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

"Dear Mertier, and you're with him. Please, go inside the castle."

As I came to the entrance to the castle walls, a soldier on the lookout bows his head to me and Mr. Mertier.

However, the soldier turns a slightly narrower eye to me after turning a grin on Mr. Mertier.

He looked like a pain in the ass.

Walking in the castle yard, led by soldiers, I dive in my voice and speak to Mr. Mertier.

"... kind of me, aren't you interrupted?

"... um, well, it seems very few people bring their entourage. Perhaps no servant has yet brought his obvious fellow adventurers. Neither do I, because I don't come to these places at all, honestly I don't know anything about pre-construction or tacit understanding."

"I'm dying to go home..."

Then, a weak noise that I joked about comes into my mouth.

I shake my head and strike out my weakness.

I can't do this then.

I have to get Princess Chris into it.

Princess Chris hears that even scholars can hardly judge whether she is a big fool without thought or a genius who has been seen until earlier, which is not always visible to humans.

To my mind, probably not the former.

I just don't even know if it's the latter.

I did a quick downlook, but I have no idea if Princess Chris' trends are consistent or not.

It seems to me that I'm just scratching around my people and the public by changing my thoughts and opinions as I twirl them, but on the contrary, it's hard to even think about doing this without any intention.

Though I can't say it well, Princess Chris seems like something more horrible, something, monstrous.

I have to stand around that monster.

Perhaps, to observe from the reaction of the soldier just now, we cannot expect a first impression.

I'm just a little suspicious as to whether I was really a good person to come.

But I have a story that might distract the princess.

I have never defeated a great demon, nor have I ever made my way to such a dangerous land.

But only when I get along with Mr. Ilsia, I wonder if I can distract the princess as well.

Only this will be my only weapon to get into the princess.

Based on the soldier's guide, he walked with Mr. Mertier and reached the hall in the castle.

Several circular desks are arranged and dishes, such as plates and spoons, are placed together.

The adventurers had already begun to gather.

I hear a total of nine people were invited, but two of the eight now seemed to accompany me to see how things were going.

Long knight-style men and servant-style women standing beside them, and old swordsmen and young swordsmen with white long beards.

The remaining four are a one-eyed gentleman-style man with a dagger on his waist, a small swordsman who still looks younger than me with a lower back length, a purple-haired mage with warcraft tattoos on his face, and a skinny man carrying a large sickle.

I've never seen it in person before, but some people had heard rumors.

A gentleman-style man with one-eyed glasses is a famous adventurer with the street name 'Bernard of the Mind'.

I hear you move more to assistants from the rear than to fight directly.

The man in the robe with the Warcraft tattoo is a magician named 'Garzan of Death Flames'.

Rare for magicians, he specializes in high-powered magic at close range and melee with knives.

Except for the two of my entourage...... Mr. Mertier will be the seventh calculation.

The two of you should still be in this room.

A chair appears to be available for the princess to sit on, but there is no sign of the princess yet.

There was a little time, and a woman appeared with her blonde hair cut short.

He wears a robe deep enough to hide himself. The licence can be seen covered in bandages.

Some adventurers have a dark past behind them, and many are acting in concealment of their identity.

... a lot, but I wonder how this fits when you get to the castle. If you want to hide it, you shouldn't have sent it out to these places.

The room further opened and a man with large silver hair appeared.

He carries a huge sword worthy of his physique. Unlike other adventurers, it's different from temperament.

"Mr. Mertier, that guy..."

"Oh, oh... maybe that's the dragon hunt"

Appearance characteristics also match.

Must be "Dragon Hunting Volk".

Perhaps that sword is his sword of love, Leral.

I thought Mr. Mertier had a bad tooth cut, and when I did my eyes, Mr. Mertier's gaze was nailed to Mr. Volk.

I do have a terribly neat face.

He had a beautiful face, like a statue of a mythical masculine god.

Mr. Volk looked around at us as he explored, then sighed.

"... seven, eight, nine, they're all here already. You came out through me, but there's no haugrey, is there? I was hoping it would be here, but did you take it off again?"

Bored, I said so.

Speaking of Howgrey, he is a legendary swordsman who is already supposedly dead.

However, assuming you're alive, there's certainly nothing wrong with being called to these places.

I hear he was a person who had no interest in power, so whether or not to respond is another story.

Mr. Volk then disgusts himself in the face and glances at us again.

"It seems like the two of us can use it somehow. Isn't it true that she even had a weak daughter yesterday? Looks like you've been rubbing with the Three Horsemen, but you've come a long way."

For a moment, my eyes met with the swordswallowing eyes of a dragon hunt.

Unexpectedly, I deflect my eyes down. Look at me as Mr. Mertier explores.

"You people, those who are unwilling to die, do your utmost to escape now. You'll be dead soon."

A look of doubt on the faces of the other adventurers.

Naturally, to me, too, I don't know what Mr. Volk is talking about.

One of the soldiers lining up around him approaches Mr. Volk with a troubled face.

"Um, Master Volk...... was there something about it that didn't bother you?

"Hey, where's the princess? Invite me, and don't you show me your face, your Lord? You're so thorough."

"Uh... sorry. The princess has been busy… First of all, let me tell you about her progress…"

The castle soldiers were also scared to be stuck in a long dragon hunt just like that, and their hips were pulling against him dewning hostility.

A hurry arises in the face of 'Bernard of the Mind and Eye', who was observing from a distance.

Turning to the old swordsman, he was speaking up.

"Not good, Master Romrodon! The dragon hunt is going to move!

Apparently, Bernard the Heart-Eyed and the Old Swordsman...... Mr. Romrodon were familiar with each other from the beginning.

A disciple of Mr. Romrodon puts his hand on the sword of his hips as he bites his lips.

"... I see Princess Chris' disputed will either disable us or divide us individually before you appear? Then you've decided what I should do."

Mr. Volk pulls out the big sword on his back.

"What..."

At the next moment, the soldier's upper body was severed with every piece of armor.