Published: January 13, 2026
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The typical image of dwarves is usually wild black hair, a constantly untrimmed beard, and a short stature resembling little people. Additionally, people might picture the men as stocky and muscular, while the women look like young girls.
However, the most striking characteristic is undoubtedly their blacksmithing skills.
Dwarves are also called the earth people, as they excel the most at mining. There are various theories, but one simple explanation is that due to their appearance, they faced discrimination and persecution and were driven into the mountains. Whether because of that or not, dwarves are indeed known to be closed off and only trust their own kind.
It’s also said that elves, who were targeted because of their beauty, and beastmen, who were enslaved due to their superior labor capability, fled into the forests to avoid capture by the larger human population and developed their own cultures.
Due to these different backgrounds, elves and beastmen rarely fight each other, whereas dwarves struggle to get along with other races.
I wondered if such ancient issues would still deeply persist today, but it seems these relationships are factual.
Because of this cultural background, dwarves, who kept away from plains and forests, dug holes in the mountains and created their living spaces. However, in this world’s common knowledge, stronger and more resilient demonic beasts appear more frequently in the mountains than in forests, and more in forests than in plains.
This harsh environment meant that dwarves naturally demanded superior armor and weapons above all else.
Facing these dwarves, Rango approached excitedly.
“Ah, are you the god of wine (Bacchus)?”
When Rango spoke, the dwarves glared at him with wary eyes.
“…What’s with you, brother?”
“So what if I said yes?”
Their tone was rough and middle-aged, like a tough guy. In response, Rango snorted and closed the distance even more, like a veteran pervert. The bearded dwarves looked visibly unsettled.
“I want to borrow your knowledge and wisdom! This town still lacks an environment suitable for blacksmithing! Please, teach me how to make a dwarf’s forge…!”
Rango bowed deeply, pleading. The dwarves exchanged glances.
Then, the dwarf standing at the front spoke.
“…We’re traveling on behalf of the dwarf kingdom. I sympathize with a town that can’t even forge, but we don’t have time.”
The dwarf said seriously. Rango raised his head.
“W-What happened? If there’s anything we can do, we’ll help! So please, the forge…”
“Okay, okay! Don’t come any closer!”
Perhaps overwhelmed by Rango’s enthusiasm or frightened, the dwarves stepped back while yelling.
After confirming Rango wasn’t approaching anymore, the dwarf explained the reason.
“Even if we told you, it wouldn’t matter… We can’t gather the necessary materials for the dwarf king. The current dwarf king will soon reach the end of his life. At that time, we absolutely have to make a piece of Orichalcum armor or weapon for his successor. But for the last twenty years, no matter where we look, we can’t find any Orichalcum.”
One spoke, and the others nodded, shoulders slumped.
“Not in mines, volcanoes, or forests. We heard that sometimes it’s traded at high prices in human kingdoms, so comrades went searching in various countries, but still no luck.”
“They say every kingdom’s royalty wants it, too. Like us, they probably hide it to use when the next king takes the throne.”
The dwarves muttered sadly, and the onlookers furrowed their brows.
Amidst this, Rango’s eyes lit up as he looked at us.
“Lord Van! Orichalcum! Orichalcum! With that, we can make the forge!”
Rango was excited, but the dwarves sighed in exasperation.
“…Did you hear the story just now? They said they can’t find that Orichalcum.”