Her skills were completely different from the Cursed King Malfart in my memories.
She seemed like she specialized not in combat but housekeeping.
Her gender was female, too. Her past and present selves had no similarities other than their brown hair, which was the hallmark of the Brown Dragon race.
⡠Warning: Your method of entering a member of the Five Great Disastersâ abode is not in line with the natural course of events. Your meeting should have been by chance while traveling. Not much time is left until you meet the next Great Disaster, so take note.
This woman seemed to be the Malfart I was looking for.
⡠Confirmation: That is the Cursed King Malfartâs appearance before he went mad. To impress her beloved, she honed her housekeeping skills. But after she lost him, she fell into a rage and directed all efforts into maximizing her combat skills, becoming a completely different person.
A completely different person?
I disagreed with the system.
Unlike the locals who just got top-ranked skills thanks to the system, I went through fire, water, and copper pipes to rise from F to ZZZ-rank.
I had to learn and hone a lot of production skills to upgrade my Gifted skill to ZZZ.
But I could say with confidence that my nature didnât change at all.
Skills were just skills.
âMoral Declineâ and âMadnessâ could affect emotions, but they also didnât just occur out of nowhere. They only ever appeared and grew due to certain actions and conditions.
In other words, that dragon had an extremely evil natureâŚ
âSpirit, harpy, demon. What an interesting combination. If you donât mind, I would like to hear the story of your journey in my home. I will provide you with a hearty dinner and a bed for the night.â
The vile dragon decided to pretend to be kind.
âOkay.â
Likewise, I decided to pretend that I had been tricked.
For as long as I didnât forget that she was a malevolent being, then this would be an opportunity, not a trap.
âMy name is Malfaricia,â she introduced herself as she emerged from the bathtub and got dressed by the female mud golems.
MalfariciaâŚ
It felt like Malfartâs name had been slightly changed to sound more feminine.
âMalfaricia! You are beautiful as always!â
âHmm! Mistress Malfaricia!â
âAre these your guests? Glad to meet you!â
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As soon as we left, dwarves started showing up.
Dwarves.
The race that gave up on looks and decided to focus on skill.
The tallest dwarf was less than a meter tall. Low and wide in proportion, they were ideal for working in mines.
Like the giants, they were a male-only species. Hence, to preserve it, they needed female humans who were capable of interracial reproduction.
But this was where problems arose.
Giants raided human villages to obtain women, but unlike them, dwarves didnât know how to fight. They couldnât forcibly take females away from powerful males.
InsteadâŚ
âAmazingâŚâ I burst out.
It wasnât the dwarves that amazed me.
It was the buildings they built. They were all comparable to works of art.
But even more amazing than those were their weapons: their craftsmanship.
They couldnât abduct a woman by force, but they could win her heart with a beautiful ring or necklace.
It sounded like the strategies of aristocrats, but for dwarves, it was a battle for survival.
Therefore, all things created by them had a âsoul,â like the literary heritage of some artists.
âBe careful not to get lost here. This is a dwarven city. Those who visit this place for the first time often stare around, causing them to quickly fall behind and get lost,â Malfaricia laughed as she walked in front of us.
That wasnât just a warning.
The Snow Woman almost fainted because of the magnificence of this place. If the low-ranking spirits didnât take care of her, she would have already been kidnapped by the dwarves and beautifully divided into parts.
Brisket, wings, legs, ribsâŚ
As I said, Island S was a dwarf country.
But this place wasnât their last bastion after being driven out by humans, as it happened with the elves.
Dwarven craftsmanship was like the goose that lay golden eggs, considering they still worked hard like slaves even after getting married.
Their country was more like an academy.
Because no matter how gifted one was, self-study had a limit. Dwarves came to this âDwarf Sanctuaryâ to learn new techniques from their ancestors and teachers, create even more beautiful works of art, or meet their other halves.
Naturally, like any state, it had its own ruler.
