181. Spies -1 (Part Two)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

That's right, it was the leader of the dwarves, Belrog. The dwarves, each of them carrying backpacks larger than their bodies, hurriedly ran up to where I was standing.

Belrog, panting and huffing heavily, stood before me before kneeling down. However, rather than him trying to observe the correct etiquette of greeting the Holy Emperor, I got a feeling that he was simply collapsing on his knees from sheer exhaustion, instead.

"The craftsman affiliated with the territory of Hilda, Belrog, greets Your Imperial Majesty the Holy Emperor."

"It's been a while, Belrog. It's been four years already, hasn't it? No wait, it's more like five now."

Belrog flinched a little at that, then a bitter grin spread on his lips. He should know better than anyone that the time frame he had promised me had long passed us by.