Automatic Doll Automaton

Crank went back into the cave and pointed to the entrance on the other side, tearing up the scroll.

“Fireball.”

bang-! rumble!

The explosion started pouring down piles of rocks. Having measured the distance in advance, measured the length of the collapse and wrote it down in a notebook, Crank led his colleagues back the way he had come.

In the meantime, he also erased the picture Carrot had drawn at the fork in the road and left a mark in another way.

Carrot, who was watching Crank’s work, suddenly opened his mouth.

“I wish there was a way to tell the good guys from the bad guys.”

“why?”

“You want to refrain from doing the same thing as yesterday? I told the poor people not to wander.”

Crank, who had finished the work, lifted his backpack and stood up.

“People steal crops from other people’s fields and jump in to save a child who is being washed away. Complex. I don’t think it makes much sense to distinguish between those things.”

Hearing those words, Ariete opened her eyes wide and pointed to the collapsed cave in the distance.

“Then, is that person outside complicated too?”

“let’s go.”

“Don’t try to fool around, teach me!”

Crank glanced back. He removed the light orb from his chest and held it under his helmet. The light rose upward, completing the grotesque tin mask.

“Ariete, isn’t it a very interesting topic? The world, God, which one will save.”

Ariete’s face, which had been puzzled by the unexpected story, gradually turned into astonishment.

“Ughhhhh… … !”

Recalling that the slave trader’s godmother’s work was no coincidence, Ariete looked horrified at the tin giant in front of her eyes. But he’s a benefactor, can’t be abandoned. So instead of turning my back, I decided to get angry.

“So, was that why you let go? Curious what happens to a villain on the verge of death? you really… … What a bad taste!”

Crank put the light orb back on his chest and turned around. He must be grinning in that helmet.

Then Carrot came over and whispered lowly.

“I think it was because of that pitch. It wasn’t like that when I went around showing my bare face.”

“what? really?”

“I just saw it. People get bolder than expected when their faces aren’t revealed?”

Ariete was lost in thought.

“Well, that makes sense.”

Crank, who was walking in the lead, beckoned to them.

“Let’s stop talking about muscle loss and hurry up. If it’s late, I think I’ll arrive at night. It takes too much time to come and go.”

“Yes, I really want to examine your nonsense. Let’s get out of here and see.”

Ariete drew out her longsword and started running after Crank. Carrot shouted as she ran to the front.

“Ahahahaha! Let’s go a little faster when we go!”

“I get it!”

“Hook hook!”

It was late in the afternoon when they returned from running in the dungeon. Returning to the village, they met Gustav who was waiting for them and explained the internal structure.

“And on the way back, I looked around a bit, and if the big cave in the center is a main street, it feels like alleys are spreading around it. It shouldn’t be that difficult once you get used to it.”

“I have to find out the identity of this gold coin for a while. When the princess comes, ask her to wait until I return.”

Carrot asked.

“By the way, what happened to our Manimani? Did you release them?”

Gustav, who was walking towards the automatic carriage he had been riding, turned his head.

“That friend is busy these days being called as a reference.”

“Eh?”

True to his words, Gran was distracted from being called here and there as an important witness in the human trafficking case. After going through the Dwarven Alliance and the Elven Presbyterian Council, he was presently presenting a summary of the events he knew and giving testimony in front of high-ranking officials, including the chief of the guards in the capital, Lisnet.

“There is a difference in reliability between information obtained through interrogation and words spoken arbitrarily, right? I’m comparing it. Don’t worry. I’ll release you as promised when I’m done.”

“It is time for atonement.”

“Yeah, well spoken. Anyway, go and come.”

Carrot, who was seeing off Gustav’s automatic carriage, turned his head. Crank was waving his hand before meeting his gaze.

“why?”

“How long are we here?”

Crank thought for a while before answering.

“Tuna will be back soon. I’ll tell you how to make medicinal herbs and household medicines, explain the general situation to the princess, and then return. Details will be known only when the princess arrives. At best, it shouldn’t take more than a month.”

Carrot laughed.

“Yeah, plans are always important, right?”

“That’s right.”

* * *

The people of the refugee camp, which has been transformed into a pioneer village, are having a busy day. Under the direction of the dwarves who hoped to remain in order to repay the favor they rescued, they moved the felled trees and processed them into wood, then built houses and made daily necessities with them.

In the evening, the young people who sat in front of the village communal kitchen were exhausted and laggy, but their faces were bright at the fact that they were grinding and polishing a place to live in the future.

A dwarf was also among the workers gathered to have dinner.

“These guys live only in the desert, so their wood handling skills are terrible.”

“Will you guys live well with that?”

Godiv translated, and everyone gave a thumbs up while chatting incomprehensibly. Thanks to Carrot, it was a hand gesture that was spreading like a trend in the town recently.

I couldn’t speak, but I could tell what he was talking about just from his smiling face and those gestures.

Crank, who sat quietly, said.

“The automatic loom you helped is working very well. thank you It was difficult for me alone.”

“I didn’t know that these guys even cared about making a living.”

The Dwarf, who had just laughed, chewed on the wild berries he had piled up and said.

