The Hero is Disappointed in You – Chapter 70

Ch 70: The Hero Commissioned a Weapon

“Well, I’m telling you to use an axe!”

“…Is it that difficult to make a sword?”

I asked, looking at the dwarf who unconditionally told me to use an axe.

He was a blacksmith introduced by the King after resolving a misunderstanding about gifting adult products made by dwarves.

“No, making it isn’t the problem.”

“Then, just make it a sword.”

“What’s a sword for a man? An axe is for men.”

But the problem was that this damn dung bag blacksmith was stubbornly insisting on making me an axe against my will.

“Hey, you get turned on when you see axe marks, right?”

“Huh? Why would I?”

“Then why are you trying to use a sword instead of an axe?”

Still, because he was introduced by the King, he used quite formal language, but he was still a dwarf.

Seeing the blacksmith trying to steer the conversation in a strange direction if I let my guard down even a little, I sighed and looked at him.

“For weapons, a sword, a shield, and some light armor should be enough, right?”

“Weapons are axes. And you’re missing a horned helmet? It doesn’t look good without it?”

Seeing the dwarf trying to force a horned helmet on me this time, I felt nauseous.

It wasn’t just a conventional expression, but I almost actually cursed out loud.

“Haa, can’t you just make it the way I want?”

“Look here, Hero. I’m a pretty famous artisan in this field. What artisan would make something they don’t even want to make?”

I frowned as I watched the dwarf blacksmith speaking while sucking on his pipe tobacco.

It was because when he said that, I felt that his words were reasonable.

‘Ah, but still, not an axe.’

I scratched the back of my head and frowned.

Even though I suddenly became a hero one day because of the Balance Bug Goddess, I still had a fantasy about heroes.

Heroes should have swords, after all.

No matter how I thought about it, the image of a hero wielding an axe just felt awkward.

Clang.

While I was thinking that, I heard the sound of metal hitting something from one side of the smithy.

When I turned my head, I saw an unusually small dwarf looking at me and the blacksmith introduced by the King with a very nervous expression.

“S-sorry.”

The small dwarf quickly bowed towards the blacksmith dwarf and shouted.

She looked terrified at first glance, but the blacksmith dwarf frowned and yelled at her.

“Catherine. Is that you again? I told you not to come in carelessly when I’m talking to a guest, didn’t I?”

“…S-sorry. I was just.”

“Tsk. What is a talentless girl like you going to do, hanging around my smithy?”

I looked at the small dwarf, Catherine, with a surprised expression at the dwarf blacksmith’s words.

It was because I never dreamed I would meet her here.

“Is that person’s name Catherine?”

“That’s right, why?”

“Ah, never mind about the weapon.”

“What, what? No, why is that, huh? If that’s the case, how about this? Let’s agree to attach an axe blade to one side of the sword….”

“I’ll pass.”

I answered the dwarf blacksmith like that and approached Catherine, who was terrified.

Catherine looked at me with a surprised face as I approached her, and I carefully spoke to her.

“If you’re okay with it, could you make a weapon for me?”

“…M-me?”

I slowly nodded towards Catherine, who was looking at me with a surprised expression.

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Catherine J. Hope.

I would hear her name much later in my previous life.

In fact, this was the first time I had actually met her, even including the last round.

Still, Catherine had a very unique background, as unique as her name.

A blacksmith who made weapons for Baal, the Demon King, and the Demon King’s Army.

To the humans and demi-humans who were at war with the Demon King’s Army, she was a traitor who abandoned the continent and one of the main culprits to be killed.

That was because the weapons she made for the Demon King’s Army were all special and excellent.

“Why, why are you asking me such a favor….”

Catherine, who had taken me to her smithy, asked me with a very subdued face.

Her skills were definitely certain, but it seemed she hadn’t yet made a name for herself in the dwarf village.

Looking at Catherine’s expression mixed with curiosity and anxiety, I smiled as kindly as possible and said.

