Manowa

"No."

The commercial district of the city of Gordios. Countless stalls were built there as usual, bustling with people to come.

It's already past noon and the peak is what we've reached, but still the number of people is small. When a slightly late lunch or a little hungry came, he was pounding his tongue.

In such a vibrant place, the voice of the toddler sounded.

It was the man baking the meat skewers who heard it.

"What. Young lady, you want to eat this guy?

I saw chocolate and blonde hair from the stall. The man glanced under the ledge and found a blonde little toddler standing there drooling of covet.

"It looks delicious. Meshi. Meat. I want to eat."

When I realized the man noticed, the young girl spoke to the man. When it comes to its content, it is a simple demand that a man's baked meat skewers want to eat. He opened his mouth to the young girl, looking at what was wrong with the man most of all.

"Well, I know you want to eat the skewers inside. This is what Odysan does. If you want to eat this guy. Oh, you're gonna need the money. Lady, do you have a penny?

That word said a young girl, "Is this it?" He took the coin out of his pocket and showed it to the man.

"Zect copper coin from Numa? It's rare for these guys, but it's not a problem. Well, how about a skewer? That's all the change."

"Thank you."

When the young girl received the meat skewers and change coins from the man, she immediately hit the meat.

"You're a horse. Bye, Dad."

"Oh, bye. If you like it, come eat again."

And the young girl walked away from the man's stall with the meat skewers on her cheeks.

"Hmm. The sauce is sweet. I can't stop feeling cheap."

With that said, the toddler girl walks away.

The toddler's wrap was knitted in silver yarn, a stunningly constructed piece embroidered in gold spider yarn, and the ornament she was wearing seemed to pop out the eyeballs if anyone saw it.

Its blonde toddler, most normally supposed to stand out, but people walking through the city seemed unaware of the existence of the toddler.

Most accurately, they didn't recognize a young girl. The people around them were unconsciously afraid of the young girl. It was true that he refused to look at the giant monster walking with him uninspired......

"No."

The young girl's name is Crofe.

The chief of the dragon in the west, also known as the Golden Winged Dragon Lady, was the symbolic presence of the dragons who exchanged bi-perfection with the Divine Dragon Emperor Naga on this continent of Philon.

Also, Clofe looked like a beautiful young girl at first glance, but her heart was Grandpa himself. Once dead by Black Dragon Hagas, Clofe was resurrected by Ao, his belly-hearted subordinate, but in doing so he turned into a young girl.

(See you later. I know, Ao. This is what noble toddlers are like in the world of men)

Crofe walks away reconfirming Ao's teachings.

Crofe, who never wanted to descend into the world of men, understood that Ao's common sense, which went from man to dragon, was the common sense of man. Ao has always guided Crofe and the dragons right. Crofe was therefore convinced that Ao's words could not be false or otherwise. That's all the trust was there.

"That man is really good."

With that grumbling, Crofe smiles bitterly at her own faults with her tongue out "oops" and slaps herself in the head with a knack. This trick is also due to teachings from Ao.

(Excellent, then you had to stretch it. At all, people are loud in detail.)

It was a city more southeasterly than the western dragon Ri Ragna, the city of Gordios, where such a croft is now.

When it came to why the croft was coming to this city, it was a so-called daughter-in-law hunt. As a matter of fact, it seems that the other person is also a female, so it may be said to look for a son-in-law, but gender is also irrelevant at this time.

The dragons can also be connected to each other by female males to host their children, but this time they were to be made in the ritual of reincarnated dragons using the heart of dragons.

Unlike the normal dragon species, Clofe can be a number (connection) to the normal dragon, unlike the Divine Dragon Emperor Naga. But because it is a rare species of the solar attribute, its counterpart also does not produce a dragon of the same attribute unless it is a solar attribute. I tried to be a child with a dragon of different factors, but I had to be cautious about child making because some past sad consequences of Clofe's strong factors eroding and killing the flesh of young dragons.

