356 354 Divine Blacksmith (1/2)

As Fran and Alistair were talking, Meir joined the story.

”The story now. Are you saying that Master Alistair will undertake the restoration of that sword?

”Whoa, if that girl will allow it.”

”I should definitely ask you. Good luck like this, huh?

Meir and Alistair see Fran.

(Master?

'... oh, let's ask'

In the first place, this woman made it so much easier. You'll also be able to trust your arms. More importantly, Meir is pointing a look of trust from the bottom of her heart.

”Mm-hmm. Please”

”Leave it to me. So, what are you guys gonna do after this?

”It's...”

Meir sees Chiara. Chiara, who has pulled everyone so far, is dead, and Mianoa is grumpy. Quina is only a maid and Gwendalfa is inexperienced. Groundlers has just lost consciousness and Fran is also less apt to be a leader.

Meir was the only one who seemed to be able to put this member together. I guess I looked around and realized that. When I lean down gently and rub my red eyes gently, I immediately raise my face.

”First we'll see if the master of this dungeon is really dead. And destroy the core.”

”Are you sure? It's a precious large dungeon, though?

That's what Quina asks back to Mere, who answered Alistair's question. But Meir nodded clearly.

”It's a whole country. It's just a sprout of disaster, such as a dungeon. It will always be a dispute between states in search of ownership”

Well, if one of you gets it, one country will definitely be a suspicious ghost. This time it was used in the war, so the image will always follow. And to let go of ownership is too much in return. As long as we do not precisely create a mechanism for joint governance on both sides, we should always call for strife one day.

But it can't be that the unfriendly kingdom of the Beasts and the Bashar kingdom join hands. That friendship must have gotten worse this time. Then maybe we should destroy it. That's what Meir thought, apparently.

”As a royalty, I guess I have to think about using it...”

”No, I agree”

Besides, if I think about the character of the Beast King, I'm also willing to agree to destruction. He's going to say, ”If it's going to be a lot of trouble, smash it first.” Anyway, it looks like Meir decided to destroy it herself. There is no stray color in those eyes.

”My Quina and I will move on to the back. Alistair, take the Frans and get out of here first.”

”Well, you're showing me your sword. Fine. We'll keep these guys until we get out of here. Can we head straight to the Atashi Hall?

”If we don't chase you, I'd appreciate it.”

”What do we do after that?

”I'm going to take the Quinas and go back to Gringoat. Because there are a lot of things I want to know and find out. However, Fran and his sword, I would like to deposit with Master Alistair. May I say hello?

”I want to find out more about that sword, and I don't mind.”

”That's fine with Fran, too, right?

”... n”

Fran nods unacceptably.

”Sorry.”

(Yeah. Now my master is the most important)

You really want to go with Meir. But now that my restoration is a prerequisite, I swallowed the word.

”And what about that stupid ghost over there? What do you want me to keep here?

They also know Earthlers. I don't feel intimate, but I feel uneasy. Meir bowed her head to Alistair after thinking a little.

”Can you please?

”Accepted”

Alistair straightened up as she approached Ground Lars, who was being put to sleep over Gwendalfa's coat. You're so messy against your looks!

”Anyway, you should leave here once. You'd have to bury Chiara exactly too, wouldn't you?

”Right......”

”Dear Fran, would you kindly send my regards to Chiara?

”Okay.”