“The only things that help out in good faith are the things I’m making right now. Maintenance will be paid separately.”

The dwarf next to him also intervened.

“And, as Mr. Gustav said, if cotton fabrics are mass-produced here, you should give us priority in purchasing them, okay?”

Crank slightly turned his head to look at Godive.

“… … You say.”

“of course. You helped me so much. No wonder. We want to be remembered as people who know our loyalty to you.”

loyalty.

The Dwarves who heard the words they liked grinned or nodded.

They were going to leave after taking care of the basics of their lives, but changed their mind after hearing that the automatic loom that Crank was making and that most of the refugees had been weaving cotton for generations.

We dwarves have to go out of the cave little by little now. I can’t be swayed by those dwarves forever.

The seven dwarfs living in the village shouted, recalling Gustav’s words.

“hey! Have you eaten yet?!”

“If it’s late, I’ll steal the pot one more time and pour the sh*t down… … !”

Puck puck puck!

“You guys are going to eat soon, is that what you mean?”

The Dwarf who had been slapped on the back pointed with his finger.

“No, this guy! I saved you guys with gunpowder made from their sh*t! Are you going to praise what goes in your mouth and ignore what comes out your ass?!”

gunpowder!?

Crank opened his eyes. His pitch was quickly turned. The eyes of some adventurers also shone terribly.

“Is gunpowder made from sh*t?”

The Dwarves, who had been wrestling while holding onto each other’s collars and beards, stood up with frowns at Crank’s question and stopped talking.

Dwarf Brady said.

“Hey Tin Giant, don’t wonder about that. If you make a mistake, neither the mouse nor the bird will be caught. Do dwarves have big ears and can smell well?”

The Dwarves were serious. Crank, who was aware of their tendencies, responded with a nod of his head as if he couldn’t help but regret it.

“meal! rice!”

Cypher’s women are usually forced to be discreet. However, the women who made the choice to abandon their hometowns and run to foreign lands in search of freedom were strong.

The cypher girl with her head up and her arms rolled up smiled broadly as she put down the large new pot she had bought. They also brought bread and wild fruit from the forest.

A liznet-style stew with plenty of traditional Cypher spices, loved by both adventurers, dwarves and Cypher refugees.

“I’m glad you’re eating well.”

Carrot, wearing an apron and poking her head out of the village common kitchen, was looking over the workers who were eating.

Carrot, who claimed to be the temporary chef, smiled broadly at the girls and women who helped her when her newly developed dish sold well.

“Then why is everyone with me?”

At the table prepared in the kitchen, female adventurers and priests were sitting and eating.

Ariete, who was dipping something that looked like bread baked in flour dough into a stew bowl, looked around at the cypher women who were sitting around.

The female adventurers around her smiled happily and gave envious glances, or gave them slightly dangerous expressions.

“Uhuhu, does it look good?”

“Wow, Ariete, are you popular? A little envious?”

“A white rose within a black rose! This is a picture! painting!”

“Huh! Pears, white roses, female knights?! Hook! bump!”

Carrot, who had now come inside, clapped her palms and said.

“That’s right, Godive said, and there are goddesses with white skin in the Cyphers legend. One is a god of benevolence and healing, and the other is a god of struggle and war.”

Ariete stroked the hair of the girl sitting close to her and widened her eyes. The female adventurers who were listening were chattering.

“Come to think of it, I saw people gathered around Vita and Sonya earlier! It was amazing!”

“Wow, there was such a legend?”

“By the way, where did you two go?”

“I passed out at the dorm. I’ve been using my full power for the past few days.”

“Ahh.”

Ariete made a sad face.

“So what? Vita and Sonya are the gods of healing and I am the god of war? I couldn’t do anything that great.”

“Don’t lower yourself. You said you saved them. So how is it? How does it feel to be sacred?”

Everyone shut up and looked at her. Ariete looked around, saw the dark eyes that looked up, cleared her throat and turned her head.

“Oh, that’s not bad.”

“Oh oh! What else?”

“Some unknown responsibility… … !”

Ariete, whose expression suddenly changed, jumped up from her seat. Carrot’s head also turned. People inside and outside the kitchen who sensed anomalies stood up and looked around.

“I can hear?”

“what is this sound?”

“Something is coming. Something big and heavy!”

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A helmet and mask were attached to Ariete’s head as she ran out of the restaurant. When I hurriedly ran outside, Venus was already in the village clearing, glaring at the tightly closed log gate with a longsword drawn.

Adventurers arrived one after another.

thud… ! thud… … !

The dwarves got angry when they couldn’t see outside because of the barrier.

“I need to build a watchtower too!”

“What are you talking about now! Hey!”

The adventurer who had his ear on the ground said.

“Something big and heavy is coming. The direction is the front door! one number? uh? It stopped!”

The thumping really stopped. Then came the sound of breaking wood.

bang-! Kwajik! bang! Kwajak?!

The shock barrier shakes. The gate made of weaving thick logs shakes, and something like a blade comes into view. At that time, the adventurer who jumped up on the roof was frightened.

“Not a monster! Heavy armor! A hard-skinned automaton!”