I Became a Regulatory Official for the Poaching of Monsters, but the Rescued Monsters are trying to Eat Me

Jen drank a lot of wine and put an empty cup on his desk. Put your feet on the floor and talk as you walk in front of the tacket.

"If the beast had existed older than human history, the murals would have come from very primitive ruins. Yet, from ruins dating back to a certain age, murals of wildlife do not appear, and nothing about what is now called a beast. That's the big mystery that's been haunting historians for years. So after all, scholars say that the beasts are made by gods just like humans. Unfortunately, I do not believe in God, so I am not at all convinced by the words of scholars."

A king of a nation with a national religion would be more worried if he said "I don't believe in God" clearly, but he would have called him into his room without getting in the way because he wanted to speak frankly.

"That's why I've been looking into this position ever since."

When Jen stopped in front of the tacket, he winked at us.

"Recently, thanks to the discovery of a powerful collaborator, we've been able to advance our research all at once. Thanks to you."

"... eh, I didn't do anything."

History researcher? Even though I was told it was because of me, I didn't know anyone like that.

"It's okay. I'll introduce you soon. So, there are a few things I've learned from continuing my research with this co-researcher."

Her Moss Green eyes looked like an insuperable child or an aged scholar.

"Simply put. The ancestors of all the beasts suddenly appeared here. Or it was... artificially made."

"... eh?

Not knowing what Jen was saying, the tacket blinked his eyes. Jen took it with a smile.

"You can't believe it right away. But there's always been a legend like that. Look, there's a white dragon painting on the ceiling of Kings Room, right?

"Ah...."

That said, Taketto remembered the picture he saw when he looked up at the ceiling in boredom during the ceremony. Yes, indeed, there was a painting of a strange beast on the ceiling.

Excuse me for a moment.

When Taketo stood up, he ran toward the "King's Room" next to this room.

Through the door of Jen's room, he went to the middle of the wide "King's Room" and looked up.

"This, huh...."

On the walls of the high ceilings, a white dragon-like painting was largely painted in pale and gentle colors.

The trick is slow footsteps, and you can see Jen catching up.

"It's a beast called the tail of the silver ridge. It is also said to be the Ancestral Magic Beast. Legend has it that all beasts were born from this Silver Ridge Tail. It was always thought to be just a kind of ghost or myth. But I... I don't think this Silver Ridge Tail ever existed on this earth. If you don't think so, all kinds of stuff don't suit you. But there is no God. Then who created this ancestral beast?"

Taketo looked up and listened to Jen's explanation.

A large white beast in the shape of a dragon painted on the ceiling lays gently on his body and looks down at him gently.

Looking up at it, the tacket groaned.

"I've been worried about it for a long time."

"... hmm?

Taketo glanced at Jen next to him. That's what I've been worried about.

"It's the name of the beast. Many of them resemble the names of phantom beasts in the legends and folklore of the world I lived in. No, there are many things with similar characteristics."

"... eh?

Jen's Moss Green eyes reveal an interesting color.

The tacket nodded and looked up again at the "tail of the silver ridge" on the ceiling.

"I've been wondering. What is called" dragon "in this world was called" dragon "in a similar pronunciation in my world. The language itself is quite different. Fenrir, carbuncle, golem. Quessaran Pasaran is the same old story of the island I was born in."

Jen also looked up at the ceiling dragon next to the tacket.

"That means... there's been some kind of cultural exchange between your world and ours in the past."

The bamboo butt nods.

"I don't think that's a strange story, because it seems that there are people like me who move between the two worlds from time to time. But the wonder is that the beast doesn't exist in one world. In the world in which I was born, the beasts were nothing but myths and legends. But it exists in this world. That's so strange....."

The dragon on the ceiling looked down slightly. I wonder how you got down here. If it really exists, I'd ask, but if it were a creature of the age of mythology, it wouldn't be alive anymore.

Then the minister brought his men into the king's midst, and the conversation between Taketo and Jen ended there. That is, of course, the Foreign Minister.

Jen's face toward the minister turned from the natural expression that had hitherto been directed toward the tacket, with a smile like the Virgin Mary sticking to it.

That was Jen's face when he appeared in The Good Lord as King at an official event. Perfect stature, full of kindness, but no gaps. The air around her was even changing, and she seemed completely different from the other person she had been drinking wine with.

Determining that he would only get in the way even if he stayed here any longer, Taketo greeted the king with his most respectful salute, with his left knee on the floor and his right hand on his stomach and his head down deep, and then left the scene behind.

The moment I raised my face, the king smiled at me with Nico and Jen's face, but the face that soon turned to the ministers looked like a crop.