It smelled nostalgic in my nose as I slept.
I woke up and looked around.
There's nothing there but big crystals.
"... now I smell nostalgic...?
I leaned my neck.
I can't even smell that smell anymore. Why?
With that in mind, I saw the crystal.
Among them are my (...) big (...) likes (...) likes (...).
I come near it and rub my face against it.
× × × × × × × × × ×
I groan as I see what is in its crystals.
I rubbed my face more unnecessarily than ever because I smelled nostalgic.
As I was doing so, I heard a conversation from somewhere.
"Is there a... here?
"Oh, definitely. Years of exploration have shown us that we live here."
I heard dozens of footsteps with that voice.
I have no idea where anyone is, but I can't believe I'm interrupting this blissful time.
Nice work.
I turn to him whose voice I have heard.
And when you get to the one who was hearing that voice.
"There he is. ⁉"
"I knew I wanted to be here"
And they that came before me plucked out of what they had.
"Leave. This is where I live. Shorty, you have no right to be here."
When I say so, they are.
"Hmm. What can warcraft flair say? Kill you and we'll get the title" Dragon Killer. "
Ha, are you here again? It's been quiet here for a while.
Everybody, let's go.
"" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. ⁉" "
And they came upon me.
To me the White Dragon, the corner of this "Two Guardian Dragons to Protect the Duchy".
A few minutes later. Those who attacked us, they carburized them.
Afterwards, I return to my usual place to rub my face against the crystal.
And I fell asleep.
Someone came out dreaming that I could never see again because of the nostalgic smell and the fact that I rubbed my face against a crystal containing something I loved.
The man has spoken to me.
It's been quite a while now, and its face hasn't faded a bit.
"Hey, xxx."
With a gentle voice, you call my name.
With a warm look, he sees me.
I like a smile that lights up a little.
I like a gentle personality.
Love it.
With that in mind, I kept dreaming.