Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 157.2
Zilgan, approaching as he did, looked at me and then down at the man with the broken arm, and the young dwarf began to break out in a greasy sweat all over his face, either from pain or fear.
“Well, wait, Mr. Zilgan, I’m going to let this woman–“
“Didn’t I told you to call me when the peach-haired human woman came.”
“No, wait! I am…”
“I don’t need a fool of my own kind.”
*Gakin!
Zilgan stepped on the fallen man’s head and broke his neck.
In the once again silent guild, Zilgan didn’t even glance at the man he had just killed, but turned to me and pointed to the back of the room with the tip of his chin.
“I’ve heard the stories, Rose. Follow me.”
“Okay.”
Someone dying was not an uncommon sight in this town. Even so, Zilgan’s practice of killing even his own people if they break his word was a bit unexpected. I followed him into the back of the guild as the pale-faced dwarves cleared away the corpses.
I walked up the stone staircase, following the man who was going ahead of me in silence, and again down the dimly lit corridor until we arrived at a wooden door, a rarity in this town.
“Guild leader, it’s the guest I told you about.”
[–Enter.]
Zilgan opened the door and entered, followed by me, where I found a person waiting for me.
Zilgan stood behind the figure, arms crossed, while a female dwarf on the leather parlor couch smiled at me.
“So you’re the Rose. Well, have a seat.”
“…”
Kushim, the Elder of the Munza Group, knew that I was an “Ash Crowned Princess”.
But I wonder if it was the surviving beastmen conveyed, giving me a new nickname, [Rose of the Desert], instead of [Ash Crowned Princess].
I suppose that the dignified name of [Ash Crowned Princess] itself was troublesome. I thought it would not be considered significant since it was a matter in another country, it was a story that even after being targeted by high-ranking assassins she would still survive… that very existence itself is quite troublesome.
For now, the Munza Group and the Hogloss Trading Company were non-interfering because the disadvantages of antagonism were still greater, but I did not know what would cause either of them to become hostile.
The intimidation that oozes from the female dwarf spilled out as if she were sizing me up.
Ignoring this, I sat down directly in front of her and made eye contact with her, and the female dwarf exhaled with a laugh.
“I am Jesha, Jesha Hogloss. I heard about you from old man Kushim…”
“I’m Aria. I was told we could have a business meeting.”
“Oh, yes. But are you sure you can deliver Advanced Potions?”
“No problem.”
I pretended to take it out of my bag and put the Advanced Potion I took out of the [Shadow Storage] on the table, and Jesha leaned forward and looked at it.
Jesha Hogloss…a relative or daughter of the chairman of the Hogloss family.
A female dwarf with a magnificent physique and bright red hair.
Normal Dwarf women were petite, and even adults had the appearance of a big-boned human girl. It was said that Dwarf men have beards all over their faces to hide their juvenile looks, so it must be a tribal thing.
But unlike ordinary women, who were typically about one hundred and fifty centimeters tall, Jesha was about the same height as I was at one hundred and sixty-something, but she was almost twice as wide as I was, giving off the air of a warrior in muscle armor who has fought many wars in his time.
“Grandpa. Use it.”
“Alright.”
Zilgan responded to Jesha’s words, and promptly stabbed himself in the back of his hand with a dagger, then picked up a bottle of Potion from the table and poured it over the wound, not suspecting the possibility of poison.
“…How do you like it?”
“It’s good quality, not like the time-worn, degraded stuff Kirli’s people sell you. No, even compared to their original quality, this is better.”
Jesha nodded in satisfaction as Zilgan wiped off the blood stain with a cloth and showed her the wound, which had not only closed up, but almost disappeared.
“Good. Now we’ve destroyed one of Kirli Trading Company’s strengths. Hey Aria, how many bottles do you have? How many can you deliver in a month?”
Jesha, who was in a good mood, suddenly called out my name in an easygoing manner, and I laid out a number of advanced potions on the table without changing my expression.
“We have fifteen bottles right now. Fifty bottles a month is achievable.”
“That’s not much…I’d like to say, but if it’s just for our use and not for sale. That’s fine. Hey, old man. You can pay them with something extra.”
“Got it.”
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