"Ah——!"
The girl's cry of pain echoed from the pitch-black tunnel. The dwarf, who had just crawled out of the passage, had to turn back. He saw Little Roman walking out with tearful eyes, her hands clutching her forehead.
"What's wrong?" The old dwarf brushed aside the merchant girl's left hand and saw the tearful Little Roman with a red bump on her snowy forehead. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and said angrily, "Bumped your head again? Haven't I told you—this passage is specially dug for me, it's obviously shorter than you," Audem grumbled reluctantly, "So be more careful when going in and out!"
"You didn't say it again later!" Little Roman held her head, frowning and muttering softly.
"There's no need to keep reminding you, little girl!" The dwarf sighed and reached out to pull her out of the tunnel, "Alright, how are you feeling? Does it still hurt, little one?"
"Of course, it hurts!" she replied without hesitation.
