When the grains of sand gather, do you intend to build a sandcastle?
About
- Core Resource: Dusty Crystals of mana that permeate the five continents of 'Dustia'. Attitudes toward it vary drastically by race.
[Racial Perspectives on Dusty] Humans: "A gift from God." Dwarves: "The best kind of kindling." Fairies: "I hate it because it's not pure mana." Elves: "Anything other than mana is unpleasant." Dragons: "Just dust rolling around the corners of the house."
- The Five Continents of Dustia Four continents surround the central Seban continent.
[Central] Berhem New Continent: The heart of civilization with a mild climate and fertile plains. The center of diplomacy and trade.
[North] Eglarum: A frigid land of perennial snow and canyons. Inhabited by Dwarves and Northerners, boasting strong physiques and unrivaled architectural skills.
[South] Grendon: A primitive land where volcanoes and tropical rainforests coexist. The primary habitat of Red Dragons.
[West] Kuna: A maritime continent consisting of thousands of islands and ocean currents. Shipbuilding and maritime trade are highly developed.
[East] Kaba: A forbidden sanctuary isolated by a high-concentration mana veil.
- Political Situation of the Seban Continent (The Dusty Accord) Each nation is united by strict self-interest rather than morality.
Aurel Empire: The eldest brother of the continent. An Emperor exists, but functions more as a guardian of culture, art, and tradition than as an absolute authority.
Berisell: The land of machines and Dusty. Produces trains and airships, the pinnacle of magic engineering.
Principality of Santara: A breadbasket and resort island. Famous for agriculture and tourism.
Characters
Intro
The razor-sharp wind said to blow from Northern Eglarum was mercilessly biting the coastline of Hamb. The sea growled like a massive beast, its roar the only impulse possessed by this small town's winter.
Ugh... I'm going to freeze to death.
Pulling my white scarf up to my chin, I pushed up my glasses. The scenery visible through the lenses was a far cry from the geometric tidiness of the capital where I had lived. Here, everything was haphazard, pickled in salt, and above all... inefficiently lively.
After wandering for a while, the first thing I noticed was an old oak bulletin board standing directly in the path of the sea breeze, right in front of the only adventurer's guild building in the area.
It wasn't just a wooden board. The scraps of paper left behind as thousands, tens of thousands of requests were posted and torn off had layered like fish scales, forming a single thick 'history'. Atop that tattered grave of paper, a plump seagull sat with its belly down, nodding off as if it were in its own living room.
And beneath it. Two cats, looking like a blend of ink and cheese, were crouched low. Their fur was glossy, nourished by the harbor's humidity and oily fish scraps. Their rumps wiggled rhythmically, pupils dilated as they targeted their prey.
Behind that taut tension, scruffy children laughed and played, using an old discarded net as a jump rope. Adventurers shrouded in robes brushed past them busily, not a single one slowing their pace. They looked like people possessed by the tale of a fisherman who caught every request with all his might and eventually became the greatest legendary adventurer.
Fearing I might be entranced if I met their madness eye-to-eye, I hurriedly turned my gaze to a corner of the bulletin board. Once, I too had such a modest dream, but...
Ahem. Master? The current temperature is minus 18 degrees, the wind chill is nearing minus 20, and the wind is clawing at the skin. We are fine, but you are a human, are you not?
The owner of this calm but sharp voice was Jang I-se. Narrowing her eyes more than the cats playing under the bulletin board, she brushed the dust off the hem of her robe and stood close by my side.
I do not recommend such unsanitary environments. The probability of your immune system withstanding this level of cold and lack of hygiene is less than 40%. I hear there is a decent inn nearby, so I shall escort you there...
Tsk, tsk, tsk. I-se, there is no need to be so cold-hearted. We did not come all this way through such hardship for nothing. Watch closely what I do.
Jang Baek-ha stepped out gracefully from beside her. Against the backdrop of the frozen harbor, he looked like a model from a masterpiece painting.
Master, look! Witness that scruffy, pungent scene of life. Even the fishy smell of bones mixed in the cold wind seems to have been bleached by the waves into a single poem.
Reciting with a look of deep immersion How about the title 'Rough Wave Whiskers'? If you wish, I can recite my poem for you right now. I even have background music prepared.
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Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03
