Inside the mine, it felt like a maze of cave. This is it! This is The Dungeon I had in mind!
The dungeon that Mr. Gill picked me up, he took me there quite a while ago, but this is a dungeon? Because it was as common a landscape as that... because there were skies and there were meadow floors. Still, what a wonderful space it was with no stairs or doors.
But it's also weird that a mine looks more like a dungeon than a real dungeon. Well, I guess that's what reality means.
Or is that really like a maze!? This gets lost, definitely gets lost. Sneaking up on me, even Mr. Gill said I'd get lost. Isn't that something you can't do anymore? Whenever I go by, I change my way.
"Does Ronnie know?
"Mm, I get it. Somehow, it's this way."
I mean, maybe it's like a racial trait. Maybe Dwarves won't get lost in this mine, as the entrance was clear when I went to the high elf town. Then I'm also convinced that even Mr. Gill can't reach his destination.
Walking like this, maybe half an hour with a physical feel. I am a hug to Mr. Gill from the middle of nowhere, having lost so much strength. No. But Richt walked to the end with his breath absurd. Anything, I feel sorry for Ronnie, and I don't like it when something in my heart is about to break that Gil can hold me aside or Kay can take charge of me. It is a man's willful victory.
We arrived in front of a gate with a heavy atmosphere. It is a gateway. Gil said there's a transfer team in here. When we make sure everyone gets on board and let the magic flow, they quickly fly all the way to the mines on the human continent's side. Awesome or dwarf. You can never go through with this if you don't need it.... slavery is an exception though.
I know some of them were innocent, but you have no choice. It's not like Dwarves can distinguish between criminal slaves and kidnapped slaves. But I'm talking about moaning.
"I'll shed my magic."
"Yeah, but this many people, they're gonna take a lot of magic, right?
"I'll take my recovery pills when I get there, and it's not a big deal"
"Geez, that's not a big amount... how much is this guy?"
I've heard stories, and I'm well aware of their prowess, but when there's something I can compare like this, I know very well how awesome Mr. Gill is. When we were caught and magic flowed to the Transition Formation, even Richter, who seemed the most magical, was the limit six times. I worked hard enough to flush it five times, too. Still, it's a lot of people. You'll use it more than you did then. Speak magically to this transition formation, no big deal. There is no reason for Richt to squeal.
"A demon king would only be to the extent that the bugs sucked his blood. Meg, too, will be comparable to the Demon King in the future. It's easy to get beyond me."
"That sounds scary!
Too much power calls for turbulence. It's nothing good. Absolutely! That's why the Demon King ran wild in the past.... Am I going to run wild, too?
"… before that happens, be sure to find out what to do"
"Mr. Gill......"
My anxiety must have been conveyed, that's what Mr. Gill tells me. I mean, we haven't found any measures to deal with the situation. There's still a respite for years, so there's no rush... but this anxiety doesn't seem to go away so easily.
"We're all on the move, Girnandio"
"Mmm, right. We're going to let the magic flow."
That's what Kay said to me in a bright tone to change my mood. Yeah, not if you're anxious, right? Ronnie's problem matters now! When we nod at Mr. Gill, Mr. Gill begins to shed his magic and the transfer team emits light.
I endure the floating sensation I haven't felt in a long time and still slowly open my eyes, which had been accidentally closed. The scenery hasn't changed much from earlier, but someone who wasn't there just now stood there.
"Ronald."
"... Father"
Mr. Chieftain welcomes you himself. A good Gatai dwarf, with the same red brown hair as Ronnie. The color of the eyes is the same. I can feel the blood connection. It's just that Ronnie looks much thinner and more delicate.
As I stare silently at the two of them, Mr. Gill steps forward and opens his mouth.
"Rodrigo, chief of the Dwarf, as promised, has delivered a son who looks fine."
I wonder if this completes the mission. The chief, Mr. Rodrigo, nodded small after seeing Mr. Gill as a chill.
"Huh, let me wait a long time. But a promise is a promise. Speak up again the last time you use the Transition Formation. Ask the others for directions to the outside.... Let's go, Ronald"
When I tell him to just throw that up, Mr. Rodrigo tries to turn his heels back and head to the back of the mine. What, fast! Too much trouble! That's when.
"Ma, wait, Dad...... Huh!
Ronnie summoned his father with courage. I stopped at that voice, Mr. Rodrigo, but I never look back. As the silence flows, Ronnie repeatedly opens his mouth and stops, and says something and stops. but hang in there!
"I... want to go with these people"
Finally, Ronnie said to squeeze it out.
"I, out of the mine, want out...! I want to see the world...!
With a slightly trembling voice, but with a voice that often passes, Ronnie continues. If I spoke first, then the words would come out next, that's how it looked.
"Of the chief, because he's my son... he said it's not good to think that way... because I'm a dwarf, but weird. Yeah, I thought so."
Lower your eyes once, and raise your face again. His eyes were shining mightily.
"But I don't want to live while you lie to me. I want to live like me! Father's, as a son......!
As always, Chief Rodrigo does not try to look back. But Ronnie's words must have arrived for sure.
So wait. Still nothing returns, so Ronnie seems to be looking for the next word to spin, uh...
"... Huh. I'm not your father anymore."
"Huh..."
Mr. Rodrigo, after all, said so without looking back. And start walking like that. Ronnie, who looked shocked, solidified on the spot. Oh no...
"But your father is me. … don't forget your annual return home"
Too few words, Mr. Rodrigo!? Hey, hey! I'm not being honest! I mean, Ronnie admitted to going outside, right? You wanted to tell me that Ronnie had nothing to do with the chief, that he wasn't your father, right? I'm not sure in the end because you won't say it clearly. But that's how you take it!
"Oh, thanks...... Huh! Dad!"
I'm leaving. Ronnie shouted at Mr. Rodrigo's back. But naturally, Mr. Rodrigo is unresponsive. But we got it now. Inside, it's lonely. It's complicated, isn't it? I've got it, what kind of person!
"So, shall we go? From here on out, I'll show you."
"... Regards, Ronald"
I dropped him off until I couldn't see his father, and then Ronnie told him that with a sunny, good look. When Mr. Gill taps Ronnie's shoulder lightly, Ronnie starts walking in the lead.
Chief Dwarf, that doesn't necessarily mean it's a hereditary system, does it? Well, so is that. The birth rate is too low in the first place. But in that slight possibility, I guess Ronnie, born as the son of a chief, grew up expecting to be the next chief. In fact, I think Mr Rodrigo's decision now has been quite thoughtful. I mean, I guess I figured it out thinly.
Released from such a chain of chiefs, Ronnie has now taken a new step. I want to back it up.
At the same time - as the next Demon King, I felt a tickle and something small stabbed in my heart destined to no longer escape.