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Having successfully entered the dwarven territory, Leon and Rosvisser walked behind the patrol guards, leading Aju along with them.

The dwarves’ dwellings were primarily igloos. In such an extremely cold region, these ice houses were actually excellent insulators, effectively shielding them from harsh blizzards.

Along the streets, many silver-armored merchants were displaying weapons of various kinds. Without exception, all of them were of the highest quality—masterpieces among masterpieces.

As Leon and Rosvisser strolled through the dwarven village, their presence inevitably drew attention. The “small” couple stood out among the much larger dwarves, earning them curious and scrutinizing gazes.@@novelbin@@

Leon quickly noticed that, beyond curiosity toward foreign races, there was also hostility and resistance in those stares.

Rosvisser noticed it as well.

Exchanging a glance over Aju’s back, the couple silently acknowledged the situation before Leon broke the silence.

“By the way, you mentioned earlier that two outsiders have been harassing your territory recently. Could you tell us more about that?”

Leon had a hunch that this hostility from the dwarves might be linked to the unknown outsiders the guards had mentioned.

The patrol captain walking ahead responded,

“Ah, yes. A pair of rather suspicious individuals suddenly appeared in our lands.

“They never stated their race, but they immediately demanded that we hand over a so-called ‘key that should have been left behind.’ The problem is… we have no idea what they’re talking about.”

“‘Key’…? And those wretches?”

Leon had actually heard of that term before — Rosvisser had mentioned it once when she was explaining the Primordial God Samael to him.

Samael was the God of Time, permanently imprisoned upon the Throne of Time in order to maintain the stability of the timeline.

“But what kind of ‘key’ are they talking about?”