Since beginning to help me out with my work, she'd worked incredibly hard, but I felt, from a safety standpoint, a prosthetic arm and leg were a necessity. Fortunately, due to orders of the "singing stones", we'd managed to save up quite the amount of funds.

"Dwarven Territory" Factory Town 『Volstein』

Howaaah... Amazing...

Riding on the air gaul, we reached the city of the dwarves, a race that thrived on metalworking, in around four and a half days. I had written an old friend, but since I hadn't heard back from them, we went to their orthotic shop directly, with some small amount of trepidation.