A month later, at the Royal Court of the Holy Mountain.
In Dwarf King Petra's palace, a guard hurried in to report.
"Budiman and Feru are back."
"Oh?"
Petra's face lit up, and he went outside.
Sure enough, his old friend Budiman and his son Feru had returned and were greeting the Clan Members they knew.
The dwarven population in this world was not large. Everyone had lived together for years, so their relationships were relatively harmonious, and there was not much distinction between noble and base, high and low.
Petra laughed heartily as he went forward to greet Budiman with an embrace.
Then he greeted his son, Feru.
"Why did you suddenly come back?"
After exchanging pleasantries, Petra asked with some curiosity.
"Didn't you say the work in the tower was keeping you busy, with so many weapons and suits of armor to forge?
"It isn't even a holiday."
"The war ended, so things have not been that busy for a long time. We just switched to research and study...
"Recently, Your Excellency Roy specifically approved extra leave for us, allowing us to return home to visit our relatives."
Budiman spoke.
At the mention of that name, Petra's expression darkened slightly.
"He must have sent you back to persuade me. There's really no need to say anything more about it."
"No, Father. He didn't send us to persuade you. He simply gave us time to visit home and say goodbye."
Feru spoke.
"At the same time, he wants to recruit some new craftsmen!
"The tower has recently opened several new Alchemy Workshops and needs a large number of people skilled in smelting and forging.
"These are all jobs suited to us dwarves. Our ancestors have dealt with ore for generations, and our Appraisal Spell and smelting knowledge are no