Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[03]

Winter season like now.

Once a wounded dragon descends on this land.

The body has countless swords and spears, and a huge ax.

The majority of blue scales bald, meat endlessly bleeding and, more terrible, dragon had lost the right piece wing. It is a scar that can never fly.

There are various theories about the reasons for the lost wing.

He said that he fought with a decayed dragon.

He said he fought a dragon killing hero.

He said that he lost the battle against the abyss.

The dragon did not tell the truth. So the people did not ask anyone.

Only selfish speculation remained in posterity.

The country where the dragon descended was as scarred as the dragon.

He continued to lose his long battle with his neighbors, and everything was robbed. Now, even if a child is born, there is no food until an adult grows up. No, I won't be able to go over this winter.

The country was on the verge of destruction.

The perishing ones piled themselves on the dying dragon in the same way.

It is ironic that a dragon, a strong man, is merciful to a dying human.

The young king devoted himself to healing the dragon.

People silently follow it.

It is useless, meaningless, and a good story to help people cut themselves. But that is not as simple as it can be said in picture affairs.

Dead every day.

Old people and children go dead due to hunger and cold.

It was a quiet destruction, but it was not their end.

The wounded country was swallowed up again by the dragons.

It is very simple.

The nations of the north, the south, and the eastern tribes wanted dragons. I wanted a dragon carcass.

The wounded nation dispatched troops. Of course, to protect the dragon.

Everyone is weak.

There are no decent soldiers. They are all volunteers to reduce their mouth.

There is no armor or shield at all. Some hold their swords in their clothes. Some join the army with farming equipment in hand. Some girls and girls did not have a way to fight.

It is stupid suicide.

War is slaughter. There are no rules. Even if the exchanges between nations match, this can only be achieved if equal national powers match.

The weakness of a country is fatal.

And the people of this country were the weak who had no place to escape.

The king was also vulnerable. He was a weak but king.

The young king took the lead in the army.

The king says to the dragon when he leaves.

"The remaining people have commanded a king to heal you until the very end. But some will be blown away by timidity, and others will give you unspeakable words.

But please don't blame me.

People are weak and not everyone is proud to die. Goodbye, Dragon. If possible, I wanted to see you under the Azure. ''

Under the gray winter sky, the king and the dragon make an eternal farewell. Endless cloudy weather had covered the country since the dragon came down. As if to show the destination to others.

It is said that the death of the young king was frantic.

It was also for the people and for unscrupulous acts.

Until the end, they also begged the people.

The northern Neomian armies murdered the young king at the end of his life.

The young king's army was ruined for granted.

His death was insignificant.

The dragon was tricking the king.

Dragons are immortal creatures.

Wounds are the same as momentary dreams. It was just play that did not heal it. The person who took care of himself was pleasant. I was just watching with curiosity like a child.

And finally, the dragon wanted to show off the stupidity of a person.

Finally, a small human betraying me.

A person who sells himself who intends to pick it up. I wanted to see the ugly face of the young king, who was just beautiful.

But those who died for the dragon, though stupid, did not lose their pride. He died with pride.

So the dragon gave up pride.

The dragon lost the spirit of the person.

He chose a way of life that crawls with people.

When Neomia's army invaded the country, the dragon erased all but the wings and tore the army into eight.

No fire was used.

He killed like a human. I smashed, slashed, and stripped. He shook the army general alive, slowly, as an example.

The scream was heard by her subordinates.

The dragon squealed more than the troops did, devastating the troops by dire means.

For the king, for the sky that never returns, or for his foolishness?

When the call ceased, the sky was clear and the blue sky, like a dragon scale, was clear.

The dragon declared a nation.

A country controlled by a blue-scale one-winged dragon.

The birth of Lothian.

"So"

At the end of the story, I insert a question.

"Why did he die?"

"I'm worried about that."

Story that dragon made country. I thought it was enough to come here.

Now it's all perished, the ghosts wander and there's just a huge tomb.

"There are various theories. If you call 100 scholars, all 100 people will have different speculations. One country has died. The country where the dragon ruled. There must be a great reason. There must have been an enemy. ''

Barful throws the empty sake bottle into the darkness.

The sound of the crushing pottery echoes in the catacombs.

"But no one knows the answer. There is much glory for Lothian, but nobody knows the cause of his destruction. He is the one who perishes with folly. Is ... beyond oblivion "

That's 500 years ago.

Barfle muttered like a grunt.

I add firewood to the extinguished bonfire.

There was one thing I thought.

When Yukikaze and Mislanica searched the underground labyrinth of the house, they came back with various information.

"We are not destroyed by beasts, but by our own folly."

It was a writing hit on the wall of the studio.

The same transcript was found everywhere.

In the land of Lemuria there was once a country called Beliale. It was said that it was destroyed 500 years ago by the stupidity of a person.

The man of the beast says, Lothian, who died at the same time, is different.

It is different.

Then ………………

"Well, the most interesting place is the secret."

I can hear that impression from behind.

As he turned around, a brown elf appeared from the darkness.

The top is a warm sweater and a short-length jacket that is easy to move around. The bottom is hot pants, but wears winter tights. The red muffler on the neck is definitely what Lana made from the robe. The gloves are what she knitted and seem to be warm.

The hair is braided up for easy movement.

Barfur-sama's reinforcement was Maria.