Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

"So, done... done."

Kachanov was in an underground workshop at Narcisse Castle, producing a weapon that catalyzed the Kraken treasure balls he had obtained the other day.

The sword, made without sleep for three days and three nights, illuminates the workshop with pale ocean-colored light.

He was still a young kachanov among the Dwarf weapon makers, but I have never seen a weapon that contained so much color, luster and magic, even made by his fellow countrymen.

The prosperity enough to suppose that a small castle would be built if sold was worthy of self-admiration.

"This is definitely a win. I'm not ashamed to show it to my brother. I got a good job."

Now I think of the contest and my face is frizzy, but I hit the bread and both cheeks to tighten my face.

"Hey, I forgot the paperwork to put in the contest"

Kachanov, obsessed with blacksmiths and forgetting to submit documents to compete in a weapons contest, puts them on the blacksmith table and fills out the fields.

"His name is Kachanov, and his name is Ondine Narcisse. What's the name of the weapon..."

Think about what to do, write a flashing name on your head.

"Weapon name Klar Sword (Ken) and..."

Kachanov was hopelessly devoid of naming sense.

It was too much of an intact name, but he was satisfied.

"Equipped with a weapon, the name of the person…"

The contest had a set of weapons and beautiful women, and Dee, whom I met the other day, comes to mind, but she already possessed the light sword Brunhilde.

That sword is a demon sword that beautifully transforms Dee, and I think she deserves to use it.

No matter how much this Klar sword is his own masterpiece, I was wondering if it would be a snakefoot to let that beautiful woman have two demon swords.

"Hmm, I can bring a sword and an axe to an angel, but every day. Angels show swords."

And what happened when it happened?

The other thing that came to mind in my head was Roverta, a woman in pirate clothing, who was with me in a dungeon in Midir, and who could probably even use this Klar sword if it was her.

When I think deeply, I see my Lord (Narcisse) opening the workshop door with momentum.

All of a sudden, Narcisse came along looking already angry, yelling when he saw Kachanov.

"What happened to you Boinski!

Then release the scouts and wait to hear from them.

"Liar! When you come back, all of a sudden you're locked up in a workshop and you're building weapons!

"I can't deny that. As I was told, the demons of the bay have been exorcised. I'm putting my life on the line making weapons."

"I didn't hear that! Make something like garbage anyway..."

Narcisse took a breath when he saw the weapon Kachanov had just created.

A sword that shined too beautifully was about to be sucked in just by looking at it, and even in the eyes of the amateur it was well known that it was a first-class weapon.

Too beautiful a weapon reflected his face beautifully like a mirror, and Narcisse was distracted by this weapon at a glance.

"What... this..."

"Weapon for contests you can do now."

"You could have made something this awesome?

"I'll keep it in compliment. It's an honor."

"Praise me... no, you praise me"

Not once in a decade, a word from Narcisse praising a man spilled over into a Dwarf I hated.

That's how great a weapon was.

"You, you're not going to be in a contest with this!?

"Did you say it was for the contest?

"No, no, no, no! I'll be in the contest! If this comes out!

I close my mouth and say you can't win.

He was his own soldier, and only words that admitted defeat to those he hated could not be thrown up betting on pride.

"Well, I stopped being satisfied with just making this."

"All right, then I'll use that. Give it to me."

"Don't be silly. I can't use it against you. I'm not making antiques, I'm killing people, I'm making weapons that keep people alive."

"Become!? You can't use it on me! You're kidding me! Give it to me!"

"Don't touch me!

Kachanov seriously bounced off where Narcisse tried to touch Krah's sword.

The momentum is blown away and Kachanov looks down at the narcissis rolling into the workshop with the kind of eyes he sees trash scum.

"I made this one with my soul, it's the soul itself! Omei, but don't touch it with ease!

"Oh, my God, I'm a king!

"So what!

Narcisse tried to force this undesirable dwarf to return this time, but he lost his back to Kachanov, a temper like an orga standing in front of him, and suddenly fell asleep.

"So, thanks to whom do you think I can stay here!

"Don't be shy at the time of your parents' Seven Lights."

"Become!? You!?"

"If you regret it, give it back to me with your strength!

"Gu, gu. Remember that! Don't even think about it!

Narcisse wore a cheap throwaway dialogue and ran away from the workshop.

I think Kachanov is finally seeing a forced return, but I got a big nose for it and wrote up the paperwork to submit to the contest.

Meanwhile, Narcisse, who flew out of the workshop with anger wandering, was gradually losing his hateful feelings for that abominable dwarf.

Until now, anger emotions were all that, they hadn't even gone as far as hatred, but the moment I saw that sword, a strong hatred floated. He had not yet realized that his emotions were jealous, and wondered if he could be punished with any terrible punishment.