“Ah, I just had a feeling that you would make my weapon properly.”

“…To someone like me?”

Catherine said to me like that, and I nodded vigorously.

And on the other hand, I was wondering why she was showing such a lack of confidence.

‘What’s wrong? Surely the dwarves recognized the weapons she made?’

I secretly tilted my head, looking at Catherine, who was making a shy expression.

That was because I knew that a blacksmith’s skills don’t suddenly grow out of nowhere.

“Hehe. I’m the first person to ask me to make a weapon.”

Catherine fidgeted with her fingers with a shy expression and said to me like that.

I looked at her with a questioning expression at her words.

It was because the nuance I felt from what she said made it sound like she accepted commissions for things other than weapons.

“What do you usually make?”

“Yes? Ah, th-that’s…it’s a little embarrassing to show you.”

“A blacksmith is ashamed of the things they make? I don’t understand?”

At my words, Catherine blushed and took a deep breath.

Then, with an expression as if she had made up her mind, she started taking out all sorts of junk from one side of the smithy.

“This is, what I made recently…the purpose is.”

“Ah, no explanation is needed.”

I quickly answered like that, looking at the things Catherine took out.

There was something I had forgotten, and that was that the characteristics of the dwarf race also applied to women.

Looking at the metal object that looked exactly like a penis, I let out a light sigh.

It’s not like an old man carving a club, but a dwarf carving a penis.

I was worried that if I entrusted Catherine with a sword, a penis-shaped sword might come out.

“A-are you feeling bad?”

I saw Catherine looking at me with a gloomy face and asking as I sighed.

“Honestly, it’s not nice to see someone else’s penis shape.”

“…Y-yes, that’s right. Then, asking you to make a sword…should I cancel it?”

Catherine said to me with a gloomy face, and I hesitated for a moment before shaking my head.

After all, the effectiveness of the weapons she made was very outstanding, and fortunately, there were no penis-like weapons among the weapons of the Demon King’s Army in my previous life.

“No, it’s okay as long as you don’t make swords in that shape.”

“Ah, don’t worry! I’ll make you the coolest sword in the world!”

At my words, Catherine jumped up and down in place and said that, and thanks to that, the beard that was half covering her face fell to the floor with a thud.

‘The beard fell off?’

“Kyaa!”

I looked at Catherine with a dumbfounded expression, but she hurriedly picked up the fake beard as if she had shown me her naked body.

“Y-you saw it?”

“…I saw it because it was visible, but?”

Catherine, who hurriedly put on her fake beard, had a tearful expression again at my answer.

No, in reality, she was shedding tears.

“Sob, I’m sorry. For showing you my disgusting face.”

I could roughly guess why Catherine was saying that.

The dwarf race was so unique that women also grew beards, and the more abundant the beard, the more they were treated as beauties.

But Catherine seemed to have been born without a beard.

I recalled Catherine’s face with the fake beard fallen off, and then said to her like this.

“No, it’s not disgusting at all. Rather, it’s surprising that there is such a beauty among the dwarves.”

There was a bit of flattery mixed in because I had entrusted her with a weapon, but that wasn’t a lie.

Even though she had a slightly chubby side, Catherine’s face itself was on the cute side.

Big eyes and a high nose.

And even that adorable mouth that didn’t have that damn beard.

Honestly, it was a face that would be quite popular among humans, and if you looked at her small frame, her relatively developed breasts and slender waistline, and her plump buttocks, she might be called the best beauty to humans with certain tastes.

“N-no way.”

“No. Humans and dwarves have completely different aesthetic standards. So my words are not a lie.”

I explained to Catherine like that, and she looked at me with surprised eyes.

Funnily enough, she didn’t know that she had an appearance that was quite appealing to humans.

Looking at Catherine, who was looking at me with a surprised expression, I was reminded of another question.

‘I wonder if she doesn’t have hair down there either?’

Suddenly, after returning, I thought that I had rotted a lot too.