Apostle of the Gods

I also stroke Shiro's head.

"Shiro. Eat slowly. No one's taking it."

"Bu yep."

Shiro doesn't know what happens if he doesn't eat when he can.

That's what I'm claiming.

"If they say so, yes..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

Shiro is eating sweets as he looks at her.

Surely Siro is right in saying so.

In fact, if you're hit by a major earthquake or a fire, it's not a treat.

We'll all leave the treats alone and evacuate.

"But, Shilo. That's not gonna slow you down for the rest of your life, is it?

"... Tofu"

"Sure," Shiro says. You seem convinced.

But I won't stop eating fast. Maybe he likes breakfast itself.

"It's also bad for digestion, so weigh yourself a little"

"Meh."

"Shiro's a great eater, isn't he?"

When I say that, Rubeum, who was quietly eating sweets, looks up.

And he stared at my face.

"Not really. Kiyu."

"Hmm? About what?

"Kiru. Shiro often divides his rice."

"Really?

"Kiru"

It was very surprising.

When I look at Shiro in surprise, he's still eating munchies.

From what I can see, it's very delicious, but it seems to be splitting the rice in the back.

"Speaking of which, when you first met Shilo, you split your share among the sheep."

"Meh?

Ciro said, "Is that right?," he says, eating sweets.

When it was the first time, Shiloh was protecting sheep from wolves.

He was carrying grass under a sheep hidden in a cave.

Though I was disappointed, the sheep were not so skinny.

"I wonder if we are getting strength so that when we have to, we can split it it among everyone"

Either way, I think Ciro is very great.

I'll stroke Shilo's back.

"I'll keep as much food in my bag as I can."

"Meh."

"That's good," Shiro says.

"Shh, shh, shh"

"Yeah, yeah."

Salia was also stroking about Shilo.

He also likes to be stroked by Salia.

You look happier than I can stroke you.

I say as I look at the snack landscape of such godbeasts.

"We talked about it, but no mountain climbing."

"Right, maybe that's a good idea"

Milt was nodding yeah.

If Salia tells me no, I have no choice.

"Are there no fine dragons nearby?

"Kiru?

Rubeum said, "I'm here, though? I said."

I snap and shake my neck.

"... aren't any fine dragons around here other than Lubeum?

I'll rephrase it politely.

"Kiru"

Lubeum nods satisfactorily.

He strokes a rubeum like that, Dion says.

"Exactly. There are no dragons near the king's capital."

"Right. You're gonna make a fuss."

If a wild dragon shows up near a crowd, it becomes a fuss.

It would be all the more so if it appeared near the crowded King's Capital.

"Is it the nearest mountain range on the border with the Armadi Empire?"

"It's going to take about a month on foot."

"Yes, a flying dragon will get you there in a few days."

"You hear how fine a dragon is?

"Thousands of years have passed."

If you're over a thousand years old, you'd be a pretty fine Chenglong (Elder Dragon).

That dragon beard must be a good material.

"… just because the dragon leads the herd"

"When you do, you just get close, and the dragons get together,"

"Probably."

I'm not going to kill a thousand-year-old dragon.

I'm going to talk to you and ask you to share the material.

The beard of a dragon is the same as a human being, it stretches slowly. I haven't even been through my nerves.

It depends on that dragon's fashion sense of how long you get your beard done.

"You'll be attacked before you talk to a thousand-year-old dragon."

"You have no reason not to be attacked."

They will be attacked at the time of the invasion of the territory.

That's why it's harder to negotiate with a thousand-year-old dragon if he pays back for the dragon he's attacked.

The same herd, which means they belong to the same family. It becomes hostile at the time of defeat.

You won't follow me to the table for discussion.

"I hope there's a dragon from the executive class who's intelligent enough to discuss it"

"Normally, it's a young dragon's job to get rid of people who break into the territory."

"... right"

Defeating the young dragons isn't hard for me.

Only one head would be able to control it without hurting it.

Because the young dragon is weaker than Lubeum, the dragon of the Divine Beast.

"When there's a lot of them, it's hard."

"Yes, it's a difficult business."

Dion thinks arm in arm.

I ask Milt, listening to us with a serious look.

"Is there any way to control a lot of young dragons without injuring them?

"... right. If you're indoors, you can use the Sleep Cloud."

"It's hard to diffuse when you're outside."

"And then..."

Where Milt thinks, Regina interrupts well.

"If I follow you, I can do it."

Regina seems very confident.