Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

There were red wings that grabbed the sky.

The wind, which is also equal to a gust of wind blowing through the sky, glides gently under its wings, and it glides over the ground.

That was a red dragon.

The dragon flew higher than any creature and feathered over the woods stretching at the feet of giant trees rooted in the mountains.

Apart from the red dragon scale, which gives her body color.

The ear of fire, said to have been the source of the flame. It stops by capturing exactly the corner of the forest where its colored eyes spread beneath its eyes.

Looks like this one's been compromised, too.

It's not a voice, it's a sound that echoes directly into your heart.

Where it refers, the trees are shriveled black, thin, and dead.

This is not the case if one or two bottles wither in the normal way.

It is as if the vegetable leaves have been damaged and discoloured, and the giant trees have been swarmed to death.

Whether the worm ate it or was invaded by a demon, this shouldn't wither away.

"Is he here?

"I guess after I've already left"

The dragon answers a voice pointed from his back and swirls over the place as he leans one wing down loosely.

There are no animals or demons in the dead black forest if you can't see them. There was nothing moving on the surface as one.

"Hmm. Then turn back for once. As far as the whole forest goes, I also got an idea where he ate. You'll also need to tell the elves that. We'll do it from then on."

"What a long time. All you have to do is smoke it out with our flames. Wasn't that old tree agreeing?"

"That's not going to work. Patterns when people cut but not cut with nature. Nobody wants their garden to get dirty. You'll be obliged to report it."

It was a dragon that snorted in a bad mood, but I follow my voice and change course.

The destination was a mountainous area with many rocks and rare plants.

There is no wind for a man who cared because this is also the usual thing.

But such a glimpse of fox ears peered from his back. There was a girl stuck on a man's back.

"You're already arrogant as ever if you bee. That's how people might hate you one day when you look at things through your nose."

"Watch your mouth, little girl. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay. I'll shut up. And then the bees will have ears to listen to, too?

…………

There was another young voice on the back of the dragon.

She walks across the back of a dragon shaking her nine tails, spanning her long neck, slapping her tight and distracting.

To the dragon that turned around, she gave back a grin and an innocent grin.

but the dragon pushed him in a grumpy silence when he glanced back.

"Too bad. I thought today would be the day to have some more conversations. Father, Coconobi has been shaken today."

Was she around the age of 12 or 3 when she sighed?

There had already been growth as a woman, albeit with an unbearable child-face, and the swelling of her chest pushing up her kimono peeked at the signs.

Neither is he still growing tall, a growth unlike the fragrant young.

When she walked back without a strong blowing wind as anything, she shriveled the ears of the beast and hugged the man in front of her.

Then where did you get that look earlier?

The expression unraveled with the warmth transmitted enough to keep the body, and the tail was shaking left and right with patchouli to show joy. The conversation earlier is so sinking that it seems that it was a dash for this.

The man stroked the girl's head when he laughed haha little.

"Sometimes that happens. It's the end of me and the bees shaking me every now and then. But well, bees are the men who stand for action. You don't see words all the time."

The dragon's ear only captures the sound, even if they say so with a stormy back.

The red dragon, called the bee, distorted his mouth abominably, but kept winging ahead of him.

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The place where the dragon landed was a small settlement where the elves lived.

Several treehouses existed in the large trees that grew on the hills where the rocks stood out, a small village inhabited only by a total of about fifty elves.

The man down from the dragon heads to the centre of that village with the girl who calls herself Coconobi and the dragon left there.

There were already more than two dozen elves gathered there.

They each have somewhat different clothing characteristics, with the elderly and the young standing on sets.

The heads of the villages scattered around this neighborhood, and their guardians.

Among the group, the oldest, hip-bent enough to have half the back length, leaned against a small child to come out of the building.

I'm sure this kid is his direct line. Perhaps over time, you will be in the same position of chief.

"It's Malevito. And how was it?

The old man takes his hands off the child and makes a squeaky, hard to hear voice when he stands with his weight on his cane.

Called Marebito was the man who came down from the dragon.

The man, who looks somewhat large alongside the slender elves, grows an inert beard and also neglects to cut his hair and remains stretched to the point where it is visible to him.

It's a simple outfit where you just weave a black-dyed kimono, as opposed to an elf dressed in tight clothes.

Still, however, he doesn't look unreliable, etc.

It is obvious that the core is set in the eye, drawing a line with the player.

There are also some traces of small knife wounds on the peeking arms and face, which I find to have crossed various battles.

"It was after they already ate me. He would digest in less than a day and a night, and now he would go out and eat the area around him. Whoever swallowed the bait and sphered it makes fruit and scatters spores. Then there is no hand application. They eat as much as they eat and the surface is bare. Not everywhere you see it, the size of it equals scorched earth."

"But why is there such an unusual slime in this land? It's supposed to be something that's not in this land."

"That's a shuzian bell cave warcraft, a shard of Hugheslime. It must have been brought in by the“ Returnees ”. Returnees are mostly returning with great power."

"Returnee..."

It refers to those who have been able to return from the land ruled by warcraft, called the demonic realm or the secret realm.

Dragon's nest.

Herrion Fortress.

Agate Grand Valley.

Sea of trees in Vieja.

Szczian bell cave.

It's in the vicinity of this mountain tree. Speaking of which, this neighborhood is mentioned.

It is home to a wide variety of powerful demons as well as warcraft, and it is impossible to escape without any combat.

But if we defeat them, we can get powerful additional armaments. They will also have the weapons and protective equipment of the former who went down.

You get as many powerful weapons as you can, which never exist in a decent world.

Naturally those who can come back from it will return with mighty power.

Especially since that's just like him called Malevito.

Follow behind the young lord of the dragon's nest, the Red Dragon, with an old demon knife down his hips.

They bear bows and arrows on their backs, but they are not just Japanese bows either. Materials are made of rare demons such as Grand Oak and Dragon Beard.

Once released, the armor of mass production will be decided like a piece of paper.

"It's just unclear if you enjoy ravaging the world, or if you have a plot. I just don't want to overlook any more than I've ever had my hands on the country we've been growing up in. First, I'm going to burn down the slime scattered in this forest. Somewhat, I will burn it, but I want you to enjoy thinking that everything in the woods is better than being eaten by slime. I'm guessing this role can't be done with an elf with only the laws of wind and water manipulation?

"That's something I know a lot about. I don't know how. If Doriad will forgive us, it will not affect us. Please."

In short, they are talking about surrogate warfare.

I don't know what the purpose is, but someone is spreading shards of fuse lime all over the country and inviting confusion.

In the midst of destroying it, the second generation of Malebit, he came as far as the elves of the woods ruled by Doriad.

They have to rely on malevites and dragons for no one to manipulate the laws of attributes such as flames and electricity to kill that slime altogether, including elves and forest demons - that's how it's done.