In the near future, she would have to hand over the position of Mine Lord.
Then to whom...?
"Lady Rozena."
"Ah, Dunkel."
As they entered deeper into the mine, Dunkel greeted her.
Dunkel's hands were stained bright red with blood.
He had been tending to the injured dwarves until now.
"...You've worked hard."
There was a snake on Dunkel's shoulder.
The snake was proudly holding its body upright.
Rozena spoke to the snake.
"Is this how it's supposed to be done?"
'You did perfectly.'
A pen and paper moved in mid-air, writing the words.
Mentioning Roil was at the snake's request.
Thanks to that, Roil would now be able to handle the trade rights of the Red Anvil Mine.
He would be able to amass enormous wealth in the long term, of course.
Also... the snake had a cunning trick up its sleeve.
'Weapons suitable for goblin hands. This should be interesting.'
Rozena grinned.
