May The Gods Have Mercy On Us All

Randolph sipped some tea as he gazed in the distance. From time to time, he would casually pick up a cookie from the plate beside him and eat it while thinking of his Disciple who had disappeared for several months.

Lux had told him in advance that he planned to go sight-seeing in the territory of Norria, but the blacksmith of Leaf Village didn't buy his bullsh*t.

"I'd greatly appreciate it if you don't scowl while eating in front of my shop," Grandma Annie said in a reprimanding voice. "You are scaring away my customers."

Randolph gave the old lady Dwarf a side-long glance before snorting.

"I am not scowling," Randolph replied. "I was born with this face."

Grandma Annie chuckled as she sat on the chair beside the Dwarf Smith, who was always looking in the direction of the village's entrance.