pping for it.
Damn dwarf.
I want it, but! I want it, but! I’ve already decided what material I’m going to use for the knife! Ah, excuse me.
Here is a present as a token of our closeness.”


But now, this is a battle.

I replied loudly, trying not to give in to the Dwarf’s curses.

Ah, but I didn’t forget the sake I had bought as a present and handed it over, being careful not to break the bottle.

After all, greetings, gifts, and etiquette are important.


“I didn’t expect you to be polite.
Wait, who’s a damn dwarf! This fucking elf! You’re a fucking elf and you choose a good drink, you said!!! …… Damn, you brought some really good booze.
So, if you’re not shopping, what are you doing here? If it’s a boring business, even though you gave me alcohol, I’ll really kick you out.”


The dwarf, perhaps touched by my courteous attitude, softens his tone and asks me about what I came here for.

Ah, yeah, this guy a pretty good guy too.

After all, unless you actually meet them, you won’t know what people like and dislike.


But if he’s willing to listen to me, then there is nothing I would be more grateful for.

Well, it was completely thanks to the high-end sake that cost a large gold coin at the liquor store in town.

I take the forest wolf’s fangs out of my luggage bag and place them on the counter of the shop.


“It’s the fang of the forest wolf that I defeated when it came out of the forest, but I wanted to process it into a knife.
I came here to learn the skills to make it.”


At these words, the dwarf raised a hardened eyebrow, then said, “Let me take a look at it,” and took it in his hand to seriously examine the fangs.

The way he handles the fangs is careful, and his gaze is serious.

For a few minutes, the dwarf really takes a good look at the fang, then puts it back on the desk.


“I thought you were a strange elf, but you, really are an idiot, aren’t you? Those aren’t the fangs of a forest wolf, but those of a bigger Granwolf’s fang.
Even if I taught you how to process it a little, it’s not a material an amateur can handle.”


And what came out of the dwarf’s mouth was a shocking revelation.

What a surprise.

I thought all the wolf monsters that appeared in the forest were forest wolves.

But it’s different in the outside world, apparently.


“Yeah, hence I didn’t want to fail, so I came here to learn from a dwarf who is said to be the best blacksmith in this town.
I couldn’t bring any fur or meat.
I need to make the most of it, even if it’s just claws and fangs, so it doesn’t go to waste.”


I carefully tuck the fangs of the forest wolf, or rather the Granwolf, into my luggage bag.

Then the Dwarf was,


“If you don’t want to fail, why don’t I make a knife out of your fangs? If you’re strong enough to hunt Granwolves, you could make a lot of money as an adventurer without having to learn any skills.”


He put it like that.

As it turns out, he is a very kind dwarf.

Apparently, he’s saying that he’s willing to forge a weapon for me if I want.


But I,


“No, I’m not sure I’m up to become an adventurer.
I want to craft other things with fangs and claws, not just knives, and I’m also interested in blacksmithing techniques.
Dwarves are just as interesting as I thought they would be, and I’d love to see your furnaces and such.
If anything, I’d rather be a blacksmith than an adventurer for ten or twenty years.”


I shook my head and smiled.

The dwarf looked at me like I was some kind of crazy creature.

Yeah, well, that would probably be the right reaction.


As an elf, I am aware that I am saying something crazy.

However, compared to human beings, the scale of time we live is too different.

In the end, I have no choice but to live as the creature I am.

When I abandoned my High Elf-likeness, that is how I decided on my life.

Even if others don’t understand me.


“Haa…… you’re not an idiot, you’re a mad elf, aren’t you.
Well, that’s alright.
A mad elf is far better compared to a proud elf.
If you also do some menial work, I’ll teach you a bit of blacksmithing until you get over your madness.
Since if those fangs go to waste, the Granwolf would be pitiful!”


And no matter what path I take, it will always intersect with someone else’s path, even if they don’t understand it.

When I was so happy that I held out my right hand, the dwarf looked at it seriously for a far longer time than he did when he was observing the material, and …… eventually, perhaps sensing that I had no intention of giving up, he shook my outstretched hand.

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