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Alistair's hall had a strange appearance. It's a two-story stone building, but all the exterior walls were made of one giant rock. Brushed like a mirror, four 25-meter or so rock walls with no slight irregularities on the surface would be in this shape if they were combined to form a box and put another one on instead of a roof.

Such a strange-looking building is regularly equipped with small windows. Without the windows, you wouldn't think it was definitely a residence. Is it a good, ruin or magic device?

”What do you say? What about the Atashi Hall?

”As usual, you're big for nothing on your tiny eyes. It's so portable.”

How dare this hall itself be a demonic prop and portable. That's right, that's the hall of divine blacksmiths. It's not a glimmer.

”Hmm. Not a single piece of waste in this hall. You're the only one who can't understand that for nothing.”

”Gu...”

Alistair doesn't like Groundlars' words, she squeaks and spicy words. But Groundlers didn't even say it back, he just wandered.

After all, Earthlers doesn't seem to like Alistair. I won't even say it back. I wonder what the hell happened between the two of us.

Step inside the hall as the carriage is led by Alistair, who is wrapped in a special item bag. That's just like the exterior - no, there were more incredible sights than that.

Apparently, the entire hall is in the workplace, and no entrance or anything like that exists. Taking a step, it seemed to be an immediate laboratory and workshop for Alistair.

I just wouldn't have thought this was the lab and workshop if they hadn't told me. I mean, pah, I had no idea what kind of room it was for.

The walls and ceilings shine thinly. And it's not a magical light. Oh, my God, the metal was sticking out like plating. A wall of metal like a polished silver dish was dazzling, reflecting light such as lamps.

”Wow.”

My eyes tickle, or I stare at the walls and ceiling as Fran narrows her eyes. Alistair explained it to me like it was nothing.

”Oh, that one? Mithril plating. Magically delicate work can only be done if the magic of the outside world gets in the way. Yeah, we're blocking the outside magic.”

”Mithrill? Is that Mithril?

”Ooh.”

It's also a rare sight inside that Fran is surprised to keep standing. But when it comes to plating, it's this amount of misrills, right? Isn't that messy extravaganza? That's a divine blacksmith.

”If you're surprised to that extent, you can't go out with this guy, can you?

”Shut up, stupid ghost. I need to talk to you about something important, so you need to get up there. You know what the guest room is?

”I know. I just want you to explain what happened before that, okay?

”How far do you remember?

When Fran asks, Groundlers roars gently with his hands on his chin. I guess I'm opening my memory drawer.

”Uh... the princess tells me that I ran wild and that your skills took the madness away from me and stopped me from running wild. But I lost consciousness soon afterwards, and when I realized it, it felt like I'd woken up here. I somehow know the evil bastard was fighting something...”

You seem to have been protected by the Meres after the madness was lifted and explained really lightly. And you mean you lost your mind as much as I ran off and started fighting Zero Thread.

”It's been a long time since I've had this pleasant awakening. Thank you.”

Groundlers bowed his head deeply. They really appreciate it.

”But I just took it, so I'll be back soon”

”Still. Even for a few days, it's gratifying to be free from the fear that makes me no longer myself. You owe me big time.”

”Oh, we have to, we were just in danger”

”Instead, I have to thank you for not having to kill the princess or Chiara with this hand. I have to apologize to them later.”

Really? Doesn't Earthlers know Chiara's dead? But I guess Fran still hasn't been able to cut enough to explain it from his own mouth. He wrinkled between his eyebrows and leaned over with an expression that could indulge him in something.

……

”What's up?

”Ha... you idiot! Later! I'll let you know when Chiara's due.”

”... oh”

With Alistair's words and Fran's attitude, you must have understood. The expression fell out of Earthlers' face. But this is all I have to tell you.

”It's not your fault.”

”... who?

I really want to tell you more, but I still can't have a conversation on my own. I just thought I'd have to tell her that Chiara wasn't in the hands of a runaway Earthlers.

I don't know what kind of relationship it was, but it seemed like an old acquaintance.