Black Summoner

- The Fire Dragon King.

A shadow that suddenly covers and hides the earth of a volcanic group. If you are dull, you may wonder if the black smoke that erupts from the volcano has thickened. But those who live in the wild will not make a mistake that can also be called such foolishness. Because exposing oneself to the shadow itself leads to suicide. All of those formidable monsters who were now territorial to the volcanic zone hid themselves, obliterated the signs, lurked their breath, and waited for the threat that was out of the sky to leave.

"GUOOOOOOOO!"

If the threat radiates, the air will vibrate, and the earth will shake. If the threat progresses, the black smoke that should have covered the sky will be turned down, and the glorious sunlight will divinely fall. Its appearance, which does not doubt the majestic sky as our thing, rightly belongs to the king of the sky, and is also a symbol of awe.

The deep red dragon scales that cover the entire body know no wounds and sharpen the power of a physical or magical attack. Sharp fangs and nails cleave steel like butter, and mighty tails crush anything. If the purgatory breath (brace) produced in the body would fang, the small country, etc. would turn into hell with its breath. Everything that constitutes the body is a weapon, and it is the incarnation of fire that becomes a threat to every life.

- Fire Dragon King. After hunting, the great dragon triumphs to its own sleeping bed, the active volcano.

………

Two, the Fire Dragon King felt uncomfortable. It smelled like nothing in this land dominated by flames that were only aggressive. It's not a scorching smell like poking your nose, played by a scorching flame that burns to death relentlessly, whether it's a monster who prefers fire. It was a fragrant thing in which 10,000 people would flock, emanating from those with intelligence cooking meat. Unconsciously, saliva leaks out of the Fire Dragon King's mouth.

"What's the source of this smell - over there?"

Ahead of that gaze that could kill the subject with only eye strength. At the foot of the volcano, which is the sleeping floor, an unfamiliar building of the Fire Dragon King is built. The pitch-black surrounded by conflicting ice in the volcanic zone could not be understood in the distance what the hell it was. But as far as the slightest smoke coming out of the gap in the building, I'm pretty sure it's where this aromatic aroma comes from. The Fire Dragon King, who saw it so, threw away the prey he had just captured with his tough legs and plunged into a new target.

"Bu, isn't it too thick cut? Are you all right, sir? Will the fire go through firmly inside?

Melfina is effecting repeated confirmations, even though she will understand that it is okay. Saliva leaks out of the edge of her pretty pink lips, and as usual, her majesty as a goddess is devoid of fine dust.

"Don't worry. Because I'm in great shape today."

Effil is confident in baking the ingredients one after the other before the lava plate. Thicken off the tail of the giant dragon prepared for Melfina and cook it as a steak as it is. Lava plates allow heat to penetrate the interior and cook meat without even burning it thick. It seems like something you don't have to be Effil's arm to do, but that's what I want to do here because of my hard work. However, I accidentally fall in love with this number of people, but also with the taste, baking, and subtraction of each preference. And I feel some culinary comic force.

"Ephil, the hot cake feels good"

"Wait five more seconds."

"Accepted"

I wonder, however, how about baking hot cakes for mud in the corner of the plate... if the barbecue direction is, no, mud would be nice. The same goes for Dahak, but he's healthy even though he's bigoted. Wonder what a dragon's body is!

"" Hmm?

"What's up?

Serra and Ange, who were eating roasted noodles, look up. You have lunch on your cheek. Noodles, not rice though.

"I can see something coming from over there."

"Yeah. Well, I mean, isn't it like we're sure what it is?

A large red circle is printed on the map of the distribution network. I can't see it with my naked eye yet, but it looks like it's heading straight this way. This volcano is the ruler's sword. There are no monsters approaching such a dangerous zone, let alone almost annihilated during the race. If so, I only have one idea.

"Effil."

The moment I called Effil's name, the flame that was heating the lava plate burned high. The flames float into the air from plate to plate, as do the ingredients that were cooking. The gorgeous Perfect Maid, during this moment when the ingredients floated, seasoned the finishing touches with cooking tools in both hands and fed them to each plate at an unstoppable speed. Like shooting a target with an arrow, the dish is curved to the plate. Mud's hot cake is buttered with honey and is stacked on three levels. I've only seen it in this complete, hotcake mix package. The dragon steak is also well finished on the large plate for the mel. And it's already about a third less.

"Master, I'm coming."

"Oh, I don't know."

With the same smile and love bow as usual, Effil went up to the roof of the barbecue space.

"Stay in Kerr, Effil. Hey, can I let you go alone?

Is it dessert time early, Lion said as he cheeked the same hot cake as Mudo.

"That's okay. Honestly, I want to do it with this hand, too. But that's okay. This is what Effil should do."

Dahak or Stra, who don't know what's going on, leans his neck, but it's not something to talk about from me. It's not fun to know.

"Take a good look. I don't think we're ever going to see a real Effil fight like that."

I looked up at the sky as I bit into the spare rib that Effil had made for me.

"Looks delicious. It smells delicious. I guess it's a superb offering to focus on me only by fragrance. Eat, eat. Let's eat. superb offerings and the superb prey that created it."

The heart of the Fire Dragon King was completely on its way to the place. Vision reflects only the pale, just hurry to that point. Pull out the wild of the proud dragon king. The fragrance was so potent.

"So, Rare, Medium, Weldan - how would you like to add or subtract baking?

"All baked, no matter what. Burning is the supreme -!?"

An arrow tip, suddenly a fierce shock hit his head, answered the words accidentally hung with reflexes. Sounding explosion. The Fire Dragon King falls directly below, as if it had also collided with the meteorite.

"I understand. You're a rare person to like more than Very Weldan. But let's swear to cook in good faith."

"You!

Before the magma crashes into a simmering earth, the Fire Dragon King, in an attitude in the air, exhales his breath (braces) to his voice. If the red lotus mass headed at high speed, the explosion sounded again over there. Immediately afterwards, countless explosions occurred on both frontiers, completely scratching out the eruption sound of the volcano.

"Black burning is not allowed. Because for cooks, it's a good place to have half a serving of ingredients unhindered. Fire Dragon King, I will show you the ingredients that make the best food for your husband."

"My ingredients...?

The Fire Dragon King looks up. A beautiful maid riding a fiery dragon is pulling a bow towards herself.

(With a small weapon like that, you're going to turn your teeth on me, the king of dragons?

I am challenged to fight. The Fire Dragon King was puzzled by the feeling he had long forgotten. For such reckless men should have been gone long ago. But Ephil, the maid chief of the Kelvin Mansion, who was called the Demon Realm, ran out of words.

"We'll start cooking."