Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

In the midst of the night, in front of you, people lying flat alongside each other.

"How did this happen..."

This is an unnamed village, probably about fifty inhabitants. I feel rested in the idyllic landscape.

"... would you look up?

"" "" Ha!

Ha-ha, or people who bow their heads deeply because of the habits they replied to. I ask again, how did this happen?

Hours go back about half an hour.

The sun goes down completely, food ends up unavailable, just wandering around untouched.

"You don't have to drink and eat as much cheese as you want... you're going to die, boulder"

Perhaps this hunger is due to dragonization activation. I was wondering if it had any disadvantages, but he didn't. There was no such information in the knowledge, but there had never been a great deal of hunger, and now this is sudden. It is more impossible not to associate.

"... Weeds aren't poisonous, are they?

Swinging at your feet, look at the grass about 10 cm long and whine. The first meal in the other world is weed? It's not funny.

"But the belly on my back... hmm?

When you start to think seriously about terminal matters, hearing far better than a person picks up a slight sound. Voices, sounds like people's voices.

"People... settlements... rice!!

I no longer need words. Running, hitting and running. Why run, because there's rice there (confusion).

Several houses and a simple fence appeared ahead of Georg's sight, which had already become an indescribable speed in people's eyes. Definitely, it's people's living quarters.

"Rice first...... what about the cost?... I don't have any gold eyes... no"

So all I could think of was this armor.

This armor is a transformation of the dragon scales, and if this person boasts a high regenerative power, it will be regenerated once the dragon is removed and then regenerated again, and wondered whether it is to be humanized again, the same armor can be done again. Well, not to mention armor, but clothes.

"... is it gold enough?"

Together, even a king of a nation is a coveted substitute. I'm sure it's not the kind of thing that goes up in the middle of nowhere, but I shouldn't hate it if I'm going to accomplish something that is essential to my life-sustaining activities: eating.

"Whatever it is, we'll negotiate it first."

And Georg finally got to the crowd.

"... if the lights are only on fire, don't go to sleep at night normally"

The village-like place reached, many of its houses are now quiet to sleep, and there is silence around. But I did hear people earlier. Somewhere, there must still be someone awake.

"Is anybody there? ……"

Whimpering in a small voice, shouting out loud at boulders is not sneaky. Even myself, I'm sure I'd be grumpy if I was woken up by a stranger anywhere in bed.

Georg had no choice but to stop and clear his ears on the spot.

"... from... to... ku..."

"No... if you... find out..."

The voice you hear. That seemed to be echoing from around a little bit out of the village.

< What are you doing in a place like that at this hour?

Georg has a slight suspicion, but heads over there to shake it off. I don't have a very good feeling about it.

"... it's time to do it"

"Oh, the whole village seems to be asleep already."

"All right, all right. Kill men as soon as you can, old people are behind you, 'cause catching girls and kids is your top priority."

"As usual, you can do whatever you want except for your biological daughter, right?

"Oh, it's not worth a lot anyway. Why don't you take it home this time?"

"Nice, Boulder Leader, I can tell you the story"

"Ha, forget it. And then, hey, let's go."

"" "Respond" "

Slightly out of the village, signs and voices of less than ten people trying to lurk in the grass. I haven't checked yet, but well.

"I don't know if you're a bandit."

Oh, and take a deep sigh. When I think that the first interaction between different worlds will be a bandit, and maybe a blood-soaking exchange, I don't know, I'm disgusted. But this could make it easier to get food.

If it were to repel the bandits who were trying to attack the village, it would not be done badly. If you think about such a deliberate thing, the signs of people moving get thicker. Did the bandit move?

"Do you twist it gently?"

Shake your arms gently as you walk, getting used to your shoulders. I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to worry about it, but now, how far can I go to help you not die? Maybe even if I meant to hit him lightly, I could die.

It's a hassle.

Yes, Boyaki, but I'm not gonna stop walking. This is Setouchi, who can or cannot eat. Knowing the life or death of a stranger "human"?

Again, with a gentle sigh, we reach the entrance to the village.

Its appearance, nestled in brilliant armor in moonlight, was a fantastic combination of beauty and pride, divinity and scourge.