"Is Kyou acquainted with the Dragon God?

"I mean, I know him..."

Kyou kept his mouth close to my ear and told me what was going on in a whisper that only I could hear.

"He used to be the weakest of the colored dragons. So my fellow dragons bullied me and fled to the spiritual mountain where my concubine lived."

At that time, Kyou, pitiful of the crying red dragon, said he took care of him for hundreds of years until he gained enough power not to be ridiculed by his fellow dragons.

In other words, Kyou was the parent of Dragon God's upbringing.

"By the way, he also now says he's become a god. It's just pathetic to pass on the facts to those who believe in it, so can you please keep this thing out of your mouth?

"Ugh, yeah. Okay."

"Thank you. Then, he's a god too. It's like being betrayed by someone who gives you some of that power, and you're in trouble for a place to be angry."

With that said, I see Luca with Kyou grounded.

Because Luca didn't stop me from attacking him, Dragon God said he would take his powers as a dragon witch from Luca.

If Luca, as far as I'm concerned, can't be hurt, I was also going to accept that she would cease to be a dragon witch.

The Lisa collection, which Luca can use and even recover objects from, is useful, because that's not why I married her.

Even if you are no longer a dragon witch, Luca is Luca.

If she wants to be by my side, I want to do everything in my power to protect Luca in the future - that's what I thought.

"Red Dragon says he leaves it to his anger to take that daughter's priesthood, but his daughter looks like a concubine with a strong faith in Red Dragon. It is a shame to let that faith be lost. So why don't you leave this to your concubine?

If Kyou, who is also the parent of Dragon God's upbringing, can do something about it, I would like to ask you.

"Can you please?

"I'll take care of it. Dear Hart."

With a luscious grin, Kyou walked away.

And he approached Luca, who was bowing his head to the ground, and crouched before him.

"Luca, you know what?

"Yes, sir"

"Keep your head up"

"... Yes"

Kyou is straight, staring at Luca.

Luca was fascinated by Kyou and couldn't take her eyes off her.

Seeing the magic flow, it seemed that Kyou was trying to read Luca's thoughts.

"Hmm. You have a deep faith in the Red Dragon. And yet this time, you couldn't stop Master Hart because you weren't too surprised to move your body, were you?

"Yes, sir."

"Well, you're not bad"

"So, but it's true that I couldn't move to help Dragon God!

"Exactly. You weren't bad, but your heart was weak. Even if you believe in God deeply, you should be punished when it comes to not having enough spiritual power to stop those who hurt him."

Suddenly, Kyou shook up his arm and dropped his fist on Luca's head.

"Fugi!?"

Luca holding her head down like a pain.

"From now on, build your spiritual strength and build your strength to protect what you need to protect."

"Wow, I get it"

"Then the problem is with you."

Kyou now turns to Shiraya.

"Hih."

Unlike in Luca, the killer was leaking from Kyou.

"I took the liberty of reading your thoughts. You're the cause of this disturbance, aren't you?

"Oh, yeah."

With his head down, White Asia was shaking.

"Give me your face, give me your face"

"... Yes, it is"

"It hurts a little more than Luca, doesn't it?

"Higiu!!"

I made a louder noise than I did when I hit Luca, and the fist bones of Kyou swung down on the top of White Ya's head.

"I know my dear, I was glad that he was desperately trying to protect himself. The concubine also touched on your thoughts and I empathized a little. But..."

"─ Huh!?"

Kyou pulled both cheeks of White Ya.

"Reflect deeply on what you have done to your mentor who taught you to fight"

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey."

White Ash utters words as she pours tears, but I don't know what she's talking about because she's got both cheeks grabbed (stuck) by a kyo.

Probably, 'Oh, I'm sorry'......

But Kyou let go of his hands from both cheeks of White Ash as he was satisfied to hear the White Ash's words.

Nine-tailed foxes are a species sensitive to the thoughts of others.

I guess I felt that White Ya was doing a heartfelt reflection.

Nico smiled and gently rubbed White Ya's cheek with her hand before standing up.

And he began to speak to the dragon god who remained grounded.

"The two of you reflect deeply on this street. The punishment was inflicted by the concubine. I forgive you both, don't I?

"What, no, but..."

"What is it? My two favorite daughters are crying for forgiveness, and you have to forgive them?

"But because of them, I..."

"So much so that the two little girls couldn't help you, and you're complaining about that? Since when have you been so heartless? Are you sure you're a god?

"Huh."

Raising his voice briefly, Dragon God was unable to say anything back to Kyou.

"And I didn't expect just one man tribe to get bogged down until I couldn't move God's flesh... pity"

"Oh, that's Hurt abnormal! There's no way that a bakery that even interferes with God's letters is just a human race!?"

"Well, that's right"

With a very small voice, Kyou shrugged.

Probably not sounding like a dragon god.

"In the meantime, shut up. I'll beat you back with my guts."

Kyou reaches out to Dragon God.

"Oh no, you're not going to do a (...) re (...)!?"

I guess I had an idea what she was trying to do.

The Dragon God stood up in a panic and tried to escape the scene.

But...

Kyou's hand touched the dragon god's head faster.

With him on his feet trying to escape, the Dragon God's body was solidified as if time had stopped.

"Ki, Kyou? What the hell did you do to Dragon God?

"Oh, it's not a big deal. It trapped him in a mental space where he had to keep fighting with enemies as strong as he is now. Well, it's not the Red Dragon's fault this time, so I'll let you out in about enough."

"Oh yeah..."

Though enough, I think it sounds pretty spicy to keep fighting enemies of equal strength to myself.

"A day in the spiritual world is about this one minute."

"Hmm? Did I say something?

Kyou whispered something, but it didn't sound to me.

"Heh heh, it's nothing. Dear Hart."