Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ Galndragon ◆ ◆ ◆

... Also, I dreamed.

My great father dreams of being defeated by a hateful man.

Every time I trembled in anger, and... I was afraid.

At that time, I was a young man without any power.

Therefore my father was left alone, helpless, to be disputed by man.

The beginning of the matter lies in the fact that there is no more food in the mountains where we live.

The food efforts of the younger compatriots intensified,

They have consumed all the blessings of the mountains.

My father, who thought that I would starve as I am,

They started coming down the mountain to get food.

But that's not what I should have done.

People have seen that huge figure.

I don't know anything about that, my father lets me learn how to hunt.

I rode down the mountain on my big back.

"Son, look at my hunt with those eyes and remember.

We'll be apart one day.

You can live on your own. "

I answered it with a bang.

My father doesn't hunt more than he needs to.

I only hunted for what I would eat that day.

And we taught ourselves, the mighty ones, not to run with greed.

"The weak, who are our food, cannot resist.

Therefore driven by our greed, if we devour, we will perish easily.

That's the same as ours.

Without the food that connects our lives, we will follow the path of doom again. '

That's what I said, staring at the mountain where we live.

"Because of the young compatriots who don't understand that,

We are trying to follow that path now.

If those stupid people come down the mountain, it will be a certainty '

I still remember my sad father's face at this time.

Then a few days later, as usual, we went hunting.

Countless vulnerable people have flocked.

Brittle, poor, and clever, called 'men'.

But my father instantly discerned that there was a 'mighty' in it.

'Son, it seems like the time has come to say goodbye.

Don't forget what I taught you...... yuck!

I hurried away, bewildered by my thrusting father.

Farther and farther away from my father's big back.

I couldn't help but snoop into the shadows of the rocks.

The battle against the weak that eventually begins.

My father's strength was overwhelming.

Roar and bounce. A bunch of flying people, weak people easily smashed apart if you snap their tails off.

You can't lose...... I thought so.

I thought so.

Until my father's neck was ripped off.

Red blood blowing out of my chopped father's big body.

Father's head rolling to the ground.

You won't be able to talk to me anymore.

I wanted to scream.

But that won't happen either.

If I do that, they'll find me and kill me, too.

My father stands up and what happened is wasted.

There's only one thing I can do.

Never forget the face of vengeance.

Never forget...... brunette man!

Until the day I'm torn apart with my fangs...

Be precise and feel heroic!!

Having lost my father, I had to live on my own.

Practice what I remember in the meagre period I taught my father.

If you can't do it well, you'll just starve to death.

To survive, it dawned on me to be strong.

I grew greedy eating food and making my body bigger.

He crushed all those who challenged me.

I was weak back then.

I don't know how many times I've been dying.

But every time I remembered my father's face.

You can't die till you finish him off!

Until my father's...... clears up my father's carelessness, never...... never!!

Then a few years later, my body grew to the point where my father's body and colors were not pale.

But still, I didn't know if I could beat a brunette.

Something decisive is missing. Vague... but that's what I was feeling.

I had the magic to get caught up in me feeling that way.

Pretty 'pure magic'.

We prefer magic to flesh.

It's like a hobby, though, because it doesn't fill my belly.

But that magic surely strengthens our flesh.

The 'Magic of Good Purity' I ate took the time to get familiar with my body,

It boosts my physical abilities tens of times.

The person was lurking in something called a 'town' where people lived in groups.

It is likely that I will be hit even if I go directly now.

That's what I decided. I looked at the opportunity.

And that's when it came.

The bearer of that magic came to the hills that made me my castle.

A lot of them, but they're all kids, and there's no way to miss this great opportunity.

I exposed the figure to the bearer of magic.

There must be no accidental strikes.

I am the proud son of my father. Golden dragon.

Stand in front of him and hunt with dignity.

It was supposed to be an easy hunt.

The opponent is a toddler my size once was.

The weak with no fangs, dull movements, fragile, poor, and only high magic.

But the young boy had a guardian.

Lion boy.

I had some fangs, but they didn't reach me.

Don't be in a hurry, just catch up carefully...... I thought so.

Actually, what do you say?

It was the toddler who was supposed to have been protected by a lion boy who stripped his fangs.

He challenged me from the front with dignity and without pulling a step!

Using numerous wits, I learned to fight to seal my movements and stand up to them!

Even if it hurts my body,

My father overlaps the figure of a lion boy who comes up against me!

As a result, I lost.

I lost... to the toddlers, and... even to myself.

As it were, if I forcefully ate my toddler, it would have been my win.

I couldn't do that.

That child's temper overwhelmed me.

It's The Pressure of the Strong.

A testament of kings issued only by those who do not doubt their strength.

'I am... weak!!

Slap your forehead on a giant tree.

The tree, thicker than mine, remained slightly trembling.

Having borne the deep hand, I flew through the sky with selflessness and fell to the sea with all my might along the way.

If you noticed, it was drifting on the sandy beach, and the forest was spreading right in front of you.

The forest is where I am now.

I hid myself in the woods as I dragged one leg and lost consciousness again.

Honestly, I thought so.

Not so long ago, I was beaten.

And I met.

With the blue-haired girl who connected my life with the broiler-roasted blue man.

When I woke up again, there was a blue-haired girl with closed eyes.

At its feet are loads of pink fruit.

I mean, it's right in front of me.

"Eat, you'll be fine, won't you?

As always, the girl's eyes remain closed.

Are you blind? Or can't you open it with fear?

But I can't eat it even if they're doing it in my body like I eat it.

