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

I show my face as I hide in the wall and check again for Sassy Miriam.

Definitely, it's not someone else's aerial resemblance. Definitely in person.

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[Miriam Mireania]

Race: Earth Huma

Status: Normal

Lv: 17/70

HP: 64/64

MP: 76/76

Attack: 36 8

Defense: 47 12

Magic Power: 69 15

Fastness: 58

Equipment:

Hand: [healing hand cane: D]

Body: [White Devil Instructor's Robe: C-]

Characteristic Skills:

[Grisha language: LV5]

[Magician's Talent: LV4]

Resistance Skills:

[Toxic Resistance: Lv4] [Magic Resistance: Lv2] [Confusion Resistance: Lv1]

Normal Skills:

[Rest: Lv4] [Fireball: Lv4] [Waterball: Lv2]

[Wide Rest: Lv2] [Care: Lv2] [Firesphere: Lv1]

[Clay: Lv2] [Clay Shield: Lv1]

Title Skill:

[White Devil Instructor: LV4] [Monster: LV2]

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Oh, whoa!?

If you see it crackling, it's growing pretty good!?

When I used to see it, it was about a villager who could use a bit of magic, but it seemed like he'd been doing a level increase since long ago.

You remember mecha magic too, don't you?

Miriam looked back at me abruptly, so I can pull my neck in haste.

I'm in Miriam's village, threatening the villagers after I killed Gregory.

From Miriam's point of view, I would only see myself as a dragon that became a monster both physically and mentally as it evolved.

Never again, I shouldn't see you. It is so decided.

Steady...... Oh, it's dangerous. I was just about to be found.

No, should I be more grand?

If you're so bad at it, why don't you just be seen like a suspicious person?

This one's humanized, so I don't know anyway.

"... what are you doing"

Volk looks suspiciously at me as he moves suspiciously and observes Miriam on a faraway roll.

Aro was swelling his cheeks and staring at me with his upper hand.

"Chi, no... this is, like, a personal affair... see, ah, because that blonde swordsman over there heard about the princess's party... and I wanted that information..."

I'm in conversation with Miriam, showing the blonde swordsman with my fingers.

"Well, then, Mr. Mertier, I'll be on my way to the buyout."

"Um, I'm one foot back"

Miriam bows her head to the female swordsman small and walks toward a completely different street.

After dropping off that back, the female swordsman began walking in a different direction from Miriam, with a great elongation and stretch of back.

I tried to follow Miriam softly, but my leg was accidentally hooked up to something, out of balance and flipped to the spot.

It was the spider's thread that was wrapped around his leg.

"Thanks, Nightmare"

Aro was trying to stroke Nightmare's head, pushed away.

Apparently, Aro asked me to do it and Nightmare released it.

Oh, you don't listen to me, but you listen to Aro...

"You can reveal who you are all over the city. Don't use your skills..."

"Pa, if you want more information about the party, you should hear it from your sister over there"

Aro points his finger at the female swordsman.

"Uh... oh, no, I knew that guy, look... nothing, okay"

The lady swordsman is also a little concerned that the princess has invited her to a party... as far as I'm concerned, the more heavenly and earth there is a difference in priority compared to Miriam.

"Dragon god!

No, it's not.

It's personal, but somehow, it's important to me.

No, really.

Well... but you can't help chasing after me.

I just talked to him, and from Miriam, I'm just a guy I've never seen.

Even if the identity finally makes sense, I don't feel like talking about it from there in a good way.

"What do we do? If you're familiar, you can take these two and do something else."

When Volk says, Aro turns back to Volk.

Stop it, Aro, he's usually strong.

"When or Volk... you could have sent me..."

"You, in fact, would be making fun of me for a bit"

"Yes, no... bad"

You're really going to have a stronger image when we first met.

"And... I'm happy to take care of you, but that's okay. That kid and I... we shouldn't see each other anymore. It's all right, Aro. I'm not taking personal feelings seriously."

I stroke Aro's head as he grabbed over with a fluff on his face.

Aro stared at my face, but eventually he meditated on his eyes and hugged me to my waist.

"... I misunderstood a little, I baked it, I'm sorry..."

Steady, that's ironic.

Even though [the art of humanization] has been acquired enough to finally have a relaxing conversation, I don't know if we can even face each other anymore.

But it's good to see your face.

I have no idea why I was here...

Hilarious, I see Miriam walking far away.

This might be the last time I'll see her.

Thank you, Miriam. Oh, I'm sorry.

Do you still resent me?

"I'm sorry...... Um, I'm in a hurry, so could you clear the way?

"Fine, what are you unhappy about? This is me. Come on, Mr. Thermal's not asking you out, is he? This is such an honor, isn't it? Omedetto!"

Miriam, with her eyes turned, was roughly entwined by the weird guy. Either that or it was a bad quality numb.

The hair was slightly longer for a man and stretched to the point where it hung on his shoulder.

Emerald and grey two-tone colors are vortexed.

Her nose is high, her eyes are long and tightly open, and her face looks slightly younger because of it.

Though child-faced, he was incredibly handsome.

I wonder what it is.

Watching it makes me very mushy.

"I'm sorry, because Mr. Mertier will piss me off!

The man grabs Miriam's wrist disappointingly as he tries to run through the side.

Miriam is weak, but her hands are not weak.

"Yes, I got him."

Oh, that's too much...

Should I stop, but I don't think Miriam should be involved anymore, and suddenly Miriam's body jumped big and stopped moving.

Mi, Miglia......?

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[Miriam Mireania]

Race: Earth Huma

Condition: Toxic (large), Paralysis, Coma

Lv: 17/70

HP: 35/64

MP: 76/76

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Oh, he's so poisoned!?

Yes, when? I didn't see it at all. What the hell are you thinking, man?

"Um, what's going on? Are you okay? Hit me, sick or cursed? Hey, can I take you somewhere I can rest?

I kicked the ground and headed for the two of us.

That fucking yarrow, you crossed the line. Don't hesitate to let me bust you in the face.