"You said that every member of the Dwarf Clan in this world was born with a desire to forge things. If that's the case, do we need to find the best blacksmith among the dwarves—but one who's blind?" Uchiha Madara asked.
Belaque shook her head. "That's not it. Even if he's blind, you know how tempting magic stones are—especially when all the magic stones are gathered together. Other than someone who truly has no desires, no one could resist that temptation."
"That's true." Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "It's like that old mage in Red Rock City. Even though he didn't look at the magic stones himself, they were still calling his name."
"So!" Belaque said, her face red. "There's someone in the Dwarf Clan. This person is the best blacksmith in all of Elzeran, and he's someone without any desires."
"There's really a dwarf like that?" Uchiha Madara asked.
"That's right." Belaque looked at Uchiha Madara and smiled. "That blacksmith is me."
"..." Uchiha Madara said speechlessly, "Wake up already. You're a thief. This world is filled with far too many tempting things for you, yet you still have the nerve to call yourself someone without any desires."
"A thief—the most famous thief in all of Elzeran—claiming she has no desires? Do you think I'd believe that?" Uchiha Madara said helplessly.
Uchiha Madara had now truly witnessed what the demon owner had meant by the Dwarf Clan's bragging after drinking.
In Belaque's current state, Uchiha Madara did not believe a single word that came out of her mouth.
A thief with no desires—Uchiha Madara did not believe that in the slightest. And now this thief was claiming to be the best blacksmith in the world? That was even more absurd.
Uchiha Madara had seen Belaque's hands. They were