Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～

When I woke up, it wasn't in the woods, it was on the bed.

Mr. Mariel, the only decent white devil mentor and my master in this village, stood beside him.

Although Mariel is older, her appearance is younger than mine.

They have some mixed elf blood, and you think it's aging slowly?

Sometimes I wonder if she's really old when I look at her with a zit of eyes as she drips the beautiful three braids of orange.

"That's not a bluff at all! I told you not to be so instigated by Dawes. You did!

Mr. Mariel sees me awake and starts to break his mouth like he's relieved, but he quickly retightens and yells at his voice absurdly.

"D, Mr. Dawes and Mr. Grants are!

Mr. Mariel holds his forehead and stops me from about to wake up.

"... Grants is dead. I thought they found the body out of the woods. You really got your hands on a rock dragon, you idiot!

"Mr. Grants... well, then Mr. Dawes..."

"I didn't find the body. It's only reasonable to assume that they've eaten it from the circumstances."

... just me, survived.

We should have stopped more.

It is a common recognition in this village that the Rock Dragon is the strongest demon around.

Ms. Mariel leaks her breath out of her mouth as she looks at me in tears, then puts her hand over my body.

"... Miriam alone is safe, it's really good"

Holding my head, I slowly think back that it was the woods.

Mr. Dawes is the most powerful man in the village.

His personality is a bit unusual and he gets angry right away, but he's the one who contributes the most to getting rid of the demons coming to the village.

We all have our trust in that.

Only a few years ago, he was often slapped in the pussy for going out hunting and getting his hands on a rock dragon, leaving his people behind with no teeth standing.

I used to buy personality grudges.

There are aspects of it because the dead came out, but I think the malice of the people who resented Mr. Dawes was spreading the rumor extra.

Nevertheless, when it comes to force, it is the village's best feat.

That thing was still on the brake, and few people said anything out loud.

But in the meantime, a swordsman appeared in the village calling himself a traveler.

"There is no gold, but there is flesh and fur of warcraft hunted in the woods. Give me the bunk and the rice. '

Some of them were rock dragon meat.

The fact that someone put the matter out to make fun of Mr. Dawes triggered a fight between the traveler and Mr. Dawes at the liquor store.

At the end of the day, Mr. Dawes bought into selling words, saying, 'I can defeat you now,' and voiced his solidarity with Mariel, who can use restorative magic, and Grants, a former runaway and settled in this village, and Mr. Dawes, turned down by Mr. Mariel, laid eyes on me, his apprentice.

I didn't want to follow you, but I said, 'Even if you don't come, I'll go. When that happens, me and Grants could die,' he said, "and I was to follow him in a way that was half-threatened.

Mr. Grants seemed a little disgusted, too. From the standpoint of being a former drifter, it may have been hard to say no.

Mr. Dawes was good at poking people's weaknesses.

I found a fairly small rock dragon in the woods... so... I ended up with no teeth...

Am I missed?

No... Speaking of which, I feel like someone helped me.

"Oh, um... if you helped me..."

"You mean Olas? Oras bows where he is attacked by demons who have entered the village..."

"Yes, no... Um, someone brought me out of the woods..."

"Someone like that should be here. No one was in the woods that night alone, and there's no reason to keep quiet, is there? Didn't you run away on your own?"

Mr. Mariel says no if it's not possible.

But he must have been there.

Someone who carried me and desperately fled the herd of demons......

... really, was it a person?

"Didn't you even dream about it?

"Oh, no! Alone, you must have come out..."

"Miriam is still confused. Wait a minute, I'll reheat the bird soup I made in the morning. The first thing to do is still drink and get nutritious. Then I thought I'd let you take your time."

"Sure... I..."

The feeling of someone's back that carried me.

Amateurish and weak, but warm restorative magic.

Even thin, my hands, my legs, my body, I remembered the presence of someone who helped me.

"Hey, that dragon..."

Miriam looks out the window as she says.

Naturally, you'll never find that dragon figure.