episode_0124
by fnovelpiaThe city tour continued today.
It was time to expand the world of Assis, which was nothing but a small block of ice. I had to teach her many things, even though she lacked everything.
The direction of the Assis story is different from that of existing slaves.
While Mirabelle, Arphia, and Lin’s stories focus on the growth of their abilities, Asis focuses on the growth of the mind.
Constantly interact with others and melt frozen elements. You must save the princess who has been cursed and turned into a snowman.
There’s a reason why Assis’ story takes place in Doomheim. It’s because the dwarves have no complaints about breaking down the ice wall.
So I thought.
‘Where and what would be the best place to do it?’
There were elements that naturally came to mind that allowed for smooth interaction with others while taking advantage of the characteristics of Assis.
I took Assis with me to the mine where the railroad construction had begun. With Assis, there was no need to try to attract attention.
The dwarves stopped working and looked this way. As I glanced at their condition, the corners of my mouth went up at the thought that it was as expected.
“Everyone, are you feeling hot?”
“What the hell. Are you asking because you don’t know? Is it because your eyes are dark? Can’t you see that you’re sweating like crazy?”
“Are you here to tease us?”
“Haha, no way. I just came to give you guys a blessing.”
I ignored the dwarven miners who were glaring at me as if they were going to kill me and turned my gaze to Assis. Even though the mine was sweltering with heat, I felt cold next to Assis.
“Princess, won’t you have mercy on these poor people?”
“Why…?”
“When you pickaxe, it’s so hard that you sweat. When you sweat, you feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. It’s to let out a chill to them.”
Assis flinches, then looks down and mutters.
“Everyone hates the cold… .”
It seems like he cares about making fluffy things hard and freezing roses.
Currently, Assis’s intelligence is similar to that of a child. Originally, children learn to watch their parents’ faces. It is a biological instinct for survival.
I thought I had solved it in my own way, but it seems like that wasn’t enough.
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll like it. Trust me and give it a try.”
Assis, who had been hesitating, reluctantly nodded. He stretched out his hand and casted a spell.
Phew.
The wind blows.
The cool breeze typical of winter.
Tiny snowflakes fall from the ceiling.
Winter has come to the mine.
“Oh! It’s snowing!”
“Damn, what the heck is this wind! My body… is getting colder! Wooo!”
The dwarves’ sweat dries quickly.
The heat that filled the mine died down.
Don’t worry about catching a cold.
Because he is a dwarf who generates heat from his body as he cools down.
My body was hot, but my outside was cold. It was like turning on the air conditioner in the summer and getting under the blanket.
“I can work so coolly! I can work for hours in this environment!”
“What are you doing! Not thanking the princess!”
“Thank you, Princess!”
A roar echoes through the mines. The dwarves are digging again to make a path and lay a railroad.
Movements, including swinging the pickaxe, are much lighter than before.
“Everyone says it’s cool and good?”
“Weird… … .”
“I won’t deny it.”
Dwarves are a very unique race.
“Still, it’s not an empty word, nor a white lie.”
Dwarves are a pure and childlike race. If you show them good intentions, they will make you a tsundere-like piece of equipment and throw it at you, saying they found it there. If you show them evil intentions, they will smash your head with a hammer.
‘When I think about it, it feels unfair.’
I brought my daughter to work as a slave, but she was treated like a bad guy, and Assisi did nothing, but she was treated like a princess.
It’s like extreme lookism.
“Should I drop by once in a while to cool off a bit?”
Assis stared at the dwarves who were struggling and nodded.
***
If you come to Doomheim, there is a place you must visit.
A drunkard’s cask.
This is the tavern that dwarves always stop by after finishing their day’s work. As dwarves love alcohol, there are many taverns in Doomheim, but the most famous one is the Drunken Cask.
Because there is not enough space to accommodate all the guests, everyone drinks at outdoor tables, except for a few private rooms where VIPs are treated.
Dwarves have a mindset that if they drink well, they are friends, so at this moment when they drink, everyone is a friend. They mingle and drink together without any sense of distance.
There, only Assis and I were sitting at the table, as if we were inhabitants of a world apart. Assis kept looking around, as if he found this place strange.
“It’s really noisy, isn’t it?”
A drunkard’s cask is not my cup of tea.
As someone who likes quiet things, the peacock at the night party is the best.
That doesn’t mean I can’t come.
The drunkard’s cask is a hot spot where various events take place since the beginning of the game.
As a person who has to get involved with others and blend in with ordinary life, Asira must come unconditionally.
Even in the noisy and hectic atmosphere of the tavern, Assis maintained his composure. He yawned lazily, his eyes showing his characteristic languidness.
As soon as his cool breath touched me, I felt drowsy and even yawned.
