Retired Hero Wants To Sleep - Retired Hero Wants To Sleep chapter 105

Mission No.5 A world only for you (14)

“What? Are you worried that Mr. Seo might even have an affair?”

Usbel and Eccrine, who had been attached to Elif’s door and watched what the two young men and women were doing, backed away and cleared their throats at the sarcasm of Spea passing by.

“You have a daughter.”

“What are you talking about? I always believe in the West.”

“It’s okay, Master. Because you are the master.”

Usbel, who made excuses for nonsensical nonsense, disappeared from the seat in a depressed state, and Ekryn, unable to bear her embarrassment, left for her clearing with Zwei Hender on her back.

Shortly after the two of them disappeared, Ewald escaped from Elif’s room and sent a troubled smile to Supea with a face that had aged for over ten years.

“… I will die.”

Spea gave a pitiful expression to Ewald, who was dying.

“… It looks like it, mister.”

“I didn’t expect you to cry for three hours.”

Sitting in a chair with a completely exhausted face, Ebalt grabbed his beer mug with a blank look. However, Ewald, who found Dvahur who was sitting in the seat first, felt his heart pounding for no reason and acted out the other way.

“Is your arm okay?”

“Broken is nothing.”

Well, that’s because he’s a dwarf, not a human.

“But Schheim… !”

Ewald spewed out the beer he was drinking.

Dvahur, who was covered in beer scattered in all directions, jumped up from his seat without even thinking about wiping the beer and shouted loudly.

“What are you going to do with Schheim, you damn human!”

“Hey, did I break it?”

Dvahur, who exuded a vicious eye light, began to speak passionately with the momentum of chewing up Ebalt.

“You bastard, even if you didn’t steal it, I’d be heee!”

“Ah, sorry about that. I will sincerely apologize.”

“You madman! Do you think that will suffice!”

Of course it can’t be enough.

However, sweating profusely, Ewald turned his head away from Dvahur.

“All the important parts have fallen to Kswice! What are you asking me to do with Shuheim, who only has the shell left over!”

“… When I fell on Kswice, there was only a hole in the fuselage… It is you who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

“Aren’t you the one who created the situation so that I had no choice but to break it!”

That part is a situation that even Ewald is seriously unfair.

“… No, you know? What did I do to sell Schheim to Felix?”

Dvahur, whose face turned red and grotesquely transformed, let out anger like fire without even breathing properly.

“In the first place, you… !”

“Hey, Mr. Dvahur. I’m sorry I stole Schheim 30 years ago. I was wrong. Huh? So, I was so sorry that I tried to return Schheim to you, and in the process, I was so unlucky that things were smashed, but I want you to understand my sorry feelings and my sincerity to finish the work. I want to insist, but can’t I?”

When humans are pushed into extreme situations, their tongues can grow like this.

Even though he was spitting out the words himself, Ewald wanted to admire his speech skills.

However, Dva Hur, who denied everything Ebalt said, slammed his ax on the floor with his unhealed hand and let out a rough breath.

“I will have to compensate you.”

The absurdity disappeared from Ewald’s face.

What is this crazy one-armed dwarf saying now?

“… Hey, Mr. Dvahur? Compensation?”

“Yes, human bastard! Ask me!”

“Her.”

Ewald only let out a laugh once.

“What do you mean by compensation? It’s not like I’m asking you to make Dvahur.”

“How are you going to make it?”

“… Oh, then what do you want me to do?”

“Isn’t it frustrating because I can’t even think of myself, you damned human!”

Ewald shook his head. What are all these bully dwarves?

“Listen carefully! You owe me a great debt!”

“… Hi-go, my God!”

I never thought I’d end up in debt to the dwarves.

Ewald slumped his head against the table and groaned.

At that time, the dawn passed through Ewald’s mind.

It would have been nice if it had been properly illuminated, but as soon as the clumsy solution slipped past, Ewald raised his bowed head.

“Hey, Dvahur!”

To Ewald, who was looking at him with an expression that suddenly started to turn bright, Dvahur showed an uneasy expression.

But, like that or not, Ewald quickly threw out an answer.

“I’ll change it to something else.”

* * *

“… Really?”

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Dvahur’s eyes were strangely shining.

Ewald clearly knew what it was like when a dwarf looked like that.

It is when he drools in front of a jewel he has never seen before or shines his greed in front of a rare mineral.

It wasn’t for nothing that Dwarves were called dragons incarnations of greed.

Ewald nodded and reassured Dvahur.

“I’m not going to cheat or cheat you with this.”

“Okay, let me think about it.”

However, contrary to the words that he would think about it, Dvahur’s lips were wide open to the left and right.

That’s a look I absolutely love.

Seeing a dwarf so pure in front of worldly desires, Ewald put on a puzzled expression as to whether he should laugh or what to do.

However, he decided that he could get over it with this, and he let out a sigh of relief.

However, to Dvahur who tried to stand up with a satisfied expression, Ewald revealed his true intentions.

“So that’s what I mean.”

“… What?”

Ebalt opened his mouth to Dvahur, drawing an ambiguous smile on his lips.

“Would you like to help me?”

* * *

Dva Hour, who had been hit by something but had no sense of what had hit him, tilted his head, but Balt, who had already gained everything, stood up first with a face full of composure.

“I’ll call you when the plan is complete.”

“That…”

Iffy. An indescribably subtle displeasure enveloped Dvahur. Before such ambiguity materialized, Ewald left a light greeting and tried to run away from Dvahur.

However, the sound of grabbing Ebalt flew in.

