CHAPTER: 5
¡Regaining the love of a granddaughter!
Galia's exhaustive training came to a halt when, accidentally, the short sword, her metal companion, was broken because of her grandfather trying to cut off some meat from an animal she had previously hunted to share with her granddaughter.
This triggered the cry of little Ghamurant, for it was not a simple short sword, but a gift from her father given to her on her first birthday. Darko, nervous, did not have a clear idea of what the hell to do, with which he turned to his savior. Aria.
"¡Aria, aria, this poor old man needs your wisdom!"
Of course, Aria, was already aware of the situation, being that Galia went to her in complaining about this in the first place, so it was only a matter of time for Darko also to come to her in supplication for his help, or wisdom. Aria sighed, turned around and looked at her teacher on her knees, begging like a child.
Aria, not resigned to the situation, raised her voice.
"¿Why does the legendary master Darko need my blissful wisdom?"
His tone was sarcastic. Darko noticed, but it wasn't time for jokes.
"It just so happens that... B-Well, my granddaughter doesn't want to look at me in paint right now and if this continues like this, ¡she may never want to do it again! ¡¿I Do you know what a problem that is, Aria?!"
Aria, deep down, does, dying of laughter, rather, his teacher is a total clown. To see him so worried about his granddaughter's tantrum is quite funny. Although Aria never takes into account that her own facial expressions can be treacherous: Darko looked at him, a burlesque smile between the lips of the servant beast.
"¡This is a serious situation, not funny, Aria!"
Aria realized, therefore, she slapped herself, regaining her serious posture.
He sighed and again looked at his teacher. But then, he recalled, today as every day in the afternoon, I would have to go out to the Ghamurant town market to do the daily shopping for the house, then it could be used as a perfect excuse to reunite granddaughter and grandfather and that they reconcile.
Although Aria doubted that it would end this way, since Galia is really upset with her grandfather. However, it sounds like a good plan.
"This afternoon I will go out to the market; if you join me, we could stop by some arms shop and so, Master Darko, I could convince my little lady to buy her another sword as compensation and, before I ask, Galia already had me aware of the situation... S-Just, it's funny to watch him act like this... ¡Pf!".
Darko's eyes lit up; the idea was not at all bad, nor did it sound like much of a mess. Although a grimace echoed from his teeth for the latter mentioned, he chose to simply remain silent.
Well, now that I had gotten Aria's help, it would be a total waste to lose her for some silly comment.
Also, that plan was excellent; that way, Darko could kill two birds with one stone. On the one hand, he would regain his granddaughter's love and, on the other hand, he would have a chance to stay an entire night as a reward for his efforts by his granddaughter in a ladies' bar, specifically the bar where he is a guest of honor for blessed ladies with an overflowing aura of pure lust.
Even taking Aria with you, after all, is young and beautiful as the old Ghamurant is a pervert in all the meaning of the word. Sometimes, a little creepy.
"Master Darko... if you don't stop looking at me right now with that certainly disgusting expression, I will be obliged to tell your granddaughter".
With that said, Darko came to his senses, using the wrist of his left arm to wipe away the droplet of drool from his dry lips.
Aria, I did not count on a completely friendly expression, in fact, it was a full of disappointment totally dedicated to his teacher. A look full of contempt, with eyes looking deep into his soul, almost judging him.
The young maid no longer had any idea what to think of her master. To see him act like that, so worried about his granddaughter, seemed like a street puppy, but also, it was impossible not to compare him with a beast voracious of sexual appetite and it is creepy.
Aria thanks every day that Galia is the most normal of this crazy family, although she hopes that it does not follow in her grandfather's footsteps because, even though she always calls him like an idiot or perverted grandfather, Galia admires him as much as she does with her father, latm. That, at least, Mr Latm, for Aria's opinion, is a little more reserved than his father, Master Darko.
"¡So, see you in the afternoon! ¡Thank you very much, Aria, I knew you were someone to trust!"
Darko, without complaining, took Aria's hands, weeping and thanking her like a little boy who was passed in his subjects.
"Sure, sure, now, please, I need to get back to my job".
With this mishap resolved, the young maid plunged again into the work she does for the house.
While Darko, without thinking too much, came as a result that he had to visit a good friend, a dwarf who has a blacksmith shop in the city of Ghamurant.
Darko, in conclusion, knew that simply buying a new weapon from Galia would not be enough; so he went to that place with great speed to ask for help whose person of the race of dwarves bears the name of Kilmon Tarmatoris.
The one who once contributed to the making of the swordtails. Because within his master plan, there is the option of making a custom sword exclusive to Galia and that way, recover the love of her granddaughter without many complications.
Well, Darko, he wasn't really the kind of guy that worked and tried so hard. But, if it was for her granddaughter, she would do anything and, therefore, it was not the time to think about ladies. Unless they are young women; if so, then there are exceptions. He also needed the help of Kilmon to make such a sword for Galia.
With that and the plan already in mind, Darko carries out the day's operation.
¡Regainthe love of a granddaughter!
Without further ado and being already in front of the door of the blacksmith shop, he made his way with his usual aggressiveness. Since Darko never pays attention to these details. After all, he only ends up exercising his right as head and founder of the city of Ghamurant; basically, abuse of power to his own people.
"¡Hey, Kilmon, my old friend!"
Kilmon was not surprised, as he knew very well the childish attitude of Darko.
Quite well, that he himself would prefer not to have such knowledge in his brain, but since there is no method or something to forget such information from the depths of his mind that does not involve decapitating himself, he preferred to set aside everything he was doing at that very moment and turned his attention to his old friend caught in the soul of a child.
"It's a pleasure, Darko. ¿What brings you to my humble abode?"
Old Ghamurant raised his eyebrow, for the interior of this place was anything but humble. With laughter he went inside the tent, until he took a seat near the reception table, where Kilmon was doing well.
"This thing I'm going to tell you is serious, Kilmon, I need your help urgently".
This really surprised the dwarf in difference; it was not common to see that serious expression on his friend's face. And besides, Kilmon owed him some favour; therefore he decided to ask what was the reason for this serious matter.
"¿I'm all ears. What's that concern?"
Kilmon raised his eyebrows, waiting for Darko's answer, as he looked at him swallowing saliva nervously.
"This is my granddaughter... I accidentally broke the sword that her father gave her and now she won't talk to me at all. ¡¿Do you know how disturbing that is, kilmon?!"
Now, it was more than confirmed that Kilmon did not understand anything of the situation. To see him so worried about his granddaughter is quite funny for the dwarf, who, unlike Aria, did not hesitate to laugh in front of him.
"¡Pft, Ha, ha, ha! Well, well, then your granddaughter, Princess Galia, is now upset with you."
"¡Exactly, so please help me! I plan to compensate him with a new sword, but I want it to be something special, a sword with a unique design".
"I understand, then let's get going".
Darko's smile was drawn from cheek to cheek, throwing himself at Kilmon to rub his cheek like a pet.
"¡I knew, I knew I could count on you, my great friend Kilmon.!"
Sighing and soon after dragging him through the depths of the blacksmith. Well, this was only the first step in the operation.
¡Regaining the love of a granddaughter!