Transported to a hyper-realistic RPG.

"That's all the reason the Dwarves didn't let technology out?"

"Yes, and then the Dwarfs hate the people with the slaves."

Shurna-chan wasn't particularly responsive when she saw us, right?

"If you look at Nil-san, you will immediately see that she is not a disgusting slave."

Do you understand?

"Yes, not all demonic people come to this city." Some of them had slaves.

Later, there are people who want to remove the shackles of slavery and flee to this city with their lives. Compared to such people, you can see whether they are slaves or not. "

Can you remove the shackles?!

If the Dwarves had made it, they would have been able to disarm it.

"No, no, unfortunately, there is no common way to remove the shackles.

In the first place, it was created with the intention of capturing the monsters that were supposed to be the targets of the crusade, so it is not designed to be removed by anyone. ”

"Does that mean that certain people need to take it off?"

"I didn't mean to limit myself to someone else, but only to someone with a certain demonic eye."

"Demon Eyes..."

"It's a demonic eye called a de-cursed eye."

It seems that it was different in the past, but nowadays, the Eye of Curse Cancellation is a magical eye that people belonging to the church attach special importance to, and I hear that most of the people with that magical eye belong to the church. "

It was the first time I heard the name of a demon eye.

"I see... if I can find someone with that demonic eye, I'll be able to remove Nil's shackles."

Even if I went to the church and asked you to remove the shackles, I heard that it would not pass, but is that because there is no one who has this de-cursing eye?

Maybe that's not all, but... thanks for knowing how to remove the shackles anyway. However, if it became a magical eye that the church attached special importance to, it would be good to think that it had a monopoly on the Eye of Curse Removal. If you're being treated like a kind of saintly lady, the church will look for you with blood in its eyes. When we discovered it individually, it was quite a bone breaking story.

Moreover... it is said that when slaves are shackled, they can never be removed again, which means that this de-curse eye is hardly ever used. Perhaps this de-cursed eye was even more rare than the Demon Eye.

In my head, I was imagining a path to unshackle Nil...

"That's why... I used to be able to unshackle myself, but now I can't."

"... what do you mean?"

Listen to Shurna, and I'll pause my thoughts.

"The shackles for monsters created by the Dwarfs were the cooperation between the witches and the Dwarves, who were also demons.

I don't know the detailed principles, but the magic that is tied to the spirit reacts to the movement of the spirit to tighten the shackles.

However, after the technology was stolen and flowed out, someone modified it and now it can only be lifted by the Eye of Decurse. ”

"After the alteration... is it something that can be done so easily?"

“I don't know the details either, but my father said that no one could make shackles that could be dangerous.”

“That's right.”

When we're talking to Shurna, Sidorba and Ginavilna come up to the third floor and join us.

"It was a long time before we were born, so I only know stories like legends, but as a dwarf, I think we will never let the world know that we can create dangerous things for everyone."

But it's been remodeled, isn't it?

"That's for sure." If you remove the shackles of slavery, there will be many people who came to this city. Someone with the eyes of the Dwarfs tried, but they couldn't. ”

What do you need other than the de-cursing eye?

"You don't understand. That's why there's still a slave status in the world.

Naturally, it is not possible for people to tie people up. "

Apparently... as far as I'm concerned, removing Nil's shackles won't be possible right now.

"I see..."

I thought I'd take Nil's shackles off, but I felt better...

"Master, I'll be fine."

Nil grips my depressed sleeve and laughs.

"I don't care at all because this shackle is a bond that has brought me into contact with my mistress. Rather, I want everyone to be proud of me. I belong to Master! So, please don't make such a face. I'm happy enough as I am."

"Nil..."

"Korakolar, we're in the middle of a conversation, so we're not going into the world of the two of us."

"No, no. It's not just two worlds...?"

Heine made me happy. Even though we're still talking...

"Besides... in short, it was weird to deal with us because I was walking with Nil... slaves."

“Yes, if I had come to this city, I would have known...”

"There used to be a lot of things between the dwarves and the people we used to have slaves with when we were young." Since then, there hasn't been any visitors from the slaves. ”

I wonder if the outsiders have laid down restrictions so as not to upset the Dwarfs.

For the Dwarfs, it would be a natural measure to ensure that the shackles of slaves do not enter the eyes of the Dwarfs as far as possible, knowing that the shackles of slaves are one of their mistakes and have produced abominable results.