“Mister, the dwarf boy wants to see you?”

Ewald, who had missed the timing for his escape, pointed his finger at himself and tilted his head.

“The one-armed man there too.”

“I get it.”

At Ohisa’s call, Dvahur stood up without hesitation. However, Ewald rolled his eyes, feeling a strange uneasiness in his heart.

Dvahur is also coming with me.

Ewald thought of all possible possibilities, but it did not come to Ewald’s mind that Lafon would call Ewald and Dvahur at the same time.

“Quickly long.”

Ewald climbed the stairs halfway up the stairs with a shaky face, like a pig being led to a slaughterhouse.

A strange intuition swept over Ewald.

I strangely hate going up these stairs. I guessed that there would be Lafon at the end of these stairs, but what kind of mind did Lafon have…

“I brought it. Thanks for your effort.”

Ewald was immersed in deep thought, but when he suddenly saw the green-haired Lafon in his field of vision, he put on a rather bewildered expression. Was he so lost in thought that he did not know when he had arrived?

Lafon turned to the Ebalt and the two others in a modest attitude and lowered his head.

“You worked hard to come.”

Ewald looked at the expansive space with a bewildered expression. In that space, things he didn’t want to think about were scattered around.

It was Schheim’s Young Dvahur.

Devahuru, the producer, had a miserable expression on his face when he saw that Shuheim, which was named after himself, had been crushed like a rag and turned into a super-sized piece of trash, but he couldn’t recklessly throw out harsh words in front of Ohisa, so he looked at his creation with a sad look. I looked.

Dvahur, who was soaked in emotion, scratched the back of his nose in tears.

“We have retrieved Schheim.”

“… It looks like it.”

It wasn’t that that mattered. Ewald, who was looking at the wreckage of Shuheim with an uneasy expression, at the same time checked the appearance of Dvahur.

“The reason I brought you two is no different.”

Isn’t it different?

“I risked my rudeness because I wanted to hear your opinions.”

“… Why do you write something like that?”

I’ve roughly reached an agreement with Dvahur, but what if Shuheim is pushed in now?

“First of all, I would like to ask Meister.”

“Tell me.”

Lafon fluttered her soft green hair and threw a calm gaze at Dvahur.

“Do you want to bring this Schheim back to life?”

What?

With just that expression, Dva Hur opened his mouth slightly.

“Ohisa-sama, what are you talking about…”

“I asked if you would like to revive this Schheim.”

Should I even talk about it?

Dvahuru took on a puzzled look as to what to do at the story of Lafon, who didn’t know what was going on.

“If I can save it, of course I want to save it.”

“Then I think Meister agreed.”

Dvahur, whose name was Ohisara, couldn’t express his displeasure, had to laugh in dismay.

However, Lafon searched for the next prey with the expression that he had everything he could get from Dvahur.

“I will ask Mr. Kitsuka.”

“… Call me Ewald.”

How many times do you speak

However, Lafon quickly opened his mouth with a voice that said he didn’t know anything about it.

“Could you recreate this Schheim’s magic drive system?”

“… What?”

“I would like to ask the Continental Spear vice-captain I have seen so far with an appropriate word.”

Dark green eyes turned to Ewald.

“I’m asking if you can erase the eloquent magic created by the elves and construct magic the way Kitsuka-sama likes.”

“… Is it my mistake to feel that the question is ambiguous?”

“There can be no ambiguity, can you?”

As soon as Lafon threw the words out, his expression changed.

What appeared on the little girl’s face was a faint sneer with a small sneer.

“Or are you saying you can’t even imitate this elf’s magic?”

“… Under?”

Lafon, who openly scratched Ewald’s pride, took a step back with that smile intact.

What is this stocky fellow talking about?

Ewald tilted his head slightly to the side, distorting his face involuntarily.

Lafon, who confirmed Ebalt’s appearance, increased the concentration of ridicule as planned, glanced back at the two, and grinned at the corner of his mouth.

“If I give you two a chance to surpass this Schheim.”

The sharp gazes of the two turned to Lafon.

“Do you have the confidence to make it?”

“Of course not.”

“Of course.”

At the same time, the two single-celled males risked their pride and did not back down.

After successfully inducing the two to brag, Lafon nodded and opened his mouth.

“Then you are lucky.”

Relief?

Before the thought that something was involved in Lafon’s intentions entered their brains, Lafon smiled with Ohisa’s solemnity and brought both of his hands to his navel.

“Then the girl will think that she is ready to go to ‘Jarnet’s Path’.”

Jar, what?

Ebalt frowned at Lafon with that expression, but Dvahur let out a loud roar with his eyes wide open.

“What are you talking about, Ohisa-sama! Jarne’s trail!”

“I’ll say it again, the girl decided that Kitsuka-sama was ready to go to Zarné’s trail.”

“What kind of dog is that…”

Dvahur, who couldn’t bear to talk behind his back, opened his mouth with spit on his face that had turned red.

“This makes no sense, Ohisa-sama!”

“Is that so?”

Lafon, who covered his face with an unknown composure, turned his eyes filled with that composure to Ebalt.

“Meister thinks Kitsuka-sama doesn’t have the skills to go to Zarné’s trail.

It comes in shape.”

Ewald, who was trying to brag about something, couldn’t decide what the hell those two dwarves were talking about.

Shouldn’t there be some information about Zarné’s trail?

However, Ewald had no intention of backing down from Lafon’s smile, which contained obvious provocation.

Thus,

“Something.”

Ewald snapped at Lafon’s provocation.

“Is there anything wrong?”