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‘I will not forget this shame. Even if you don't know who is in charge, I will make you go through the same shame as me.'
“I'd rather look over there than that.”
I dragged my sister and headed to another display stand.
After that, our focus was primarily on food.
Buying something to eat on the street must have been a novelty even to my sister, so we bought this and that and walked around with our mouths on it.
Of course, the taste is okay, but it's not bad to eat in this atmosphere.
That's when I looked around most of the products.
“oh?”
My sister's footsteps suddenly stopped.
Apparently, her eyes are on a display stand.
“Is there anything you like?”
“Does it look like they sell kendo?”
I wondered what I was looking at, and there was a shop with swords and short knives of various lengths on display, as if they were selling swords or iron products.
Apparently, swords and iron products made in other territories were brought here and sold.
However, it seems impractical.
It seems like a store that aristocratic youngsters who don't know anything would go to.
“Are you all carrying swords?
Even if you’re not a knight?”
“At least travelers and peddlers wouldn't carry a short dagger.”
In particular, if you go out of the city, you should always have at least a simple weapon on hand, in case beasts or monsters suddenly attack before security.
“Even if you're not a knight, you still carry a sword...
My sister muttered something meaningful.
what? Maybe you want a new sword?
Come to think of it, most of the swords my sister uses were general supplies used by knights, right?
It was a kendo supply that my sister was wearing around her waist.
Because her Aura's nature and physical strength are so strong, her sister, who is in the midst of growing up, occasionally breaks her sword or armor by mistake whenever her strength gets stronger, so she doesn't use it for anything other than supplies.
This does not mean that supplies are of poor quality.
Don't underestimate supplies.
Even if it looks like this, it is incomparable to the metal pieces that are rolling around in most local markets.
Most of all, they are dwarves.
A single one-handed sword used by our territory soldiers costs more than the most expensive sword in this store.
But since I've never said that, my sister just wields it lightly without much thought.
And I'm breaking one bag almost every two days.
“There are several.”
My older sister is also a young lady.
Of course, do you want to have your own pretty sword?
The thought of .... flowed naturally, and I was surprised without knowing it.
Why did he take it for granted that he wanted to own a sword?
Sometimes it would be nice to be interested in things that real princesses would be interested in, not swords.
Well... I don't think there's anything like that in a place like this.
Wouldn't it be better to just ask outright?
The moment I was about to ask my sister.
“Do you need a sword? How are you? I have a good sword.”
The merchant who seemed to be the owner of this shop jumped out and started inviting us to bring a sword.
“This is a sword made in the famous iron smithy of the dwarves.
You know that the forge is here, right?”
When I heard that it was a dwarf sword, my sister looked closely at the sword that the merchant held out as if she was interested.
No, the one on your waist is also made of dwarves, right?
“Hey what is that?”
“Of course I do. As for how sharp it is, even the thickest log can be cut with this sword.”
No, bring an ax if you want to cut down a tree.
It's not even an advertisement for a kitchen knife that can cut anything and everything...
Maybe this guy doesn't know anything about swords.
bother you
I skimmed the shelves, paused, and shook my head slowly.
“There is no answer.”
“Arel?”
“sister. Be still for a moment.”
Then, he gestured to the merchant from earlier.
As if they caught something, they come closer with their eyes shining.
Don't expect me, I'm not a hogu.
“It's a dwarven sword. Is it true?”
“of course!”
Put saliva in your mouth and speak.
“Then can I take it and show it to the dwarves? There's a dwarf I know.”
I'm a claimer
I'm here to shake you off
When I said this with a half-smirk, the merchant's cheek twitched just once.
You're still a rookie for your face to collapse here.
If it was a more clever opponent, I would have seasoned it moderately, but I thought it wouldn't be necessary, so I decided to move on to stone fastball.
“I will speak plainly. No matter how much you want to make money, you can't inject fakes.”
“Eh? Is that fake?”
My older sister, who had been looking at the sword with interest until now, was surprised.
of course.
Even if I look like this, I haven't seen one or two swords in my life.
From my point of view, at first sight, this is just a sword forged by a nameless, lousy blacksmith.
If you wield it properly, it will break.
what about the dwarves?
It is probably a shallow idea peculiar to a peddler who arbitrarily assumes that those who come to the countryside have no discernment and tries to make a good deal of it.
If you want to cheat, try to cheat a little.
“Nuna, come with that sword and unfold it a bit. It just needs to be a little bit.”
“to? how much?”
“Two percent.”
When I said to come, the merchant suddenly flinched.
“like this?”
My sister accepts the sword. He tilts his head.
As expected, as soon as you hold it, you will notice a sense of incongruity.
As soon as I started concentrating on the aura, the sword body seemed to have a slight blue light, and then it broke.
