Mushoku Tensei – Old Dragon’s Tale

On the continent there are mountain ranges that cross the land.

In the heart of such a mountain range, a large mountain existed.

His name is Ryu Ming Shan.

Ryukyung Mountain is the tallest mountain in the world, deep in the mountains.

Though trees grow to stick to rocky skin, the chopped cliffs discourage people from entering, and on top of that, the red dragons inhabit high up in the mountains.

It's not where people live.

Sometimes higher-ranking adventurers visit to the foot, but never take a trip to the back of the mountain.

But if a powerful adventurer climbs the mountain, he will see an amazing sight.

Home.

There is a house in the middle of the mountain.

It was an unusual sight.

Because there is a house where people live, not where they should live.

Try to get close to that house and the adventurer will see something even more surprising.

A girl.

There's a girl who doesn't look like a deep mountain.

A blonde, long-eared girl walks in front of the house with a barrel.

The girl was repeating the action of carrying the bucket to the back of the house, returning and entering the house, and coming out with the bucket.

Apparently, they're carrying water or something behind the house.

If you follow the girl to the back of the house, you'll see it's a big cave there.

A cave where unusual signs can set in, but the girl goes into the cave without cowardice and further into the back.

Waiting in the back was inhabited by reptiles, with huge bodies and long necks, red scales, sharp fangs and nails.

The Red Dragon.

The girl was pouring the contents of the barrel into a box placed near the Red Dragon.

The Red Dragon, looking at the girl, showed no hostility.

I was just looking at the girl with a gaze that told me to just finish carrying her.

But the amount the girl would have had and the size of the box were too disproportionate.

You'll have to go back and forth again and again to fill the box.

Nevertheless, apparently this was the last time.

The girl put the bucket to the side of the box and stretched out in a good way.

"Huh, it's a watermelon!

When the girl declares that she is well, she pays tribute to the dragon.

The dragon also got used to his nose just saying "thank you".

The girl wandered back to the house in exasperation.

It is a wooden house with no philosophy of any kind.

But if the beholder sees it, he will have found that the house is protected by an advanced sorcery community.

"My lord, my lord, the water is over!

When the girl was inside the house, there was a sight full of life.

A bunch of crap on chairs, tables, ornamental plants, paper bundles, I don't know what to use for.

The girl walked to sew them.

Because the person who spoke did not reply.

I got to where I wanted right away.

Room in the deepest part of the house.

It is the most spacious room in which the Lord of this house is staying.

"Your husband?

The girl opened the door and went inside.

Inside, a bookshelf several times the girl's back length was lined up narrowly.

It's like a library room.

The girl took to the back of the bookshelf compartment.

A building called a library exists only to count in this world.

But this environment full of books, for her, was a familiar sight.

There was one man in the realm full of such books.

He turned his back on the entrance and wrote something carelessly towards his desk.

Spotted hair mixed with silver and green.

creepy hair color, but it was still familiar to the girl.

"If your husband!

When the girl called, the man looked up as if he had been played.

Slowly spread your back wings and look back.

I acknowledged the girl's appearance.

"Oh, Rostellina. Were you awake at this late hour? You have a lot of work to do tomorrow. We need to get some sleep."

"What is this late-night! The sun is already rising! I've finished watering Mr. Dragon."

"Oh, yeah?

The man stood up.

Then the girl was framed looking up at the man.

What, because the man's back length was big enough to go over two meters.

"Well, have you finished watering? Good luck. And yet, yes, another day has passed."

"Your husband, sleep properly!

"Oh, I know."

Wherever a man blows the wind, even as a girl says so screaming.

"I don't understand! Yesterday, even yesterday, you didn't sleep!

"... because I don't have to sleep every day like you guys"

"Really?

"Oh, I'm a species that lives a long time. Sleeping is enough every few years."

In response to the man, the girl had a decent face.

But in a mundane moment, his cheeks swelled up a lot.

"I don't know anything about your husband!

"Yeah, but you didn't ask me anything, you just followed me."

"Tell me more about your husband"

"Of course you don't mind. It's just that my life so far has been long. It's gonna be a little long."

The man narrowed his eyes, saying so and looking around.

A bookshelf that can still be described as expensive, even with a man's high back length.

A book stuffed with gissilli there.

This was all written by a man.

A man's record, a man's life.

"I don't mind. Instead, is your husband really okay? Aren't you busy?

"Fine, for someone with a long life span like mine, a second's worth less. I have enough time to talk to you."

That's what the man said, recommending the chair that was nearby to the girl.

I sat in a chair myself and did my hand on my jaw.

"But if you're going to talk about it because of me, I think it's more fun to talk about another story than it is about me.

Talk about a boy who traveled alone to defeat the Great Demon Realm.

Talk about a hero who killed a big monster and got a princess.

Or the story of a saint who was manipulated by a bad God and had to throw himself into a battle he couldn't win.

... No, I guess the last one wasn't a fun story "

"No! More than that, I want to know about your husband!

The girl pinched her mouth to the man who thought of it.

Because if I let it go, it seemed like they'd hear something else about it.

"Oh, even if I know. But that being said, what do you want to know about me?

"... all"

"All?"

"Your husband, how you've lived so far, why you're doing your job now,"

"I see... but that's not a very pleasant story. There may be something interesting about it, but it all leads to a sad ending. It's the bad end. My life is. If you ask, you'll feel sad."

"I don't mind!

To the strong tone of the girl, the man took his hand off his chin as he gave up.

And I looked up at the ceiling.

It's as if there's a day's self there.

"Right. Fine. If you want to say that much, I'll talk to you. But you do, where shall we talk from? I don't have a chance to talk about the old days, so I'm confused."

"Anyway, I'd like to start from the beginning. From the time your husband was born, when he was meant to be."

"From the very beginning? Hmmm...... I wish I could speak well...... if I didn't think it was funny, I'd fall asleep right away. If you think sleeping is better than listening to me."

"I'm not your husband, and I don't sleep when people are talking!

"Ha, you're a good boy, you are. Well, then let's talk."

The man closed his eyes softly.

The girl embarked on herself and listened.

"Let's start with how the world was born before I was born."

The man started talking.

A long, long time ago, the story of the Mythical Age.

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