Black Summoner

- Demon King's Castle/Prison

A big banquet in the name of a celebration takes place in the castle of the Demon King, which once made the world noisy. With Kelvin's magical first aid, Gustav's laughter continues to rise constantly at party venues in the castle, repaired in black.

Mudfarak and Boga, entrusted with watching roles, listened to that voice instead of music, were in front of the prison. Of course he is in prison, a survivor who was captured three days ago. Everyone's having fun and making a scene, but I didn't expect to be appointed a watchman at a time like this. I pulled the poverty lottery -

"Mud, is that...?

"A reward from Mr. Effilu. You want some boga, too?

Oh, my God, Mudfarak didn't even think of fine dust. Take out the bright white fuzzy cushion and sit down in this dimly murderous place. And lined up in front of me is a group of hall cakes with Effil putting more on his arms. Blue mud indulges in sweetness to the fullest extent he thinks, breaking his cheeks. Instead, I could concentrate and focus on food, so much so that I could thank Kelvin for entrusting me with the watch.

"Not so much, don't you..."

"Really? I usually eat more."

"Meat, vegetables..." "The balance is important to eat."

"I have to agree that Dahak is a biased eater. I even wonder why you only eat raw vegetables. Momogu."

………

Boga couldn't say back that Mudo was with him. Even though it is smaller than the figure of a mountain-like dragon, Boga boasts a giant even when it comes to being human. Muscles work like rocks, short cut hair and sharp eyes will only atrophy the viewer. Similar to Dahak's human form, if it's just his appearance, he's obviously from the other side. It is, but Boga wasn't really confident in himself when he became compact. Does it feel like I've suddenly become a dwarf in my mood? Until then, those who were smaller than themselves have become almost equal in size and are scared at the bottom of their hearts. So no matter how I look at it, I can't get my head up on the child mud.

"More than that, why don't Boga come over and sit down, too? The floor here, it hurts just to look at it."

"Then this much hardness is just right. Fluffy, restless. But thanks..."

"Hmm."

Still, I never hate Mud or the rest of them. I feel a kind of bond with Dahak and Mudfarak, dating from Trisen, and Gerrard, who rides well and specially trains me, admires me as a man. However, this is the first time I've known that I was timid. This is a huge experience for Boga and a wall we need to cross.

"So, are you okay? Can we just keep an eye on each other?

"I also have enough worries. This junction was further strengthened by the Sanctuary of Glory (Glory Sanctuary), which I taught by the Lord, dressed with Ms. Merle's Ice Empress (Sercius Briar). The prison is forcefully rebuilt by the Lord, and King Gustav regularly repaints that uncle's head with blood. It's just a loss to worry about. Even Gerrard's husband and Sera Xuan can't get out of that state. This is the Iron Wall."

"Iron Wall, huh"

Boga peeks again into the prison as he glances at the blue mud licking the raw cream that was on his mouth with Peroli. The survivors were upright in prison with their bodies imprisoned by three rings, and the ice was multiplied and tied up even more. Gustav's bright red blood is smeared on his head, as if he had been punched with paint.

"Uncle, what are your abilities?

Blue Mud asked, pointing out the survivors with an empty spoon.

"Ha! My abilities are my unique skill 'Homecoming Dead Gray Raw (Because of Kiki)'! Let's be slaughtered, crushed, burned, and let everything in your body disappear! As long as there is a Lord (shu) who gave me this gift! I'm coming back to this world, so shh! However, the pain and fear remain intact! The imminent death is infinite! I gained this ability to live a gray life!

Answer crisply and clarity, as the vague attitude of the survivor was a lie. I can't move because I'm restrained, but I probably would have done a brilliant salute if my arm had moved.

"What was your birth? What's your real name? What kind of life have you been living?

"Ha! I was born in a beast country gown! His name is Nito! Visit Trage as a young man and get started in love with the sword to the dojo! Then it dawned on my sword training and I was excited about a genre called Tiger Wolf Stream! This is the manifestation of man, but before he was reincarnated! He was originally an animal man!

"Look, you're exposing yourself so far. You don't have to be scared."

"Ugh, yeah......"

Still, Boga looks anxious. The iron lattice in the cell is not broken until it is confirmed.

"Hmm... especially, I don't need to be chronic. If anything abnormal happens to the ring, I can sense it immediately, and to get to the exit, I have to go through the hall where the Lord and Mr. Effilu are. Even the sword that was a weapon is tightly controlled. Above all - we have seniors Kroto"

The other side of the hall cake where Blue Mud was eating. Mountains of cake are lined up there too, but a slightly petite size chroot appeared out of them. Apparently they were eating cake together. Though small in size, this clot is a battle type that focuses power from your body for a few minutes.

"K, Senior Kroto! Don't worry about it."

Boga gradually regains his peace of mind at the advent of Kroto. Kroto is an absolute senior distribution for Dahak, Boga, Mudfarak and the Dragons. That trust is overwhelming. In fact, the figure of the dragon transformed by Kroto was the longing of the Dragons.

"Senior Kroto believes in the power of Boga. So Boga needs to believe in himself, too."

"Ooh. Oh, believe me!

"Then you should just eat the cake now. Sweetness is an essential food for organisms"

"Oops!

Boga's weakness seems to have improved slightly. Momentum started eating cake well, and stuck it in his throat.

"Go-ho, go-ho!

"My esophagus is thinner than it was when I was a dragon. Only Merle is allowed to eat in a human form."

It's still going to take some time to get used to what people look like.

"Ugh... Oh, speaking of which. Besides that sword, Senior Kroto, storage? What, you didn't come in?

"Apparently, even Gerard's husband's power won't let him slip out of his sheath, and his sheath is sturdy and he can't destroy it. I also heard from the Lord that I couldn't see the appraisal eye for some reason"

"Or what if I slaughtered you with a sickle?

"There's no way the Lord would do that to a valuable sample. Perhaps one of these days you'll turn to the research team led by Master Stra. In this case, I'm not sure if the knife matters or the sheath matters. Worst of all, don't worry, it will feed Senior Kroto."

"Ugh, yeah. Don't worry about it."

I can't believe it, it seems reassuring if you put the croto through the process. The inside of a dragon's chest is complicated.

"Mm-hmm. Oh, I knew there was a rock better than a cake. - Hmm?

Boga's move to chew the cake stops.

"... m, mud"

"Wait, there's a strawberry I'm saving right now"

"That, that...!

…… Huh! "

Boga looked terribly surprised, pointing to the prison.