Chapter 45: Seller's Market

Romance grinned and brandished her axe, not bothering to argue.

She had indeed gained an advantage from her weapon. Otherwise, she likely wouldn't have been a match for this Dwarf, who had already reached the upper echelons of the Silver rank.

"Shut up, Grim."

The Dwarf standing beside the Third Elder suddenly spoke, his brass-bell eyes glaring at the Red-bearded Dwarf.

"If you're not strong enough, you're not strong enough! What's the point of complaining about a weapon? You're a disgrace to all Dwarves!"

"The next time you face an enemy, are you going to ask them to switch to a different weapon?"

Grim's face flushed red from the scolding, leaving him speechless.

The Warhammer Dwarf snorted, then turned to the Third Elder, his expression back to normal.

"Elder Casian, the younger generation of your Silver Moon Race is full of talent. I'm truly envious that even an underaged Elf can be this exceptional."

"You're too kind, Elder Thorvin," the Third Elder laughed heartily.