The Warrior Is Disappointed in You 60

Chapter 60 – The Hero Begins Preparations to Leave for the Dwarf City

“I will accompany you.”

When I decided to leave for the city of the dwarves and left for Daejeon, Karen, who followed me, said so.

“Why?”
“It has already been discussed with the emperor.”

I frowned as I watched Karen say that to me with an expressionless face.

“Are you planning on targeting my body again?”
“No, we finished talking about that before. The reason I’m following this time is simply because I’m curious about the skills of the dwarves.”

I looked at her silently at her Karen’s words.
She honestly couldn’t believe everything she said, but given her previous life and her Karen tendencies, her curiosity about her dwarven skills was quite good.
In the first place, she made the armor for Stephen, the chief of the emperor’s guard, at the Mage’s Tower, so it was natural for Karen, who was from there, to be curious about the dwarves’ skills.

“Didn’t the emperor demand that I quickly reveal the secret of my body?”
“… I don’t know how I know it so well, but I didn’t think it was a secret that I could get so quickly in the first place. The emperor and me too.”

I nodded lightly at Karen’s words.
It was also true that the Emperor waited patiently for her even in her previous life, unaware of either her or her Emperor’s plans.
Even though the secret of her immortality was not revealed for over 10 years, the Emperor left Karen alone.
In addition, the emperor, who couldn’t even properly confirm that I possessed the [Immortality] Ability, might have judged that having her Karen next to me would be beneficial in many ways.

“Great. Go with me.”

And I finally allowed Karen to accompany me.
Even if there is a little uncomfortable corner, it was true that she was the power to help her.
Moreover, as long as Balak moved towards the elves, there was no way to know if another guy would appear in the dwarf city.
Moreover, as Lilith had said, if the opponent was that Balak guy, Karen’s joining was inevitable.

**

“D-You decided to move with the dwarves?”

I met Princess Mary on the way to the imperial palace, and she had already heard about what had happened in Daejeon, so she asked me as soon as she saw me.

“Okay. Is there any problem?”
“No, no problem.”

Mary frowned at my words and answered that.
Even if she wasn’t with the dwarves, this would be a much better situation for Mary than helping the elves with whom Aaron had some sort of connection.

“By the way, why weren’t you with the dwarves? Aaron seems to die of love among the elves.”

Even though I knew why, I deliberately asked Mary that question.
It was because seeing the noble princess flustered was a fun spectacle that money couldn’t afford to see.
As expected, Mary was shaking her body as she couldn’t answer my question with her face flushed red.

“Why? Did the dwarves make dirty jokes?”

I asked that question on purpose to make fun of Mary.
Dwarves who live with obscenities in their mouths wouldn’t have looked down on them even if they were imperial princesses.
It was a problem in itself to expect courtesy from them who didn’t even bother to notice in the first place.

“Yes, what. That’s it too…”
“Yes? Were there any other problems?”

I tilted her head as I watched the princess blurt out the end of her words.
Come to think of it, Mary was not someone who would miss out on an opportunity because she was tired of such low-level jokes.

“There was a request from the dwarves. Please change the person in charge of their guidance.”
“… Why?”
“… I feel bad because I am so ugly.”

Mary said that to me with her tear-stained face.
At those words, the laughter I had been holding in finally broke out and I grabbed my stomach and started laughing.

“Haha, ha. A masterpiece, a masterpiece.”
“Don’t laugh! It’s the first time I’ve ever heard it in my life.”

As I laughed at myself, Mary shouted, her face flushing.
Of course, Mary’s appearance she was not inferior as the dwarves said.
Rather, she had a beautiful appearance that was not inferior even to those elves.
The problem was that the eyes of the dwarves on women were overly unique.

“By the way, am I really that ugly?”

I burst out laughing at Mary again as she cautiously poses her question to me.
It was because it was so funny that she, who did not know the characteristics of her dwarves of her, was making an expression that looked like she was quite hurt.

“Oh really. Because don’t laugh Of course, her appearance is n’t important, but … Still.”
“Don’t worry. Originally, dwarves are said to be ugly even to elves. They say that if you put a wig on a guy like Juan, you’re the most beautiful woman.”
“Are you Juan?”
“You don’t know that Butler estate’s knight?”
“Ah, the bald man who followed the Countess…”

Mary’s words made me laugh again.
It was because he naturally thought of Juan picking up his ears at the Butler estate.

“Really, are dwarves like that?”
“Yes. Don’t worry. Because you are not ugly, but rather have a beautiful face.”

I saw Mary’s face blush again at my words her.
She thought she had overdone something, but she did n’t hate Mary’s colorful expression her unlike her previous one her.

**

“Sorry. Warrior.”

Her saintess her Marian said that to her her warrior her sitting in front of her.
Her hero she said that he would leave for the city of dwarves tomorrow, and she had just asked her to accompany her.
Naturally, Marian dreamed of traveling to the mysterious city of the dwarves with him, but her superhuman endurance kept her in check.

‘It can’t go on like this.’

Her hero told her it was all right, but the shock her Marianne felt at Butler’s estate was by no means light.
She’s a saint who can’t even use healing magic properly.
Even to Marianne herself, all she could think of was that it was worthless rubbish.
So she began her practice as soon as she returned to the Guyanese shrine.
She wanted to see the hero and be with him, but she wanted more to help him than he did.
She was Marian, who was born in Raksha and grew up seeing all the dark places of humans, but her world was much dirtier than she thought.
Thanks to that, Marian was able to understand the hero’s appearance of her, which she did not understand why she was always so angry.

‘There is only me, only me.’

Marianne thought she was the only one who could understand and help such a hero.
That’s why her goddess gave her an oracle, and it must have made her find her hero her.
Of course, though, Marianne did n’t completely suppress her own desires of her.
She often sought out warriors who practiced meditation and tried to embodied her, and the first few times she was lucky enough to peek into the warrior’s private life her.
However, she was not always in the same position as the hero, and Marianne had many days where she was in vain.
Thanks to this, the performance she started at best was sluggish.
So cornered, Marian was able to refuse her warrior’s request her to accompany her.

“… Too bad.”

The hero only said that to Marian, who refused to accompany her.
Marian felt sorry for the hero’s attitude of her, and her heart skipped a beat when he said that she was sorry.
In fact, even when Marianne herself thought about it, she could n’t understand her volatile state of mind her.

‘I want to follow you, even a part of me…’

Marianne looked at her hero and prayed that way.
When Karen heard that she was trying to reveal all her magic with reason and logic, she was literally shocked, but Marian’s wish her began to come true again.

“I have a request…”
“Request?”
“Before you go, give me a light hug.”

Marian mustered up her courage and said so to her hero, who did not refuse her request her even though he looked at her with a puzzled look on her face.
Unlike a hug between lovers, a light hug as if exchanging greetings.
Still, Marianne felt the warrior’s body odor, and her heart began to pound at his body temperature.

‘It’s okay, it’s okay.’

Her Marian fingertips her touched her champion’s back her, and she parted and infused a little of her soul into her champion’s body her, as if she had known it from her birth her.
In her moment her, her startled body her pulled her body apart, and her hero looked at her with her strange expression her, but Marianne struggled to put on her unconcerned expression her.

“… Well, see you again then.”
“Yes. Good luck, warrior.”

Marianne let out a sigh of relief inside her as she looked at the silent warrior, and then she bowed her head towards him.

‘Okay, I didn’t get caught.’

Marian Delarosi.
She was literally writing a new history of divine magic, but she was still a long way from being an experienced warrior.