The dragon reception ritual is proceeding according to the ceremony (Shinishi) and is connected.
Greetings from the great man were halfway through, and the audience began to grow.
Princess Sarane was present at the college's admission ceremony, but this time Prince Buildrad is sitting in the VIP table.
Is it because it is a more important formula?
Earlier, the second regeneration came into the venue aboard the dragon.
At that moment, I wondered what had happened because the venue had boiled.
The students of a thousand and five hundred royal schools are also already in special seats.
Everyone is in uniform, so that's all that stands out.
You understand that the audience is fine.
The audience became noisy gradually. They know.
The time has finally come for us to get dragons.
Here's the procedure.
If our names are called, we'll head to a designated location in the arena.
This is followed by a second regeneration on the dragon that we've been partnering with for the past year.
In my case, Senior Marty will play that role.
The name of the last person to become a patron is called.
In my case, Linda comes to the front of the gallery.
Naturally the ground of the arena is lower than the spectator's seat, so you can't get off of it.
We'll ride the dragon's back for the rest of our lives and pick up patrons.
That's the way it is.
After that, leave the patrons in the arena and go to the Dragon Valley to get the dragon.
One name at a time is called.
They need about half an hour to get to Dragon Valley and come back.
We leave one after the other, but it's a long way from here.
Twenty-seven of us are male and female in our first lifetime.
Six or seven people pick up dragons an hour, so it takes more than four hours for everyone to get dragons.
Those who come to see it know that, so take off the boring hours of the first half and some will come from by now.
An hour after it starts, more students come back with bumps and dragons.
"... another flying dragon. Isn't there a lot of dragons this year?
Waiting for the order, Ark said that.
"So far there are three flying dragons, one running dragon, and zero ground dragon. But it's still the beginning. I don't know if it's much or little."
"Right.... I wonder if my order will come soon. I'm thrilled."
Are the college students around you the same as Ark, softly?
At best, the venue boiled.
"Whoa, it's a medium-sized dragon"
The dragon that came into the venue was several times bigger than ever.
It is the first medium-sized dragon of the year.
Even small dragons are big. Dragon individuals do not allow other animals to follow.
But medium-sized dragons are not the ratio.
Obviously different in size and intimidation.
"Kuh, you look good. I envy medium-sized dragons."
"Feeding looks tough"
I hear it's quite a big meal.
"How can you not have dreams?"
Ark exhaled heavily at me for worrying about the bait first.
Really? I think the food bill is important.
I tried to talk around, but I didn't get endorsement.
"Continuing, Master Leon Fenard from the town of Saul!
My name was called. [M]
Get up and walk inside the arena. It's a little exciting.
When I looked at the inviting table, my parents and sister were waving. Calm down just a little.
"The assistant is Master Marty Gill, who is in Master Leon's room!
Senior Marty came in on a walking dragon.
"Hey, you don't seem nervous. I was worried about how to speak up to relieve the tension, but I guess I wasted it."
"Hello, Senior Marty. Inside, it's exciting. Today, thank you."
"It doesn't look that way. Come on, get in."
I jumped on Senior Marty's runaway dragon.
I was always given a ride, so it's something I'm already used to.
The next step is to introduce the patrons.
"Master Leon's patron is Royal School freshman Linda Luckena!
One woman stood up in the audience where students from the Royal School were gathered.
"Come on, I'll pick you up"
"Yes, please"
Senior Marty's manipulative runaway dragon stopped right beside the audience.
"Come on, Linda. Can you come across?"
"It's okay."
Taking the hand I offered, Linda moved on to the dragon in a truly (sombre) motion.
You've practiced quite a bit, this.
Senior Marty moves the dragon to the center of the arena.
"I just found it, there's a flag standing by the East Gate. There's a dad near there."
"Which..."
I gazed around what Linda said. I do have Linda's father.
"Found it? That's the way you dance."
I do dance. But why?
"Some kind of curse?
"No... I'm happy, I can't seem to stay or stand"
"It is."
Well, you can say sad things.
But I don't know about twisting my body.
"Senior Ann is a sports country right now."
"Yeah. It's almost your brother's wedding."
"Dude, I got a letter. Looks good. And he wants us to know about today."
"Oh well. How are you, Mr. Ann? Good."
"That's good, isn't it? I didn't write anything in the letter, but I think you're busy moving... oh, I'm going down now."
I got to a predetermined place while we were talking.
Leave only Linda here, we have to pick up the dragon.
No, I'm the only one welcoming you. [M]
"Well, come back soon, ah..."
Linda gives a throwing kiss. The venue disappeared.
"... I'll be there"
I smiled bitterly and asked Senior Marty.
Let's go, then.
Senior Marty's maneuver gave the dragon a brilliant run.
"All right, I'll fly."
"Yes, please"
The runaway dragon goes through the king's capital and goes for the dragon valley.
On his way there, he slipped away from the one and only land dragon that came.
I'm a classmate.
"Ark said when multiple dragon tattoos come to the Dragon's Holy Gate, they don't know the order and they get confused, but I wonder"
"Come on, but I've been told to come back as soon as I put you down, so maybe I'll show you around."
No one knows what's going on beyond the Dragon's Holy Gate.
I can only imagine on my own here.
Dragons don't put anyone on their backs at all times.
Only if there's a dragon jockey there.
That's all the dragon and dragon jockey bonds can be said to be deep.
We seem to know about dragons, we don't know anything.
I want to ask you sometime what the truth is.
With that in mind, the runaway dragon slowed down.
"It's almost the Dragon's Holy Gate. There's a priest from the Dragon Guide Church."
Indeed, a man in a coat of law stood.
Senior Marty put me down there and left, "I'll be waiting in the hall," he said.
"You're Master Leon."
"Yes, it's Leon."
"This time, I am very pleased to have been greeted with a dragon reception ritual.... Oh, the dragon print."
A cleric looked at the back of my left hand and raised his voice.
"Something's getting red. There's nothing else going on."
"The dragon's crest turns red is said to be that the dragon wants to get out of the Holy Gate early. Then let's hurry."
A short walk led to a vertically cut cliff.
Very big. I look up and my neck hurts so much.
"Can you see it?
"You're glowing"
The cliff was glowing. It's glowing.
"Really? It only looks like a black membrane to me with no dragon prints, but if it looks glowing, no problem. Put your hands together there. After a while, I think the dragon will show up."
Even while the cleric is saying that, from the inside of the membrane of light, the membrane is raised so many times that it beats with the dong.
"Looks like the dragon cut the numbness.... but that height"
I wrapped my hands around the membrane as if it were a baby's fetus.
Then the dragon print shines, and only a little hand enters the membrane.
I could feel something approaching me.
Dong Dong and I come to gain momentum.
Is this the dragon?
With that in mind, the wall of light swelled enormously.
"... this is!?
Something is about to come out of the inside of the membrane.
I looked up and my head was shaded.