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

"But you're finally seeing the goal, Miriam. I was hoping that an invitation might hang for the near-old Miriam, but I didn't expect my arms to hang in anticipation!

Alban, king's capital of the Ardegian kingdom, in a room in the inn 'Wand and Pavilion'.

Mertier, the master of adventurers, calls out to me.

Mr. Mertier is an adventurer who used to come to my village to investigate ghost disturbances at Mariel's request.

He's accompanying me on my journey to find the dragon.

Once upon a time, a black dragon ran wild in the village and left...... I didn't think that Mr. Ilsia really wanted Mr. Gregory to kill him.

The nails when you attacked me that day just seemed deliberately removed, no matter what you think.

I really wanted to make sure of that, and I decided to leave the village and become an adventurer about Mr. Mertier.

Mr. Mertier is right, today will be my journey, one separation.

As I sat in bed, holding my pillow and thinking, I looked back to Mr. Mertier in the same position.

"... not yet, it's from here. For once, you might end up falling short of expectations."

"That depends on my swordsmanship and Miriam's discourse. My strength sparks my interest, and Miriam manages to enter the princess."

Mr. Mertier sticks the tip of the bareback wooden sword at me.

... I want you to stop swinging indoors because it's dangerous.

"... I'm not sure, but you have to do it"

In every country, it has become a legend among adventurers that the royal family secretly investigates and exchanges information on demons and grasps the location of the top demons with a designated hazard level B or higher.

The mere fact that the presence of demons of Class B and above is plundering on the edge of vast territory delays circulation and significantly reduces the value of the land.

Originally, royalty is obliged to cope near cities and villages, but it is often left unattended unless it is a major city or a hub with an important role.

Because if you go on a crusade, it's definitely a class where the dead come out.

Getting too much incompatible force to the dead is tough, both in case it causes terrible things, in terms of funding and in terms of the soldier's mood.

...... I wish it was just... but in some cases it is often left out for political convenience.

So in addition to the royal crusade at his convenience, the royal family is secretly pursuing the location and ecological investigation of the superior demons to be able to deal with them properly in the worst case while monitoring them….

It's just a theory, but there's no way that a country with influence around the Ardezian kingdom has any idea of the existence of a superior demon that could be considered a single disaster.

When I checked during my journey, Mr. Ilsia's last appearance was that of an ailing dragon.

The designated hazard is lower class B, but the winged dragon has high mobility.

Besides, the diseased dragon is supposedly engraved on an ancient stone tablet, two thousand years old, two steps before the demon king, Jabawok.

There were reasons to be fully monitored.

"But, Miriam, are you okay? I heard you fell all over the city yesterday..."

"Yes, no, I just got a little standing glare. Worried."

"I know this is an important day for Miriam, but if you're not feeling well, you shouldn't be forced. It doesn't matter what you think that standing glare will keep you from moving for hours. I'm not hiding something..."

... I can't say Princess Chris' three knights called me out and then fell...

Thermal, one of the three knights, was originally a streaming adventurer, and rumors of poor behavior are circulating in Wang capital.

The former pharmacist who helped didn't seem to have a good impression on the Three Horsemen either.

I have a slight... bad feeling. Just say this, Mr. Mertier, and you'll never be good with my company.

"... but isn't it hard to distract Princess Chris with swordsmanship? This time, there will be a living legend, a dragon hunter, rumored to be the most powerful swordsman on the continent."

I laughed wilfully and distracted Mr Mertier.

"Wow, I don't know! With me, a swordsman loaded with workouts! Whether you win a mock match or not, show them a pretty good fight!

"If you're not exaggerating, you're the only person on the continent who can slash high-altitude demons from the front alone, right? Maybe even a wooden sword from a simulated battle should be able to amputate even the Ogi at leisure. Hey, Clo?

I, crawling on the floor beside the bed, was licking my own body, speaking to Benem Quinlecherta's crochet.

After glancing at Mr. Mertier, Kroch puts his face towards the window in disinterest.

Clo helped me in my crisis for some reason, eventually reaching the point of officially registering for the Adventurer Guild as a demon.

However, as long as you were helping me, I also feel a little hostile.

It's not a bad attitude, but even so, he's been softening it a lot lately.

"Mm, mmm..."

Mr. Mertier shuts up remorsefully.

Somehow, the story seems to have changed course.

The legendary swordsman Howgrey was also supposedly able to defeat the high-ranking demon alone, but Howgrey was trapped by a nobleman who refused to invite his servant and was allegedly killed more than a decade ago.

Now he's not here anymore.

"Well, suppose it's time to get ready"

I nod to Mr. Mertier.

Afterwards, I spoke to Cro.

"Leave a message, will you?

Cro looked up at me for a moment and shook my shoulders tingly as if I didn't care.

Then he suddenly jumped at me and pushed me down.

"Hey... hey, hey!

"Miriam!?

There's no way Mr. Mertier pulls out his sword, and he's panicking in front of me and Crochant.

Clo, since becoming a demon of use, has saved Mr. Mertier's life many times, not just mine.

Besides, I was also taught scattered in the Adventurer's course that pointing a weapon at the user demon in the relationship between the user demon and his master, which is made up of demons and human trust.

"Clo, stop... hmm?

Cro seemed to be pressing his face against my body and smelling it.

Then he jumped out of me, washed it yesterday and beat my clothes still dry to the ground, with his nose tipped.

"... Cro, honey?

I lean my neck.

Mr. Mertier, too, looked strangely at Crowe's back.

It's hard to make a scene so far, Kro, who always stands cool.