this Barca's newest flame blast furnace. As you can see, silver with a purity close to almost non-mixed sterling silver has been produced."
"Wow, wow, boy. I've never seen silver without impurities so far either. This is amazing."
"Right? On the contrary, you seem to stand out in a bad way when this is all amazing. If we suddenly put this on the market, we'll be explored where it came from."
"I see. It would be troublesome if you could sniff out about Tallow. All right. I'll make sure you can protect Tallow."
"Oh, nice to meet you. Well, let's keep the silver we let Tallow make for a while strictly. Anyway, there might be some opportunity for a large payment."
"... sounds possible. The boy will be scattered soon."
Back in Vulcania, I ran a new experiment.
As a result, I found out something.
That was that silver, which can be made with Tallow's magic, changes the purity of silver that emerges by the iron you have when activating the magic.
Steel created in a flaming blast furnace in Vulcania alone was closer to sterling silver than iron ore that the dogs could have in their hands.
Tallow is classified as a magical demon, but it doesn't have a lot of special magic power.
There is a limit to the number of times you can activate the magic of making silver.
However, the problem of the few times that magic was used could also be solved.
Once in a flaming blast furnace, the iron ore is converted into barca steel iron, and the tallow turns it into silver.
Then a silver stick of terrible purity was made.
Thus, in Barca's hidden vault, an unknown stack of sterling silver sticks piled up.