"As for me, I don't care."
In sight, empty. The blue sky on one side is wide open.
Sleeping on the carpet, Yut heard Larsia lying beside him without asking.
"Are you glad you left without much explanation?
"Not the best, but it's the better"
With Yut and Larsia on board is a carpet of little magic fixtures about two meters square. It's called a flying carpet.
The fastest sky journey in the Brewers was achieved through regular use of Accelerator.
"What are you talking about?
"In Sejour, the king's capital, by now, Verga was sending a messenger to marry me."
"Uh. I was listening, is that really what's happening?
"Oh. And you must be full of mistrust for me."
There is no trouble at all, and I carry the dried fruit I bought at Folio-Farina, which I stopped by along the way, to my mouth.
Of course, that's not all I bought in the world's largest city. The shopping of fate, in the bag of infinite storage, awaited its turn.
"Normally, isn't that also a messenger of peace?
"Peace? The Verga Empire?
You didn't have that idea, Yut laughs. Probably the same with the other guy.
I take the kingdom of the Verga Empire because I want it. That's just it.
"Huh. So, at that point, are you okay to leave the country?
Larsia also continues the conversation as she throws dried fruit into her mouth.
"It's not okay, but here's what we're gonna do."
"As always, Yut's a hard man to talk to."
"It's easy to understand. I'm going to talk to you in order."
She gently flushed Larsia's complaint and Yut opened her mouth in a relaxed position.
"When this happens, of course, we'll be contacting you. And yet, the party is missing. What do you think's gonna happen?
"Are you sure you want to get married?
"I won't. If you're really talking about getting married, you don't have to sign up in the first place. Now, you can go to the Imperial capital Verga or anywhere and make a fait accompli"
I'll tell you myself, I'll put my face on that future projection map.
"Oh, I see. Then the inquiry itself becomes an evil one."
Larsian opponent, Yut woke himself up on the carpet with a slightly disgusting feeling that for some reason the story would be easy to do because it would go smoothly.
"Yes, yes. So, the face of the Count Istas' house really doesn't know where I am. It's a big mess by now."
"Do it. Guess I pissed off the Great Mage (Arch Mage). You're gonna be a dragon on our territory and attack us, aren't you? So that's what's gonna happen."
"I'd like to protest whether my publicly perceived image is like that, but more or less, I guess so."
After finishing his explanation, Yut now poured water out of the leather bag.
We're going to take a break in due course, and if we get down on the ground, we can replenish it. For this reason, do not hesitate to rinse the sweet lazy mouth with fresh water.
"So, for once, you've accompanied me, the evil leader, who's not very involved in the table."
"That sort of thing"
"For a while, you wanted to get away from Val and Acorn and Arcia and Yona, that's not what this is about, is it?
"You bet."
Strength or nothing, Yut flatly affirmed.
"Wow. You're ready for something."
"You're responsible, but, well, you're my favorite person."
"Say something disgusting, can you stop it?
"Yeah. Don't say it in the face. Die."
Finely separated and reluctantly malicious, at the next moment, we point our fingers at each other and laugh. To Valtrude and Acorn, it would be an incomprehensible sight.
"Well, it sticks with Val, but it's a lot of progress compared to when he said he was going home."
"Right. Now it's Larsia's turn."
"Hey, that's it, come on"
Now Larsia gets up and starts talking.
"Bold Iron Castle's Crystal Iron Castle is doing better than I thought. There's been a lot of contacts, and you're on a wave of business expansion."
"So it was also a good encounter?
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
"Oh yeah..."
"Yeah. If I watched that, something, like this, satisfied? Achievement? That's what I'm feeling. Egg had a girdle, and Yut decided to be ready for something. Don't you care about me?"
"Ooh..."
Wouldn't this be a bad idea?
On a magical carpet that's adjusting both temperature and wind, a nasty sweat flows down my back.
I'm too ambitious.
"If you continue to grow, you will be appointed councillor of Hardenturm."
"I'm not being civil oppressed."
This is bad.
We have to do something about it......
"But the odds of meeting a meadow species (Magner) on this journey are low..."
"Of course you do. What are you talking about, Yut?"
When they say it out with their crushed eyes, they remember guilt as a glimmer.
"Women's Luck" earned as a reward for defeating Il Canjual. Did you tell God that you were yourself?