I just have to believe in my natural healing abilities and endure them.

But that's a bet.

I'm exhausted, and I'll be done 90% of the time.

That's what I thought.

But that didn't happen.

"Does it hurt? I'll cure you now."

And the girl whose feet were uncertain approached me, relying on her staff,

I began to shed warm light from those white hands.

So what do you say?

Wouldn't my flesh be repaired?

This is the same magic that that toddler used.

"It's okay now. You must be hungry. You can eat it."

This girl was right, the pain had disappeared from her body like a lie.

As soon as I get hungry, I get hungry.

I decided not to dare put the fruit in front of me in my stomach.

I don't know if I can digest it, but if I don't dare fill my stomach, that's fine.

Otherwise, you could eat the benefactor in front of you.

"Ellison, you were here...... ahhh!?

Stop!? What are you doing, man? Isn't that Garndragon!?

"Ah, brother Sigurd. I cured her because she was hurt."

A long-haired man with blue hair looks at me and shouts a pitiful voice.

But I understood it wasn't out of fear.

He would have sounded worried about a girl named Ellison leaning against me.

"You know, you healed... oh, forget it.

Hey, you, you're never gonna get close to town, are you?

You're gonna make a fuss and you're not gonna be able to stay? Got it?

That said, the man called Sigurd,

He approached me unconstitutionally and lifted up the blue-haired girl and left.

He exposed me, the dragon, to defenseless backs.

……

But... I dropped that back off in silence.

I've already lost my pride, my strength, my anger.

Then the blind girl visited me again and again.

"Hey, don't you have a name?

"... Khun"

At first I didn't understand what the girl was talking about.

However, from gesturing to gesturing, I was able to understand gradually.

Nothing. I wasn't willing to actively remember people's words.

This is something that people naturally remember when they talk to you.

"Ellison, were you here again?

Lord Gale is annoying you, too, isn't he? It's getting dark already, so let's go home. "

"Yeah, okay. See you later, Mr. Garn?"

"Phew."

I responded appropriately and closed my eyes.

This kind of exchange has been going on for two months now.

Even after two months, my former strength never returned.

Just live each day apathetically, listening to the girl's words,

Hunt as much as you need if you're hungry.

There was no will, no pride... no anger.

Even more surprisingly, I am satisfied with such a life.

"I... may not be able to go back"

One day I thought of that.

I started dreaming.

The end of my father.

Never forget the face of vengeance.

"I am... weak..."

Sit back with your forehead pressed against a giant tree.

How many times have you repeated it already?

The fear engraved on me doesn't go away.

Unless it disappears, I won't be able to get up again.

Challenging that dark-haired man is foolish, not even facing the young strong.

What a pity!

I am a proud species!!

"... did you do it? Lord Gal."

"... sigurd"

A further period of two months has elapsed since we started doing this act.

By then, they had been able to understand and speak people's language.

"Forever, you wouldn't have the kiri to do that, would you?

"I know.

But... now I'm losing my ability to walk forward. "

Sigurd sits next to me.

I've had a lot of intimacy with him.

Sigurd is far south of our hill.

He is active as an adventurer in the town of 'Pheasant'.

I fled south, crashed out into the sea, and was launched into the beach.

Although Sigurd said Pheasant adventurers,

In fact, they're making money diving into dungeons in other countries.

That's for my blind sister.

"Hold on, it's something that's troubling the Ellison guy.

You're blind, but you're walking alone.

What are you gonna do if something happens?

"... are you here to spill your stupidity?

"That's the place."

... lying.

To the evidence, Sigurd is scratching his temples with Polypoly.

It's a habit he makes when he lies.

Daikanya, you must have come to bake me a favor.

For a while only time passed without telling each other anything.

How long has it been?

An unexpected suggestion came up from Sigurd's mouth.

"Hey, why don't you join me if you want?

"I wonder what you're going to say... I'm a dragon.

If they see you with people, they'll make a fuss.

You said that. "

"Not here.

If you cross the ocean from here to the south, there is a country called the Holy Nation of Militanas.

That's where we're going to ram.

If I'm a dragon user, I don't care. "

Sigurd says a massive bandit crusade is scheduled in the near future.

We can expect huge rewards if we can be active there.

Sigurd uses its rewards to

I guess you're going to buy a secret drug that says you can treat Ellison's eyes.

"Is it for Ellison..."

"Oh, healing magic would be easy if I cured my eyes...

I can't cure a congenital illness. You son of a bitch!

others cannot save themselves even if they can. Ellison is

They're holding the position of 'healer'.

The magic that saved my life also seems to be the magic used by the healers.

"... okay.

If it's for Ellison, there's no way I'm gonna do anything. "

"I'm sorry, please! buddy!!"

That night I put Sigurd on my back and flew to the Holy Land of Militanas.

The night breeze hits my face, but it gradually turns into a warm breeze.

The country to the south, the Holy Nation of Militanas, is an ever-summer country.

"Dude, are you okay!? You don't depend. You're a wing!

"If you don't like it, get off!

"Get off, isn't it in the middle of the ocean!!

I'm not good at flying.

But no other compatriot can even fly.

Considering that, I think I'm a big deal.

Shut up Sigurd complaining about the unstable nature of the flight,

to keep flying in the night sky for an hour, when the sun rises and the sky brightens,

We arrived in Zeglact, a large town in the northern part of the Holy Nation of Militanas.

Get down in front of the town and walk to the gate.

"Well... for a little while, will you be patient?

"Okay."

We arrived at the gates of the city of Zeglact in the manner of following Sigurd.