"You fool me, you fool me, and I will never forgive you. Something, nothing."

"Dear Narcisse!

"What the fuck!

Yelling at the soldiers who have spoken out in frustration.

"A representative of the Church will arrive soon."

He hated his father, but he was a narcissist who calmed down at once when he heard the name of the church, the biggest dealer since the Ondine principals got involved with him.

"It's that time of year... when will you come directly to us, Master Annerose?"

"That and one more thing to report, my tenth request for the surrender of Miss Maureen, the Hundred Eyebrows, has been denied. Again, the Allies don't seem to be up to the demands."

"They fool me, too, and they're being nice, so follow me! Let's turn Rhinos into a sea of fire!

But Narcisse was a touche I couldn't help but get what I wanted, and it was frustrating knowing I couldn't do it.

"Hey, Mr. Narcisse, you're saying something quite disturbing. It's Mary with ears on the wall and a keyhole."

Suddenly he was called out and looked back in surprise, where a bald-headed young man in a monastic coat lifted his hand casually.

"This, Lord Lorinda! Why are you here? I'm sorry I didn't even welcome you."

Lorinda, a messenger from the church, smiles with a nostalgic grin and cuts a small cross in front of her chest.

Narcissist, the soldier immediately knelt.

"As soon as possible, the people at the castle were given permission to enter."

"Sorry, I hadn't noticed"

"Never mind. Because this is the bad one that got here early."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

"This way."

When suddenly my voice sounds and I wonder what it is, a little boy and girl are enjoying themselves near the castle walls. But come on. The volume of your voice seems huge.

"Hey, you, get rid of those kids now! You can slash it off! Right now."

"Ha!"

When Narcisse tells the soldiers, Lorinda steps forward and waves.

"You shouldn't. Because children are a treasure of the country. Little one, very nice."

"Yes..."

Narcisse is bewildered by Rolinda's tranced expression.

"You still have a little bit until your scheduled time. May I have a moment outside with the kids?"

"Yes!

Narcisse and the soldiers stare far-fetched as Lorinda leaves the castle and the children are playing.

That look looks like a lot of fun, so much so that it looks like it's portrayed in a scene of painting.

"Is that the place called the Church clergy?

"No, look closely."

When Narcisse is jawed, Lorinda is playing with all the girls and the boy is left alone.

"... what does that mean?

"It's a raw lollicon. Every human being in the church is a crazy, crazy organization made of crazy people."

Soldiers say Narcisse is crazy, so I'm convinced he's pretty crazy.

It's scheduled time for talks, and Lorinda, who dirty her monastic coat a little with grass and mud, talks to Narcisse alone in the royal family.

"Cacao and Geostone... I don't know if I can give you the amount you requested"

Narcisse glances over a written summary of Lorinda's upcoming "bounce” requests.

There were tons of cocoa and geostones listed there.

"Geostone may be slightly delayed, but Cacao is a request from the princess (Annerose), so please do so as soon as possible"

"Do you like chocolate?

"It's the princess's only human preference."

"Okay. I'll get it ready."

"I feel less wheat and wine bouquet lately, have you had anything?

"In recent years, misfortunes have continued and another king has taken over a territory that produced a lot of wheat and wine."

"That's tough. Shall we send support from our country?

"No, not at all. King Zako below the Allies, so it's possible to take it back as soon as the current war is over."

"I see, if you need me, say it right away. We're allies."

"Thank you"

"How is the battle with the Allies? I think it's been a long time since we first lent our soldiers."

"We're overwhelmed from the beginning, militarily. Nothing to worry about."

"But the longer we prolong, the more production stops, and the more powerful the Miscellaneous King and the contemptuous King may be,"

"Well, that's true."

"All causes exist in things. Tell me everything. Let God show you the way."

Few things stood up to aura like my mother, forgiving everything about Lorinda, and Narcisse was no exception to that.

"Hmm, he wants to get a girl named Hundred Eyebrows. Then it would be possible to eliminate anyone who refuses to do so."

"But the leader of the Allies is a man of strength."

"It's okay. You get the power of the masses. That would make things work better."

Narcisse took his breath when he heard about Lorinda.

Cold sweat flows through the content that is not an approximate measure to get out of the clergy.

"That's all you have to do."

"I see, that's Lorinda. There's just the right event."

"Good. Then I'll do it myself."

Lorinda stops on her feet as if she remembers something.

"That girl I was playing with earlier, she says her name is Pearla. You're a very pretty girl."

Sending an inclusive gaze, Narcisse adds the name of a girl named Parra to the ”Bushi”.