Reincarnation Monarch

"... that's odd... there's no way we can't feel a sign at all"

Astalotto said as he narrowed his cool eyes soothingly to create even cooler.

Illis likewise said with sadness in his beautiful flowing lashes.

"... Aren't you there?

"No? Running away?

"Hmm. I can't think of anything else. There's no way I can't feel the signs of a thousand years of dragons while you're all here with me. If so, there's no other answer."

Astalot became even more ruthless.

"I noticed our proximity and fled... is it possible to do that?

"I don't know. But I can't think of anything else."

"Sure, there's something else... but I don't think the child dragon swimmed in the magma earlier than we did..."

Then Illis agreed.

"That would be for sure. If you were so quick, you wouldn't have caught me in the first place."

"Right...... I sure am. If so, how..."

"I don't know. I don't know, I guess I found out somehow."

"No, that's hard to think about. We should have come this far in the shortest possible time. I'm not going around like that."

Then Iris also thought of the eyebrow root with a gnaw.

"Hmm...... you sure do. I caught her dragon before I could look around. From there it's going in a straight line..."

"That's right. If the other dragons noticed our approach and went to the Thousand Years Dragon, they couldn't have made it."

Astalot affirmed.

Because it was about the results of the calculations made in view of the history thus far.

Then Iris also nodded deeply in his head at this and gave his consent.

"Right. You're absolutely right. Even if the dragon can swim in the magma like it's underwater, there's no way it can outrun us. There is a lot of resistance in the magma. There's no way it's faster than flying."

"That's right. And since our arrival in the Gardan continent, we haven't seen a flying dragon yet."

"Oh. All we found was one of those little dragons in the magma..."

"Weird. How did the Thousand Years Dragon get close to us? Why were the dragons hiding in the magma in the first place? Whatever you think, before you arrive in our Gardan continent, you can only assume that you were feeling it."

When Astalot concluded so, he glanced forward with even more ruthless eyes.