The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 80: THE LAND OF THE DWARF RACE (4)

Then a few moments later from in front of us exactly a few tens of meters in front of the city there was a huge puff of smoke as if it was a wave of dust scattered and headed towards us.

Then it got closer and there was a noisy crackling sound that I was at least familiar with. Wait, is it really in this world?

Right after my abstract thought, it emerged from the dust of the waves and the thing I guessed what was in my mind actually appeared.

The noise of the engine, the spinning wheel not in rhythm with the sidewalk, the black metal snout I could predict, and with the funnel above the snout gave off a puff of smoke.

Ah... That locomotive...

“Mobile..”.

I murmured then and there bitterly.

And on top of that old-fashioned looking car ride was someone sitting down. But his face was like a crazy person to quickly want to get here and he screamed out.

“Surge! Move aside! You bastards don't get in the way!”

After the car arrived right in front of us the driver suddenly stepped on the brakes and parked brutally.

The driver jumped out of the car and ran towards us. No, more precisely in front of July.

“S-greetings to the guardians and goddesses of these simple Dwarves!”

The driver knelt to pay his respects to July. In that instant, as a result of his huge voice echoing throughout this place, the people who had been going about their daily activities turned towards here in disbelief and started running around.

“Eh, no way! Princess Dryad!”

“The original diaper appeared!”

“Wah, I didn't expect to see it in this beautiful morning!”

Unexplained feelings of happiness. The form of respect, affection, obedience and obedience, which they have dedicated to now, is poured out in an instant as July appears before them.

By the way, what does real July mean?

[Thank you everyone, now go back to your activities and don't get distracted.]

There ******* ‘Wah!’ everywhere. Everyone who started saluting by kneeling back up and returning to their activities and the crowd was calm again.

July himself seemed to have no problem with that so I also did not know if he was distracted or not because his expression was just smiling.

[Wake up, Mouris.]

“Good, princess!”

[Thank you for the welcome.]

“T-no princess, this is still not how much. We will prepare a banquet for you right now.”

[That's enough, Mouris. As I told you. I brought those who wanted to see you in person.]

“Hm..?”

Mouris. The man who seems quite old but he still has a healthy appearance for someone who can be said grandfather. Her life spirit was still burning when she shouted when July appeared.

He's a man who upholds honor. Yeah, I know. I'm glad there's such a man. But...

“Geh, man..”.

“....”

His expression that looked at us at that time was far from a word of respect or rather in his eyes we were just trash that happened to be picked up. His eyes that lit up like embers when he saw July, turned in an instant into a look of disinterested disdain.

We all froze with that response.

[Don't do that, Mouris. As an elder here please give them a warm welcome as well.]

[Please.]

Unable to refute the words July seemed to be pleading with him, Mouris gave up with a sigh. Then he turned his head again glancing at us with a sharp look like there was a sound of blades in his eyes.

“Alright, princess.”

Was that some kind of warning not to mess around? Or an indirect word that tells us to be quiet?

Yohan, Heros, and Veronica spoke muttering as if they had lost the ribbon.

“I want to beat him once in the face.”

“If I want to cut her body small.”

“No, you guys are young. Better kill first then grab his organs and hang in front of this archway.”

Please do not let my rationality come tainted due to the ravings of the three of them.

Sooner or later, guess or not. I decided immediately by sighing lightly and taking a step forward.

“Greetings, Mr. Mouris. I am Saint Alvius Raven who came from the Harvellion Holy Kingdom to meet you. I hope understanding and time. Ju— Putri Dryad was kind enough to take me to be a guest in this great Dwarf-owned city. From here please guidance.”

With all I have I throw out the sentence as polite and as friendly as possible. Even though it would kill me by selling self-esteem like losing honor. At least it's a little bit better because after all we're still safe and not expelled once Mouris sees us.

And also I was careful in the pronunciation of the word, not to call July carelessly.

However, July Lilyca is a goddess-like woman who is held in high esteem by the Dwarves as their protector. If I don't show this sense of obedience, Mouris who has great respect for July will turn her face away from us and my plans fail miserably.

For now let's smile kindly.

Everyone behind me who understood this signal walked a step and bowed as I did.

[They're good kids, aren't they.]

“...Y-Yes.”

Although Mouris sounded forced, she nevertheless gave a review to July's relaxed response.

Look, we all dare to take the risk to duck if this ultimately gives us an advantage as well.

“Alright, then let's go in first.”

With guided by Mouris who took a car but he ran very slowly to match our road and also July who chose to walk. Mouris spoke proudly.

“This city is an Industry that we established for hundreds of years and from generation to generation. The only place that reflects our name as a pure Dwarf.”

Because in outline the building in the city is not only a tall roofed house but increasingly in to enter the city, the house will look a little and from here is a large factory building.

Indeed, this city deserves to be called the city of Industry where the distribution of items made by the legendary Dwarf.

“Tenstheon City is an ordinary city basically. We do not form a country or a Kingdom nor are we based on opposition like the human states out there. Arguably we are Dwarves with our own legal system, living freely.”

The city of Tenstheon did not have any system of government, but there were still laws running here according to the rules set by their predecessors.

The foundation here is done hereditary without replacing it. As long as it did not become a demand for their lives to be bad, they still maintained their law of fondalism.

I don't know how long this city stands and looks just set up as, Industrial City.

Then Mouris continued back with a forward gaze and a focus on driving.

“This city is also hidden behind a valley far from the face of the other races. That's because the Princess has protected all of us and kept the City of Dwarves safe from outside threats.”

But, until when will it last, right?