âIs this the royal palace?â
âNo. This is my home, but the royal palace is nearby.â
Looking at the spot Malfari was pointing at, I suppressed a grin.
She boasted of living in a house that was more luxurious than a royal palace.
Throughout her home, I could see the pride of a dragon that didnât like to lose, no matter what. It made me think how many dwarves shed sweat and tears to build itâŚ
âOh! Miss Malfaricia! Youâre early today!â
âLook! I redid the windows. Now theyâre even better!â
âCome see the fountain I made!â
âIâve been building this especially for you for a month now.â
From all sides, dwarves came running as fast as their short legs allowed and began to brag about their creations, talking over each other.
There werenât just one or two dwarves here.
From the garden to the chimney of the house, there was no place left without them.
âThank you so much, everyone, for being so caring towards me. I want to inspect everyoneâs gift right now, but I, unfortunately, have guests waiting for me,â Malfaricia apologized, pretending to be kind.
The dwarves moved forward without protest and opened the way.
Their weapon was their craftsmanship.
And the products they made were always masterful works of art.
They thought that if she liked something, she would ask them to talk about it in more detail herself.
Such was the pride of the dwarves.
âś Surprise: You know a lot about their kind.
âNaturally, Trainee Teacher.â
In the 1st round, the âDwarf Kingâ was one of my companions.
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If I knew how to create a nuclear or hydrogen bomb, we wouldâve gotten along well, but unfortunately, I only learned the basics of chemistry and physics in high school.
Cursed King Malfart back then loved dwarves and hated humans.
But ironically, the dwarves betrayed him and sided with the Hero because they couldnât keep their race alive without humans.
The fight wasnât that fierce.
Armed with the treasures of the Dwarf King, my companions were confident of their victory, and I, as befitted a squad leader, sent them into battle, empowering them with guidance, seasoned with 500% exaggeration.
Determined, they fought with special zeal.
And thanks to their noble sacrifice, I was able to defeat the Cursed King Malfart.
âMy husâ no, Sir Hero, you really are scum, arenât you?â Ssosia grinned as she held onto my arm, unable to stand normally due to her dislocated lower back.
âNobody asked you to read my mind.â
âLovely Trainee Teacher, this is for you.â
âś Shyness: Is that also a compliment spiced with 500% exaggeration? Ssosia, my senior, is much prettier than meâŚ
âNo. my judgment on that is completely objective.â
My wife wasnât pretty. She was cowardly.
âI can hear everything, cowardly Hero.â
âKeep listening.â
At that moment, Malfaricia intervened.
âOh! Human and demon. You have such different races, but youâre all so close that you can even communicate with just a glance! I really envy your relationship.â
Was this what she considered a close relationship?
Oh! Did our hostile relationship look cool in the eyes of the evil dragon?
(Sir Hero, canât you just accept the compliment?)
The Goddess clearly lacked the experience of living in society.
In contrast, I was an expert in this.
âAh! Mistress Malfaricia, youâre early today. I didnât know you were coming back so early. I havenât even finished cleaning yet,â Said the dwarf in an apron and cleaning supplies in hand.
There were many of his kind outside, but he was the only one inside her art-filled residence.
Was he a housekeeper?
âDonât worry, prince. Itâs my fault that I came without warning.â
Oh. So he was the prince!
Was he supposed to be cleaning someone elseâs abode?
âHow can you say that, Mistress Malfaricia! That just canât be. Iâll quickly finish cleaning and cook dinnerâŚâ
âIâll cook dinner tonight.â
âIf that is what you truly desire.â
âHey dwarf, princes of a state shouldnât allow themselves to be humiliated like that. How can you still live with yourself?â
I wanted to ask if he was even really a prince.
He probably was on paper, but it had to be a mistake, considering he worked as a servant.
âSystem, what do you think?â
⡠Denial: This is not a script error but a historical fact.
