Meeting The King Of Dwarves

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"Nieve, calm down." I said, quickly patting her small shoulders. "Panicking here won't get us anywhere… Everyone is watching, be careful."

"A-Ah… Right…" Nieve sighed.

"Wait, what did she said?"

"The sword… stolen?!"

"What sort of insult is this to our great king, who traded for it fair and square?"

"Who is that insect-winged foulmouthed brat?!"

"I'm sorry, she's just… got excited. We apologize, she really didn't mean it." I smiled gently. The people sighed and then forgot about it, though some still were glaring at us weirdly.

"L-Lady Planta… Why are you acting like this? Doesn't it frustrate you that they have our Queen's treasure that was stolen away from her?!" Nieve whispered to me angrily.