I, the Weakest Traveler, Start by Taming the gods of the Old World.

Chapter 133: Visiting the dwarves

'Artoria told me about the issue these people were having concerning the bridge, even though I already clearly gave them a constructive blueprint. Too much to ask for them to understand?'

Ha Joon frowned as he walked down the road, Yukio following behind him.

It had only been a day since Morgana woke up from her deep slumber. Since then, Mordred had been taking care of her, along with a lot of the maids.

Artoria had set out with some knights to the southern region to investigate the sudden disappearance of the demi-humans living in that barony.

In conclusion, the whole royal family was busy with something.

'The idea to get the dwarfs to work under me was the right choice then. They are known to be exceptional when it comes to building stuff; it's a huge loss to just leave them there by themselves.'

[Ciel agrees.]

Ha Joon paused, looking at the screen. 'Been wondering this for a while, but aren't you a bit too talkative these days?'

[You think Ciel is talking too much.]

'I mean, I don't mind it. Just want to make sure it's not a bug I'm actively overlooking,' he replied.

[As Ciel has said before, this is due to the upgrade she received.]

'Hmm, then I have a few questions to ask you about my transportation to this world—'

"My lord, we have arrived here, but it seems the path has been blocked," Yukio suddenly spoke.

Ha Joon shifted his attention from Ciel and looked ahead.

The bridge that led to the other side of the land was covered with tree branches, blocking anyone from crossing over.

"Uh? That's weird? Why is this place blocked, Yukio?" Ha Joon asked, looking at her and pointing at the bridge.

"I... do not know. I believe the dwarfs do not want visitors," Yukio managed to respond, though she was also confused.

"Too bad, I'm the king around here, and if they don't op—wait, I have a freaking dragon."

Ha Joon looked to the side.

?Hey, Lyra! Can you hear me??

He uttered using his mind communication skill.

?Master, you've come.?

Responded Lyra.

?Yes, I have. Why is the path leading to the dwarf village blocked??

?Oh, that? According to them, there has been an increase in goblin attacks from there, and they are trying to reduce the casualties.?

'Goblins? Come to think of it, Camelot doesn't have a wide spread of monsters, which makes sense considering the knights slaughtered them all, but to think a goblin was actually hiding here... interesting.'

?Inform them the king is about to pay them a visit.?

?How do you plan on reaching here?? Lyra asked.

?Don't worry about that.?

....

In the dwarf village, Lyra was seated inside a small cave, her teeth digging into an apple as she allowed the mind communication to disconnect.

"This master of mine, I barely know what goes through that head of his." Lyra stood up from the ground. "His orders are orders, let me inform these dwarfs..."

She struggled with disgust.

Leaping down from the cave, Lyra made her way toward the village center.

There, she could see dwarfs roaming about. Though they were not many, they still managed to live peacefully and survive for a long period of time.

As Lyra walked through their midst, they all began to look at her. The most beautiful woman they had ever met, leaving aside the fact that her intense aura could rip a person's ego into pieces, her level of beauty was enough to make anyone fall madly in love with her.

Reaching the chief's house, she uttered, "Old man, you there? I have news from my master." Her gaze showed how visibly detached she was.

The longer she stayed in the midst of these dwarfs, the stronger she knew she had to fight the urge to burn them all.

"Is that the great dragon Lyra I hear?"

The manly voice echoed from inside the house, and you could almost see Lyra's brow twitch, her disgust reaching yet another height.

"Ah, so it is you. Did you finally decide to come down and meet us? Was wondering why you were cooped up in that cave," the small dwarf uttered, standing at the entrance of the house with a bottle of wine in his hand.

With long, rough black hair, the dwarf wore a robe tied around his body, accompanied by a necklace around his neck. His name was Erin.

"So, great dragon, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Erin asked.

Lyra sighed, the other dwarfs looked her way while murmuring.

"The king has said to inform you about his presence. He will be here shortly," she managed to voice out.

They were all shocked. What could the king possibly want with them? No royal family had come to visit them for a very long time.

"Why exactly does the new king of Camelot want to meet us dwarfs?" Erin asked, this time with a suspicious look on his face.

"The reason is irrelevant to you. That's the king's wish, and you will follow it accordingly. I don't want him coming here and having to deal with all your dwarfs'... 'diseases' gawking at him. Set a room ready. You can do that much, can you not?" She asked, staring down at the man with coldness.

Erin pondered for a while. "The king's orders are final, I suppose. We will get ready for his arrival."

"Very good, I'll take my leave then..." Lyra turned around.

"Wait! The people have questions they want to ask you. Can you please just entertain them for a while? They seem to have taken a liking to you..."

Taken a liking to you ~

Taken a liking to you ~

Taken a liking to you ~

Lyra paused, the words echoing in her head.

She suddenly fell to her knees, her hand covering her mouth as she desperately tried to stop herself from barfing all over the ground.

"Great dragon! Are you alright?" Erin yelled.

"Get her water!"

"She needs water!"

"Water!"

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