The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

Arriving at the Dwarven Homeland

After walking from Ashtaroth Castle for several days, the dwarven homelands came into view.

From our still far distance, it seemed more like a settlement than a town.

I could see several houses that were crudely built with stacked stones.

All of them had straw or tin roofs.

Perhaps it was more of a village than a town. I could not help but think such things as I looked at how poor it all was.

“And I thought the dwarves had many brilliant architects among them?”

It reminded me of an old saying about practicing what you preach.

“This dwarven settlement is not exactly prosperous. Besides, the dwarves are not a race that cares much about keeping up appearances.”