Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"There's hardly any green on this hill, is there?

said as Illis looked around the hill.

Astalot nodded, answering.

"Right. This hill is apparently made of limestone. Green is... like weed there."

"Hmm, but there's a depressing forest down here, isn't there?

"Yes, then at least there will be insects."

Iris asked a lot.

"Why? Why are there insects?

"Flowers can't pollinate without insects. So we can't reproduce, but, look, look over there. The flowers would be blooming, wouldn't they? Which means at least there are insects."

"Hmm, is that what it is? So if there's an insect... it's a thousand-year-old dragon I'd like to see?

Astalot smiled bitterly.

"You did. But we'll find that later. Let's find out one by one first."

"Fine, fine."

When Iris said so, he floated.

And in the next moment he flew with great momentum, and disappeared from before Astalot.

"It's a scratch..."

When Astalot shrugged so, he flew himself up to no choice but to follow Iris and fly explosively.

Two.

"... you do seem to have insects..."

I said over the flowers blooming in gorgeous oranges, watching the flickering insects.

"Don't you? And those are brilliant flowers. It's so beautiful."

When Astalot twisted the blooming flower in front of him, he took it to his own nose and smelled its adorable odor.

But Iris looked at the situation in white.

"Well, I'm not interested in flowers. Only thousand-year-old dragons are the problem."

Astalot leaked a bitter smile at Iris, who had no ears.

But it was also a thousand years of dragons that mattered to Astarot.

But even now, I never saw the shadow.

"... you did have a problem. I thought it would be here if I even found it..."

Then Illis told me to throw it away.

"We'll find it. Depends on the allowance."

That being said, Illis just jumped up and left somewhere.

Although Astalot exhaled heavily once, he thought Iris was right here, and then jumped up after him.