No matter how outstanding their weapons and armory were, their durability differed according to who used them and under what circumstances. Although Davey had gotten rich from selling the blue steel weapons to Duke Bariatta in secret, the weapons were back in his hands now.

Davey sat on the field beyond the fortress walls for a break. He glanced over at the blue steel swords that Duke Bariatta’s army had thrown away upon surrendering. He commented, “If I sell these again, then I’ll double in money, right?”

-Oh my… I expected this when you requested for weapons from the dwarves and secretly sold them to Duke Bariatta, but…

‘It’s so easy to get money.’

This war was playing out exactly as Davey wanted it to; he had minimized the damage on the uninvolved subjects of the kingdom while picking out those who had caused this and killing them. Now that the enemy’s core had been struck, their strength had greatly diminished.

-If they’re not idiots, they will definitely try to stop you and go to the royal palace.

Almost eight thousand soldiers, about a third of the initial thirty thousand, had been subdued. Of course, it...