“Your order and two glasses of ale have arrived.”
The waitress placed the food and two frosty glasses on our table and disappeared.
“Miss AS, have you ever had a drink?”
Assis tilts his head so that his ear touches his shoulder. It seems he has never had a drink before.
While I’m worried about giving Assis alcohol, I’m also curious. When people drink alcohol, they tend to reveal a side of themselves that they don’t normally show.
Aren’t you very curious?
I wonder what Assis will show us.
It’s hard to imagine Assis being drunk, but the bigger the reaction, the better.
“Okay, let’s get started.”
Assis, who didn’t know the meaning of the word “zan”, just blankly held the glass, so I brought it over and clinked it with him.
“The national rule is to drink the first glass all at once.”
I drank the ale in front of Assis as if I was going to show off. I drank it all in one shot without leaving a single drop behind.
“Kyaa~”
I can’t drink alcohol, but I can drink medieval ale because it’s not too strong and is sweet. It’s also refreshing enough to blow away the mental and physical fatigue from hard labor.
Of course I didn’t work.
Anyway, that’s how cool it is.
Assis, who had been looking at the glass with both hands, began to drink the ale carefully. His white throat gurgled as he swallowed the ale.
I hesitated once in the middle, but I finished it in one shot. I licked my lips with my tongue.
‘Wow, every single one of his gestures is annoying.’
As the saying goes, extreme negation is affirmation, when something reaches an extreme, it tends to take on an opposite tendency.
Assis is a pure white snow flower that does not know the filth of the world. There is no evil intention or trickery.
For example, if a woman brushes her side hair or presses her chest against a man’s, most men will notice. They will think that she is being a fox.
But there is nothing like that in Assis’s actions. He has no evil intentions.
The defenseless actions that come from innocent innocence actually stimulate men’s hearts. They fill up with a base desire to harass others.
But that won’t work.
“How does it taste? Is it edible?”
Assis moves his head back and forth like a grasshopper at the unfamiliar taste.
“I guess you still don’t feel anything. Then let’s drink until it’s time to go!”
Just as we were about to order again, a dwarf shouted at our table.
“Oh! Who is this! Isn’t it the princess and the skinny guy?”
The dwarf approaching was someone I remembered seeing at the Iron Blood Conference. He was Roxar, the Shield of the Earth, one of the seven masters.
“I’m not a skinny guy.”
“Hahahaha! Sorry! That Hargran guy’s singing really stuck in my ear.”
That damn Hargran.
If you hit this guy when something happens in Doomheim, you’ll get it right 99 out of 100 times.
“What a fate. I never thought I’d end up in a drunkard’s barrel.”
“You can’t say you’ve been to Doomheim if you don’t drink here.”
“Hahahahahahaha! You know a thing or two! Yeah, you have to come no matter what!”
“So I invited the princess and gave her a drink.”
“This is the only son of a bitch in the world!!!”
Kwak!
Roxar grabbed me by the collar. Roxar raised his arms high, but his feet didn’t leave the ground because of the height difference.
“What the heck are you doing?”
“That’s what I’m going to do! How dare you make our princess drink alcohol?! You’re planning on dyeing our pure princess your dirty black color!”
“No, dwarves won’t accept you as a comrade if you don’t drink alcohol… .”
“Go!”
Roxar lets out a thunderous roar.
The chair fell over and dust flew everywhere on the floor.
“I can’t leave the princess to a punk like you!”
“No, I brought you here and you are my slave… .”
This is so unfair.
Dwarves traditionally tend to look down on humans who can’t drink alcohol. Drinking alcohol is a qualification for them.
But I guess that doesn’t apply to Asia.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
The dwarves were the ones who supported the princess both materially and spiritually without backing down from the stepmother and the witch. From the dwarves’ perspective, I was the bad guy who made Assis drink alcohol.
The person who started it all might as well have a drink.
I want to make him a proper person, not an idiot who can’t do anything on his own.
“I’ll break your head right now and take the princess…!”
“Wait a minute. Let’s talk it out as intellectuals. Don’t you think that’s what they call a mole who only knows how to hammer because he gets angry at everything? By the way, I absolutely do not think that way. It’s what the elf said.”
“Conversation? What kind of conversation is that with the guy who gave the princess alcohol?”
“Why, you know? Dwarven conversation. Are you so stupid that you can’t even remember? An elf I saw once said that.”
Did the elf say that?
I’m not sure, but let’s do something like that starting today.
Invincible Elf Shield ON.
It would be great if I could get Assis’ help, but he doesn’t think about anything even when his master is grabbed by the collar. For now, I have to deal with the situation on my own.
That’s the only solution I can come up with right now.
Dwarven conversation style.
“Shall we have a drinking contest to see who is right and who is wrong?”
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