"Grandpa Shantru, you're finally finished."
Anlia turned around and called out with a smile.
Then she supported Moss by the shoulder and said to Shantru:
"That's right, little Molly is the new member of our team, so you have to give her a discount, Grandpa Shantru!"
"Hmm..."
Shantru raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Moss, whom Anlia had pushed in front of him, through the eyes revealed beneath his snow-white brows.
Moss promptly put on a well-behaved smile as well and called out sweetly:
"Hello, Grandpa Shantru."
"Oh, hello, little Molly."
Perhaps Moss's smile was simply too powerful. A smile involuntarily appeared on the old dwarf's face, and even his heavy voice became noticeably gentler.
He glanced at the short sword in Moss's arms, then reached out toward her and asked:
"Do you want to buy this sword?"
"Mm-hmm!"
Moss nodded and placed the short sword in Shantru's hand.
Clang--
Shantru gripped the scabbard and drew the blade, examining it carefully.
Anlia stood to the side and said to Shantru with a grin:
"I picked this sword myself. It should be perfect as little Molly's beginner gift, right? What do you think, Grandpa Shantru?"
However, Shantru shook his head and glanced at Anlia.
"You little girl. How could a sword chosen according to your own habits possibly suit little Molly?"
"Eh~!"
Anlia's expression immediately fell when she heard that.
Shantru held the short sword, slapped it against his palm a few times, then shook his head again.
"The sword's balance was designed according to an adult's standards. I won't allow my customer to use such an ill-fitting weapon."
Shantru returned the short sword to its scabbard and casually placed it back on the table.
He turned to Moss and asked gently:
"Which hand are you accustomed to using?"
"Grandpa