This was what really happened in the past? I didnât know what to say.
⡠Explanation: That princeâs death will become the fuel to Wisdom Queen Malfariciaâs rage. She will regret inviting him to visit after their fateful meeting until her death.
âAre you talking about the First Hero?â
They didnât have to worry about him now, though. He had already drowned in the sea, after all. He couldnât even ask for help.
The sea mermaids probably sucked all the strength out of him, preventing him from even swimming away.
âPlease wait in the living room until the food is ready, my dear guests. It probably will take quite a bit of time since I need to prepare for quite a lot of people. Oh, I know! Please feel free to examine the paintings to avoid boredom. The esteemed prince painted them for me.â
Was she not afraid we would steal something, or did she just have so many pieces of art that she wouldnât even notice if one of them went missing?
Malfari left me and the dummies in the living room.
I sat down comfortably, leaning against the back of the sofa.
âSir Hero, wonât you go look at them?â
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âNo, but youâre allowed to check them out yourself if you want.â
âThank you~â
Snow Woman, accompanied by the spirits, began to examine the paintings with enthusiasm.
I wanted to tell her not to run around to avoid littering the place with her feathers, but I wasnât her nanny, so I just kept silent.
âAlthough her gender is different, sheâs definitely the same dragon.â
I saw all these pictures in the 1st round.
I thought Malfart made the dwarves paint these pictures because he missed his beloved, but who wouldâve thought that this girl was him!
So the Cursed King was a narcissist?
âArenât you distorting the facts? She keeps these pictures not to admire herself but because her beloved man painted them. On second thought, I shouldnât have expected someone who doesnât even know what love is to understand such a concept.â
âActually, I do know what love is. Itâs a conquest.â
âThatâs why you donâtâ hey, that hurts!â
âYour nonsense needs to stop, demoness. We should focus on finding a way to defeat her instead.â
âYou already know the easiest way to do that.â
ââŚâ
I did know. Even a child would.
âYou know nothing, sir Hero. Youâre worse than my father, yet you still pretend to be kind. However, I understand your side. No race is as capricious as humans.
âIâm not just pretending to be kind. Itâs the truth.â
When my companions, drunk with victory, looked only forward, I always looked back.
Widows who had lost their husbands, parents who had lost their children, girls who had lost their loved ones, sons who had lost their fathers, teachers who had lost their students, and basically anyone who had ever lost someoneâŚ
They blamed me for everything.
Many residents fell victim to my companions, who rushed into the fight while shouting, âWhoever kills the least pays for dinner!â
It wasnât me who killed them, but I had to listen to their familiesâ threats and complaints anyway.
All of that was due to a rabble of savages called the Heroâs Party.
It was impossible to control them, but they operated under my name.
âStop bringing that up, Cowardly Hero. Youâre making me feel uncomfortable. I already understand why you went insane.â
âIâm not crazy.â
âCrazy people donât know theyâre crazyâŚâ
âYouâre a crazy bitch.â
âHow dare you! Iâm telling my father everything!â
While we were thinking about defeating the dragon that exploited the dwarves using her false kindness, an alluring and magnetizing scent entered my nostrils.
âUnbelievable.â
Its smell alone was enough to satiate hunger.
Judging by that alone, something magnificent awaited us.
HoweverâŚ
âWhat a smell!â
âWow! I canât wait for tonightâs dinner!â
âEverybody, run to the kitchen!â
A gang of hooligans shouted as they ignored the stairs, jumping down from the upper floors instead.
When they saw us in the living room, they immediately got angry.
âOh! YouâŚâ
âYouâre that tyrant from the Northern Continent!â
âWhy are you here?!â
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With Lanuvel were several other people who, as it turned out, didnât die.
Including the First Hero, glaring at me.
History was indeed repeating itself.
The old Heroâs Party arrived in the Dwarven Kingdom and became guests of the Wisdom Queen Malfari before we did.
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