There was no regulation from the dwarf side, we put it in normally, but... the gatekeepers had a pretty high-pressure reaction at first. After seeing your friend's ID, it changed a lot...

Thinking of it that way, the Friendship Certificate might be a very effective test for the Dwarves.

"If I was walking around with a slave like that, the people in the city wouldn't even talk to me..."

Before I met Shurna, I felt like I was being shielded from the people of the city because of the shackles.

“But if you see someone, you know that Nil isn't being forced, and if you talk to her, you'll understand right away.”

"Even if I told you to talk... I can't talk about it first..."

"I'm sorry..."

"No. It's not Nil's fault?!"

It may be that Nil's shackles make it harder to interact with the Dwarfs, but that doesn't mean Nil is bad. The guy who shackled Nil is bad. No, more to the point, the idiot who stole the technology from the Dwarves is a fool. It was never Nil's fault.

"Nil doesn't have to worry because I don't want to shackle you."

“That's right! You don't have to worry about it!”

In order to be careful not to find out that he was a Dark Elf race, he was not very involved in the conversation, but when he talked about Nil, he suddenly became a mouthful.

"Ah, thank you..."

Nil looks a little happy, but looks sorry for her.

"... if you can't even talk, shall I come with you?"

It was Shurna who said that and came forward.

“If I were a dwarf, I could at least talk.”

"As much as we're happy... is that okay?"

If Shurna comes, she'll think about her attitude towards us a little bit. However, it was only a hassle for Shurna, and it was not something that could be seen with very good eyes from around her.

If you say so, you are more likely to lose just by inserting your neck.

Yes!

But Shurna nodded brightly, as if she didn't care.

"If Shurna says yes, could you take her with you?"

"... why are you doing that?"

It's true that I lent this place for free, but the three of them feel too committed... "

I don't think there's any... back there. Someone among us would have suspected that. But no one doubts their generosity. That's because the three of them are generous and generous.

However, generosity does not assume that you will be harmed. It was only natural that they were generous.

But these three are trying to help us, even though they know they're hurting us. Too unnatural, too devoted.

“That's a simple story.

We're just repaying our debt because we were helped by an outsider. "

…………………

"It's going to be a long story. Let's sit down and talk."

We'll sit down and listen to what Sidorba says.

"That was before Shurna was born."

Sidorba cut out the story and slowly spoke to me.

Still before Shruna was born.

It was when Shurna was inside Zinavirna's stomach.

The two of them lived a life of immersion in the workshop where they are now, and even though they occasionally exchanged opinions about being craftsmen together, they seemed to be spending some time at their leisure.

It's about that time.

As usual, the two of them made what they were asked to do in the workshop and tried to deliver the finished product to their customers.

At that time, Zinavirna's stomach had already grown. When she went out to the customer, Sidorba did all the shopping for materials, etc., but the customer was Zinavirna's friend, so it seems that the two of them went to the customer.

It's about where you're going.

As they walked down the street, they saw a strange crowd.

When I looked at it, I saw that it was unusual in the whole city of Zaaganbel, where a man of two tribes was surrounded by men of dwarf tribes.

The two of them may have definitely gone into the gathering, but it seems that they ignored the man who would be in trouble and turned their legs to the customer.

"Ashamed, we didn't have a good impression of the human race at that time."

Is it limited to people?

"For us Dwarfs, there is a strong impression that the human race... is not a very good race."

"For those who are creating slaves, I've heard that there are overwhelming numbers of humans... it's said that the Dwarfs used to steal information because of the greedy humans..."

We can see that the entire human race is not like that, but from the comprehensive evaluation of the race, it cannot be denied that it is a greedy and arrogant race. As a matter of fact, if we had gathered all the slaves, there would be an overwhelming number of people. Well... when we gather slaves, it is also true that there are overwhelming numbers of people, and it is simply a big fact that there are many as a race... But when you think from the outside, which one will stand out, you can't help but turn your eyes to those who are enslaved.

"I don't think so now." But at that time, I can't deny that there was a feeling among us that there was a human race... "

………………

This must be an impression among the races.

I have often heard that personality is determined by the country to which one belongs in the original world, and it is probably the same in this world.

Depending on the country and race, there is a certain amount of similarity in personality, but not all people will have the same personality.

That's something we all know from traveling and engaging with people of many races.

"That's how it happened after I ignored the man and went to the customer."

Sidorva told me more slowly about what happened.

After delivering the goods safely to the customer. The two cared for Shurna in their stomachs and walked slowly on their way home.

