However, his name was seen as is.
– Weed: I am that Art Hand.
– Herman: Are you really that Dwarven sculptor Art Hand?
-Weed: Yes. But I’m not a Dwarf.
– Herman: You’re not a Dwarf?
– Weed: Due to circumstances, as of now I’m pretending to be a Dwarf.
– Pin: Art Hand, it’s good to see you, but what do you mean, you’re not a Dwarf? You’re a perfectly short Dwarf… Ack! I’m really sorry for saying Dwarves are short. Anyways, are you not the same race as Herman grandpa?
– Weed: I’m not.
– Pin: Then what is your original race?
– Weed: Human.
Herman, who was blankly standing next to Weed, suddenly realized something.
The incredible sculptures Weed made and the sight of him doing the Sculptor quests, and the time when he made the Wings of Light.
There was a thought glancing through Herman’s mind.
– Herman: A Human as well as the sculptor Weed…. No way, the Lord of Morata?
– Weed: That’s me.