“These days, the dwarves seem to break if you put them in the aura.”
You better go file a claim right away?
Can I send it to Arken?
It was only then that the merchant realized that something had gone terribly wrong and started to get sick of it.
“Something was wrong...
” “Hey? If you're going to keep crying, is there a way to check it yourself?
There's a dwarven forge nearby, so let's go and check it out. It's as simple as checking to see if they really bought or sold the sword to you. hmm?
If I am wrong, I will make amends.”
“That’s…
he can’t even breathe properly when I push him, pouring out words without stopping.
I approached the merchant.
As I approached, the merchant retreated.
This is the distance between you and my heart.
Well, there is no need for troublesome push and pull.
“Hey. I'm busy too, so I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said.”
“A mistake…
” “Really? you can't tell You mistakenly misunderstood the sword and offered it wrong, or something like that?”
I kindly tell him that I will have mercy, but his complexion is not very nice.
You must have an intuition of what will come next.
I took out the dagger wrapped in a leather case from the display stand and gave it a moderate shake.
“that!?”
“Make this cheaper instead.”
Of course the price is up to you.
He seemed about to pass out when I asked the price of the iron dagger, which was moderately common enough to eat it for free.
“But…
” “If you don’t like it, let’s go to the dwarf blacksmith together.”
Come to think of it, most merchants who set up shops in cities like this usually belong to a certain trade association.
The rudeness of the affiliated merchant becomes a stain on the company.
Will it just pass?
Certainly, the upper court would not be so lenient in punishing him for tarnishing their honor.
Is it straight to mine-like labor?
Ah, since I have to pay the indemnity, are you going to pull out all these things?
wow! Just imagining it is miserable!
I'm hiding my identity right now, but I am the person who has the deepest influence on this company.
If I make fun of him, he'll be ripped to the bone.
“how is it?”
“... Thank you for your mercy.”
In the end, he couldn't hold out properly and eventually handed over the dagger to me at a bargain price.
And leaving the gloomy merchant behind, we left the mall.
“Arel? Did you want that?”
My older sister, who had been watching my actions blankly, was staring at the dagger I was holding, perhaps not understanding.
“This is a real dwarven dagger.”
Compared to other swords, the quality of the iron and the methods used were different.
It's only a dagger, but it can't escape my attention.
Of course, the reason I recognized it was because I had actually seen the dwarves' work with my own eyes.
Seeing as if it was hidden in a corner in an inconspicuous place in the first place, he probably had no intention of selling it.
Or he would have charged an exorbitant price.
“And I didn’t intend to use it, but I bought it for my sister.”
“huh'?”
“Don’t be blank and take it.”
I put the dagger I just obtained into my sister's hand.
“Originally, I wanted to give you a more proper sword, but there was no such thing.”
I should have asked Aken to give me at least one famous sword.
The slaves' items were ordered by their workshop, but they were plain mass-produced items.
It's sturdy and lifts well, but it's not fancy.
Really I was indifferent.
Kania-nee, who was staring blankly at the dagger I held out, finally understood that this was a gift from me and happily accepted it.
“thank you?”
I don't think it's something to be happy about.
Even if the quality is good in the first place, it is a dagger.
It was nothing compared to the swords used by knights.
Well... In the first place, if my older sister, who is a Master, uses it, she'll be able to handle it well enough, even with a dagger. That's right, there must be no meaning other than an appendix.
Shall I take a chance later and give you something proper?
Come to think of it, when the dwarf smithy that has entered our territory starts operating in earnest, let's ask for a weapon suitable for everyone.
The fifth day after finishing the tour of the royal capital.
Through a person sent by the Chamber of Commerce, I was informed that the slaves had finally arrived.
Of course, it was impossible to receive 50,000 people in the capital, so I had to go to the store managed by Ian in another city to take over.
50,000 slaves who would become our reserve soldiers were waiting in the clearing outside the storehouse.
When they see me, they all bow down and bow.
Yes, I am the one who will be your master.
For some reason, I get goosebumps because I feel like I've become something after receiving 50,000 meeongchi bows.
“That's a lot...
I think Kania-nee was a bit surprised when she saw 50,000 slaves.
“… Boy. Arel! Are you really okay?”
Suddenly, my older sister stabs me in the side and asks.
“yes? Are you okay?”
“Even if you take this much… is there any problem?”
She already knew that I was going to buy 50,000 slaves, but now she understands and worries about how many there are.
According to the Slave Management Act within the kingdom, it is the responsibility of the lord to deal with slaves without any countermeasures and if problems arise due to failure to manage them within the territory. “I don't have any problem. In fact, I instructed them to prepare a place for them to stay.”
They are already in the process of expanding the small villages in the territory in earnest and also creating villages where slaves can live.
I am confident that I will not make a single person homeless.