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Crossing the border, he finally carries on inside the Dwarf.

Inside the dwarf is primitive, not that it makes a city at the foot of the mine.

Shaped like remodeling a mine to create a cave and make it a residence while digging minerals.

I wonder if spending time in natural soil is calmer than making a dwelling out of soil magic like people do.

The Dwarves' gaze is harsh, even as the carriage continues into the interior.

The fourth princess of the empire and related, Mr. Estelle's steering the carriage, is less welcome than you can imagine.

You should have known you were coming in advance, but moving on with the carriage didn't welcome anyone.

On the contrary, I also feel that a large number of dwarves are armed and alert.

Though hostile to the elves, Mr. Fiona is the princess of the neighbouring country.

I don't think we're going to be treated without...

That's what I thought, and as I went inside, a lot of dwarves were waiting for me in the open place.

We are approaching the leader's dwarf in a carriage.

I felt the disturbing air, so I rode myself out and spoke to Estelle.

"Is it okay if I keep going?

"It's okay, I'm just tingling before the war.

There's a lot more Dwarves here than usual, but they're not stupid either. "

And the moment Mr. Estelle said it, all Dwarves have put up weapons to deny it.

Naturally, a frightened horse stops.

"Ho, are you sure you're okay?

"Also, of course.

I've been in and out of this place many times before.

There's no way you can hit hostility. "

"There's an armed dwarf coming from behind, too, but it's true, isn't it?

"... I'm probably fine.

I've never seen anything like it before. "

"We're starting to get surrounded, though?

"Big... sturdy... right?

Persuasion is 0.

If the Dwarves surround us so far, it's going to be hard to get away.

Maybe I'm just being vigilant, and you should check on things a little bit.

We should avoid fighting as much as we can, than we have come in a few.

When I thought so and sat back next to Mr. Fiona, Mr. Fiona also looked difficult.

"You understand we're here to discuss this.

If we are to be greeted with such a response, negotiations with the Dwarves are like being broken.

Still, we can't be hostile here. "

I knew you did, didn't I?

It's not like welcoming a princess from another country, is it?

It's a completely embedded pattern.

When Mr. Estelle, who was driving the carriage, is mocking the horse, a man like Dwarf's leader approaches him.

The way he's carrying a big axe only gives him a high-pressure impression.

"Why are you bringing the princess in a position like a Fennel messenger?

It appears that the information Ms. Estelle turned over has not yet been passed on to Dwarf or the Empire.

If we find out that a great deal of fighting power has been lost from the Empire, we may change the way Dwarf thinks.

"I decided to go to the fennel side to correct the mistakes of the Empire.

I don't want to antagonize my home country, but this battle has come to a point where it can no longer be stopped.

If the Dwarves are going to help the Empire like this, I'm not going to take pity on the battlefield.

Can you even listen to Fennel's side for once and reconsider?

It seems that Mr. Estelle's presence is greater than expected, and the Dwarves twirl.

From the Dwarf system, enemies that transfer like Mr. Estelle should be hard to defeat.

Because even when I see him bearing the axe, I think he's obviously the type of dull foot that attacks me with power.

"No way... I didn't expect you to fall on the fennel side.

If the empire's most powerful soldiers turn to their opponents, the Dwarf side is also devastated.

We need to rethink this. "

"Right! Then..."

"The more I deal with you here, the less stupid you are.

I was going to use the princess as bait to drag Fennel's soldiers out to the battlefield, but I'll reschedule.

You'll be in jail until it's all over.

If you can't get your hands on it, the negotiations will be broken. "

Dwarves sticking out big axes don't seem to be joking.

You're a lot more of a brain muscle than I thought.

If you hadn't come with Mr. Estelle, I didn't know you'd be the wingman fighting a lot of dwarves.

This war is no longer......, maybe we can't really turn back.

"Wait! We're here to discuss this!

"Even if I refuse to negotiate, the fennel side is persistent.

Then I just thought I should make the most of it as a hostage.

It would be even less damaging if it were to spread the power. "

"Do a cowardly imitation!

"I don't mind."

Mr. Fiona shouted out loud as Mr. Estelle went upside down.

Slowly descend the carriage with a calm, physical waist.

"I don't mind, but are you sure you want to put them all in the same cell?

If so, there will be no resistance. "

"Oh, what's the purpose?

"The purpose and nothing, the interests are just in agreement.

Because you can stay in a safe place without being resented by anyone.

I thought it would be easy to understand if you thought it was like a kind of asylum. "

I don't think there are many princesses looking to take refuge in hostile countries.

There's no chance of preferential treatment.

"Even if the Wang Du perished in the war, Fennel's territory is vast.

If the princess finds out that I'm alive and sound, she'll be much easier to treat humans.

You get enough to make them labor, don't you?

Perhaps Mr. Fiona is playing the bad girl to avoid the fight on this occasion.

He suggests that it would be in Dwarf's interest to make it easier to use the people as slaves if the princess were alive.

If I tell all four of you to put us in the same cell, we'll be safe.

"You didn't come with the Knights as escorts because you were thinking about that?

We'll keep in touch on the street.

Bastards, lead them all to the same cell.

Fennel's not falling apart enough to lie and cheat here. "

Though I don't think that's the dialogue Dwarf would call for lying and taking hostages.

We're falling apart, like you declared.

Seeing the Dwarf leader turn his back and start walking, I got off the carriage.

Approach Mr. Fiona and confirm by ear just in case.

"Ho, are you really going to asylum?

"It just keeps you alert.

I think we still have time until the war begins, and we should be able to hear all sorts of information in the cell.

Temporarily evacuate to jail to consider future responses. "

Good, that's Mr. Fiona I know.

The acting was too good for me, so I became a little suspicious.

I'm going to reflect on my suspicion of my fiancée and get a back tit sentence in prison.

Tin, who would have noticed Mr. Fiona's aim, approaches us without resistance.

He must be appealing to you that he's not going to be hostile because he's boggling with his true face.

Meanwhile, Mr. Estelle, who is too righteous, is not convinced or stuck with the Dwarf leader.

Seeking negotiations in desperate shape is more serious and brave than anyone else.

Maybe what you said in the elves about "becoming an intermediary" also affects you.

I guess I can't give up to lead the world to peace.

I feel responsible that only a knowledgeable person can negotiate with the Dwarves.

"Come here."

"Ha-ha-ha."

But I'm in the way now.

Mr. Estelle is a valuable fighter, and I'd be in trouble if he did something nasty and led me to another cell.

Leave Mr. Estelle alone with the two names of a rampage horse, and it won't be a lot.

The fact that Estelle, the most powerful soldier in the empire, was hand-minded with one word, brings attention to me.

The Dwarves around you say, "I just said this to make you laugh." "Are you even putting on a curse that works on your spirit?" "Don't insult me because I'm a child, he's one of the princess's escorts," he goes into danger in vain.

As a result, Mr. Estelle's laughter is not healing because of the Dwarves discussing "little one" with Bosoboso.

I had no choice but to take charge of Mr. Estelle, whose tin laughed off, and as he was surrounded by a large number of vigilant dwarves, I was asked to lead him to the prison.

- Ha-ha-ha. That's what keeps me wrapped up in strange laughter.