Gurnita Hyde:
It's a desolate mountain that has been uninhabited for over a hundred years. Some books or stories from bards may tell you about its former prosperity, but that's in the past.
Regin knows this place better than anyone, and he still remembers its prosperity.
Gurnita Hyde's main building is located in the mountain. More than a hundred years ago, however, there was a small town under the Gurnita Hyde mountains that served caravans from various kingdoms.
The town does not have its own name, as it is part of Gurnita Hyde. The dwarves of Gurnita Hyde generally refer to it as the "Outer City."
The town was divided into areas for caravans from different kingdoms. They rested in their own inns, and human servants and magical golems tended to their horses. These servants obeyed the dwarven king, Heridma.
However, that kind of prosperity was a long time ago. After nearly a hundred years, this place was deserted.
With the disappearance of the Kingdom of Gurnita Hyde and the closure of the gates of the dwarven world, people lost their reason to come here. It was too barren to cultivate, so there was not even a small town.
Perhaps only the breeze blowing through this land knows of its former glory.
Now,Regin stands in the middle of this ghost town, quietly standing on the city's streets and looking at the long-dried-up fountain.
He feels that he can still see the glory of the past through this parched landscape.
Representatives of the various kingdoms would lead their followers through a series of elaborate traps into the interior of Gurnita Hyde. At the auction table in the mountain city, the delegates would bargain over good weapons.
This is the glory of Gurnita Hyde and the dwarves. It is this kind of transaction with the human kingdom that supports the existence of the entire kingdom.
The dwarves are their channels of communication and representatives, and the weapons they create drive the warriors of the human world wild.
Representatives of countless kingdoms pay high sums for good weapons and armor. They bid and fight at auctions, all because of the dwarves' splendor.
However, this has finally passed. When Regin returns, only fragments of emotion and peace remain in his heart.
Honestly, he had expected to feel more emotional:
Fear, panic, helplessness...
He thought about how he would feel when he returned, but he didn't feel any of those things.
When he returned to the Western Mountains in the Atrium World, only a trace of peace and longing remained in his heart.
It was strange and painful, but he still missed it.
Even now, he wasn't thinking about his big brother, Fáfnir, who had gone out of control. He didn't care about evil dragons or treasures.
At that moment, Regin was nostalgic for his family, and his mind was full of Gurnita Hyde's former glory.
The Ivandi father and son built a forge for him. He forged weapons and armor by its edge. His father worked hard. The eldest brother guarded the kingdom. The wise younger brother liked to run around as small animals.
Speaking of which, Ótr, the third prince of Gurnita Hyde, is a strange man. Although he is proficient in magic, he is not good at war. His favorite thing to do is turn into a small animal to avoid the dwarves' fear of the sun. Then, he runs outside to bask in the sun.
Regin remembers that there used to be a river near the outer city where his brother Ótr liked to turn into an otter and lie in the sun.
"It's back. It's back." Eventually, Regin spoke.
Even if, at this moment, no one here responds to him; even if, ten thousand steps back, there are people who survive; no one will know him. But he still wants to say this.
He was covered with artificial skin that shielded him from the deadly sun, and he wore a beard to change his appearance.
People from his time would never recognize him. Even if he hadn't changed his name, they would only think he was a half-breed dwarf with the same name.
"Hehe..." he chuckled.
Compared to his usual high-pitched, harsh voice, his voice was extremely gloomy at that moment.
Eventually, the longing and peace in his heart transformed into a wave of anger about to burst out of his chest.
"I said I'm back! Can anyone hear me?" "
His behavior provoked a reaction.
"Yoyo!"
It wasn't a monster or a human who spoke, but rather the unique roar of Grani's steed.
The girl snorted as if she were saying something, but no one could understand her. Siegfried, as the master, gently stroked her to calm her down.
He couldn't say anything to Regin, who was in a conflicted and complicated mood. After all, he was a returnee and a wanderer who had been traveling for nearly a hundred years before he was able to return.
A person like that should express his emotions.
Nevertheless, Siegfried subconsciously spoke: "It's better to have a smaller voice." "
He was accustomed to being cautious; the previous year of traveling had been no joke, and he had learned to be vigilant. As Uncle Hoder said, he was always vigilant and thoughtful.
In the face of the grown warrior, Regin smiled.
He wasn't annoyed by the young warrior's "interruption," though he had always been somewhat bitter toward Siegfried.
He didn't take Siegfried in out of pity for life; at the beginning, nothing in this world was more important to Regin than his own life.
He only adopted Siegfried because he owed Hoder a favor and a life. However, as time went by, he also grew to care for Siegfried as an adoptive father.
Seeing him grow up also brought him a sense of relief.
Although Siegfried's growth had nothing to do with him — an old dwarf who only knew how to forge iron — the armor and helmet he wore were all made by Regin.
Looking carefully at the armor hidden under his cloak, he sneered. "Hmph. There's no point in being quiet now. We're already high-profile enough." "
Then Siegfried opened his mouth as if to say something, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.
According to Uncle Hoder's last words, there's no need for them to keep a low profile.
Instead of loitering inconspicuously, it is better to be above board.