As they walked for a while, the two passed around the place where the man of the two clans was entangled.

Until I passed there, they had completely forgotten about the man, but I suddenly wondered what had happened, and I looked at the alley.

"Watch out!!"

When they heard the voice from somewhere, they looked forward in amazement.

And then...

Grrrr! Grrr!

At the same time that there was some kind of falling sound, I noticed that the man of the two groups who appeared in front of me was coming to hold them.

At first, the two seemed to think that the man of the other clan had tried to do something to ignore him, but they immediately understood that it was a complete mistake.

For the man of the tribe had received the iron plate coming down from above with his back, and had sheltered them both.

The customers I ordered from them lived in the Central District, so they lived in that complicated monstrous structure. If the building is disrupted from top to bottom, it is very rare for some of the building materials to fall due to repairs or deterioration, and it seems that the two of them were involved in it by accident.

The Dwarf tribe also made magic tools, but they weren't really good at magic, so it seemed normal to make magic tools together with witches.

Therefore, it seems that these accidents are more likely to occur than other races because they cannot be managed by magic.

Naturally, although we have not missed the trial and error, accidents occur, and the area is not much different from the world we were in.

Two people accidentally involved in an accident with a very small chance of happening.

The two unlucky dwarfs jumped straight in front of them, without hesitation, more than any of the other dwarfs around them, a man of the human race that they were supposed to ignore.

"Is that... you okay...?"

A man of the tribe who bleeds from his head, and separates his body from the two, who shall be in pain, and asks for the safety of the two over his own affairs.

"Ah... ahh..."

The two of them somehow understood what had happened, but their thoughts still could not be gathered together, and they finally replied to the words of the man of the two clans.

Fortunately, the iron plate that fell was not big enough or heavy enough to crush a man, and it did not kill him. However, it was clear that he was heavily wounded.

And yet.....

"Thank goodness... it looks like your stomach's okay, too...?"

It seems that the man laughed and smiled even though he was covered in blood.

"Huh... yes..."

Just like Sidorba, Ginavyrna is finally responding.

When they saw that they were safe, the man was relieved and seemed to have passed out on the spot.

They finally returned to me and immediately took the man to the doctor.

There is nothing wrong with my life, so I feel safe. It seems that Sidorba took over the man of the Jewish tribe and brought him back to the workshop.

Then, when I rest for a while, the man wakes up, wakes up and at the same time distorts his face to pain.

After seeing such a man and worrying, they just thanked him.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Thank you!

"No, no, it looks like you took me to the doctor, too, thank you."

The man of the two clans, so as to be grateful to both of them, gives thanks and laughs as if he was in trouble.

"But... good." A child with a tummy is safe.

That alone is worth the injury. "

A man who looks at Zinavirna's large stomach and smiles warmly.

Even when they said that, they couldn't afford to have a bad impression of the human race.

"I'm sorry!!"

Sidorba and Zinavirna bowed their heads deeply.

To the bewildered man, Sidorba and Zinavirna told him that they had ignored the other dwarfs.

But....

"Ah... that's right. But I'm glad you ignored my child if you think about him.”

"Um... that's not what I mean... we..."

Sidorba tried to say that they just ignored people because they didn't like them. However, as if to block the words... the man opens his mouth so that Sidorba does not spill any more words.

“Even if it wasn't, I would have been able to protect your child, so I think that's fine.”

"Huh?!"

"In this city, we are the rest of us." Because I don't mind being seen with disgusting eyes or getting a little entangled.

That's why I wanted to protect my children. Isn't that a good thing? "

A man of the Jewish clan who laughs at that.

Sidorba and Ginavilna apparently couldn't stop the tears flowing out of their sorrowful deeds and the kindness and strength of men.

The person who hated it unilaterally and pretended not to see it entangled, not only protected himself, but also his beloved partner and the children he was about to give birth to.

Sidorba said that the artifact as a Han was different.

After all, it seems that the man of the tribe left the city as soon as his injuries healed, but in the meantime, the man and Sidorba talked a lot.

First of all, the name of the man of the Jewish tribe is Klud.

Red-haired, long-haired, blue-eyed man who was an adventurer at the time with rank C.

He was one of the group that accompanied the merchants as an escort, accompanied by the luggage of high-ranking adventurers.

It seems that he was over twenty years old, but somewhere he had a dark impression, his waist was quite low, he was unusual for adventurers, and he always used respectful language.