That's what I was about to say, Larsia's eyes began to taste serious and prepare her weapon. Slightly late, I also notice Yut.
Red Dragon?
On the way to the magic carpet, I saw a black shadow.
Because it's still far away, it just looks like a small shadow. No, I don't doubt that being visible at this distance is huge.
"This is my distance."
Even in front of a scarlet monster over 10 meters, it doesn't look disturbing. On the contrary, he turns his belligerent eyes to the dragon as he retrieves the spell document, saying it's going to be just the right amount of free time.
"Thundergod descends."
Rising on a magical carpet, Yuut covered his entire body with eight pieces of paper cut from the spell document.
It emitted blue and white light at the same time, absorbed into the surgeon's body, bringing together the source of wind and thunder.
A theoretical spell of the eighth ladder that welcomes the power to manipulate lightning over the source world of wind and allows its exercise for a short time.
If you hold your hands together as if you were pushing even on an invisible wall, a plasma-like light gathers in between.
Thundergod's Hammer, Thundergod Weapon.
A handful of likely thunderstorms were abundant, and still hundreds of meters shot through the distant red dragon. A growl similar to the curse echoes in the wind.
Stimulus odor can get into the neighborhood, but I don't mind the yut, it will thunder twice and three times.
The Red Dragon twists itself, or suddenly accelerates and decelerates to avoid thunderous hammers, but the giant can't possibly be so clever to fly, and one scale after another, like red balls, also creates a rupture in the burning wings.
"Gahhhhhhh"
He is unilaterally molested, despite his attempts to put down an iron hammer for territorial vandalism.
In that indulgence, Red Dragon raised his grudge again.
I just overheard it and my flesh was stiff and my soul was shattered and scattered roaring.
But - they were too bad.
"You've come just the right distance."
The magic carpet kept going, so my distance became clogged and fleshy. The rampant Red Dragon opened its huge mouth as it entered the range of flaming exhalations (firebraces).
"Sniper's Feast"
But that's the same thing for Larsia.
He was waiting. As soon as he could connect the arrows, he released as many as five to continue standing in about ten seconds, all of which pierced the oral cavity, eyes and other steep points.
Red Dragon movement stops for a moment.
But I couldn't bring it back from there, and it fell in a conical rub.
"Ooh. Sticky Sticky"
Still, Red Dragon manages to diligently move his half-breaked wings and try to escape. Desperately, of things that go back to the nest hole to rest their bodies and heal their wounds - it ends up just telling them where the treasures they've saved are.
Yut and Larsia naturally caught up, stabbed a thorough thorn in the nest cave, and stuffed the diminutive treasure into an infinitely stored bag.
"It's before you go to Li Kutua, and you're on edge with the dragon"
"I don't think that matters much."
Tapping lightly like that, the two return to their empty journey.
Towards Li Kutua, a place inhabited by dragon men (Draconut) from seven islands at the end of the far east.
It was now more than a decade before that vicious red dragon arrived.
Though the Crusaders were initially formed in plea to the Lords, it all failed. Every time there was retaliation to be wielded, the inhabitants of the surrounding area had reached the frontier of giving up.
Red Dragons, however, did not do anything like plunder from poor villages, and their desire for treasure seemed to be fulfilled elsewhere (it is not uncommon for dragons to compete with each other over each other's treasures).
What I asked of the surrounding villages was sacrifice.
It also sacrifices its neighbors by giving in to demands rather than just satisfying their appetite. Seemed to find joy in its bitter juice and giving up.
Still, if sacrifices are made regularly, at least survival is allowed.
The ability to migrate, the power to fight dragons. A powerless people who have nothing but to keep their heads down and live in awkwardness.
Even on this day, there was a group that carried new sacrifices and slowly ascended to the nest hole in the mountains.
The girl on board had tear marks that could not be hidden by crying or makeup, but the look on her face is clear now.
That's why the villagers who carry them also recruited bad luck - such humidity was the story until they entered the nest hole.
A nest hole in which sacrifices are made.
There was the wreckage of a red dragon that burned unbroken and was shot through the steeple with arrows.
I can't accept reality. No, I can't believe it's real and the movement stops.
But that's a preface to joy.
At the same time as the whimpering of the sacrificial girl, the voice of joy echoed through the dark and deep nest hole.
After a long period of brutality, they were finally saved.