(I hear that Naga finally did it. Anything turns out to be a little human wannabe. So what Ao says is right? Little girls are just that)

The brainwashed old man was there.

(Oops, so where the hell did I go? That's right. That's right. White Hall with a bunch of whites.)

Crofe also knew from Ao that a group of whites were in the city of Gordios, but he hadn't even grabbed their exact whereabouts. It is also Crofe's arbitrariness that came this time in the first place. Crofe, who was distracted when he heard about Naga, who was also a rival, jumped out of the inside and came this far without consulting anyone.

"This is the beast man there. I need to ask you something."

"Am I? What, a kid? Why?"

And it was the beast man with a bad attitude that Crofe spoke to passing by.

"What is a kid? It's the only thing that's so small."

"Shut up. Something's wrong, kid. What are you talking about?

That's what Crofe had to be frightened to hear. The beast man, who, no matter how he saw it, did not even seem to be educated to the extent of the common people, still seemed to lack common sense as he appeared.

(I didn't even know that. I wonder if there's no choice in an uncultivated dog colo. I have to grow up.)

As Crofe nodded one, a man sounded like the other of the beasts.

"You're not tangled up in kids, Gao. What's the matter, little lady?"

It was a poor minister man dressed in strangely powerful armor.

"I want to go to the White Hall."

"The? Uh, what can I do for you?

Crofe nodded strongly as the poor minister asked.

"There's someone I want to see."

"Really?

"No."

A rude beast man opens his mouth to Crofe's words.

"Why not? You know those Kazanees. You're not supposed to be here right now."

(What?

The word opens Clofe's eyes, but the truth is that Ao and Clofe are not in touch in real time. So the information that a group of whites were now in the dragons of the east had not reached the dragons of the west, but it had not reached the clofe, which jumped out of the inside on its own.

"Gao, let me show you around for now. Maybe he's back, maybe he can keep it with Orring."

"Hmm, right. It's not a bad idea to sell a little favor to those guys. Come on, kid. I'm going to Kazane's house. Follow me."

"No."

For one thing, Crofe, who thought that it would not matter if he knew where he was, also snorted at the words of the beast man, and decided to follow them further.

"Right here, then. It's near West End Boulevard, so it's easy to understand."

"Thank you."

Crofe says thank you to the Beast Man who named him Gao by the time he got here.

"Well, at best tell Kazane I brought him. If you invite Mr. Louise or something like that, just tell him it's psycho. Sure."

To Gao's words, Crofe returned "the jar of" for now.

"Mm-hmm, but you're still not here. Looks like Orring's out there too."

Zillow peeks inside through the front door of the White Hall and says so. There didn't even seem to be any signs of people in the room.

"Oh, my God?

"Right. Oh, my God. Right. Now, what do we do?"

"Hmm, what are you doing? What about you guys?

As the Zillows spoke at the entrance to the White Hall, a voice was heard from behind. Gao and Zillow turned to the LORD of his voice, and his face was fortified immediately.

"What... or King Carla!?

"This isn't a dungeon."

Stunned by the sudden encounter, King Carla turned his spare laugh to Gao and Zillow, who set up.

"Hmm. Are you the ones who came to the trials before? Don't worry. I'm just here to soak up the water right now. I'm not willing to fight you."

That said King Carla took the key out of his nostalgia and unlocked the front door.

"Huh? Why do you have the keys here?

To Zillow's scratch. King Carla returns his words with a troublesome face.

"I was told you can't go in on your own. This is just how I keep my keys to the bathroom. Hmm, what's with the kid?

"Oh, you're King Carla. Long time no see."

King Carla tilts his neck at Crofe's words. But the complexion of King Carla, who saw the croft as mazi serious, changed. I understood it was a sign that I knew.

"No way, are you Gora? Golden Winged Dragon's?

"No."

Crofe responds with his hands up to King Carla's words.

Golden Winged Dragon Gora. That was the name of Crofe before she became a young girl.