“Pagma! You have no such thing as shame!’ 

“Did you come back to die?!” 

‘The interest is hot.’

The dwarves were famous for devoting themselves to their work. He heard that the dwarves were the type to turn a blind eye even if a madman suddenly popped out naked. There seemed to be only one exception. A crowd appeared the moment Pagma’s name emerged. 

“Everybody, out of the way! It is my job to kill Pagma!” 

“Let’s torture him for 10 years instead of just killing him!” 

“I will drop a hammer on his little toes.” 

“......”

New dwarves were constantly gathering. It had been a long time since the room ran out in the small smithy. Grid was pressed back against the checkout counter and calmly grasped the situation. 

‘Should I escape?’ 

Why were they raging against Pagma? Grid’s experience was too rich for such questions and confusion. He knew that most of Pagma’s actions, while for the sake of justice, had betrayed or injured others. There would naturally be resentment. 

‘Sigh.’

However, he hadn’t...