Succubus-san’s Life in Another World

"Gururu……"

"Oh, I haven't forgotten, I haven't forgotten. Don't speak like that...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Tiny Dragon makes a sad noise as he lays low as he is capturing Glenn, this killer, listening to the circumstances. As long as we hand over the shanty against Glenn to the college and discuss it with them after this, the dragon will not.

"Gugyaa"

"Hmm, you don't like that, do you? It's not your fault."

"Gyao"

"Places and all that."

Tiny Dragon asks me if I don't like myself for attacking Urania. Urania was attacked. I don't deny it got a little silly hot, but I understand that this guy had a reason too. The reason I'm reluctant is because of where I keep it and how much it costs.

"Gurgaa"

"Well, that's fine…………………………"

"Um, Mr. Lily?

"Hmm?"

"Do you understand the words………?

I noticed when they told me to start, but with that said, there is no problem communicating with this dragon. I've been in contact with the Warcraft several times before, but I don't think that means I have the ability to do that because I never understood their words.

"Sure you know, why?

"Ugh, that's not right."

"Lily yielded the dragon. At that time, the magic path was created, and simple communication was possible."

"Ah! They said it all -!!

Arit, who took a valuable turn, is making some noise, but Urania says that subjugating warcraft such as dragons and subdragons rarely creates a connection by magic called the Magic Path. Do you know that those who have that connection think of each other even if they were dealing with different languages?

"Mr. Urania knew that well."

"Hmm, it seems forgotten because there are no wizards who would yield dragons to the present. I had a hard time reading books that were pretty old."

"Is it that old?

"Probably over 300 years old. I think the Empire has more material, but there are no dragon knights in this country, and there is little information."

Just as magic and magic are developed in this country because of the work of the wise men, so is the next country, the Empire, developed a technique called the art of service?

It is the ability to follow a powerful warcraft that has become the status in the Empire, and the presence of a dragon among them is still special. Especially since the emperor, who is the head of the empire, is called the Dragon Emperor, and uses the real dragon instead of the subdragon for generations to fly around the battlefield?

If the royal family of this country is the descendant of the brave men who crusaded the demon king, is the head of the empire the descendant of the brave men who crusaded and served the evil dragons of the past? Essentially, because the threat of demons and warcraft is familiar in this world, it seems that the nobles who rule the territory, as well as the kings who raise the country, must have more strength than that.

"So, what about that kid?

"I can't believe this kid still has work left in the herd, so he said he would prepare his own place to live and something to eat. So they just want a name. I can help you with that, okay?

"Gururaa"

When I check again, I get a lot of good answers. Usually we live in our own flock, and they only call me when they need me. When I ask if it's okay just for the weekend, the answer comes back that it's okay. You're a little too healthy for me to feel like a bad owner.

"Okay, it will be the Lord. Oh, that was a name."

"Gugaa."

"Right, so... Sierra, how about Sierra?

"GUGYAAAAAAA!!!!

That's the name of the mountain range I've seen in my last life. They give me a name for being small, but it's pretty big for me. You liked that name, Sierra roars with great joy. It's a little silly, but if you're happy with me, fine.

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I decided to leave the confinement of Glenn to the Solas and return the dragon eggs to my nest with me and Urania. That's unfortunately the end of today's training. I can't keep holding a dragon egg like this on a boulder, and that seems unacceptable to Sierra.

By the way, I can't take Sola and the others because I'm totally short on strength. Sierra, they ran into just one person, and they couldn't do anything. They wouldn't be able to fight anyway, even if they were Urania, if they just ran away.

Not to mention that going now is a nest of mad dragons. I also say Sierra will send me back by herself, but I don't like it when people compete with dragons living on this island because of just one human being. I was actually just going to go with me and Sierra, but the eggs also smell like Urania perfectly. I didn't hear Urania apologize to herself, so I decided I had no choice but to take her.

Sierra has led us to the Dragon's Nest, and we'll be there in no time. Through the woods, a cave at the foot of the mountain is apparently the nest of dragons inhabited by the Tiny Dragons.

We are surrounded by a few Tiny Dragons at the entrance to the nest. Every dragon looks like its eyes are running bloody for anger, but there is no atmosphere that suddenly strikes because Sierra is standing in front of us.

"GURURUGA"

"GUUU"

"GAA!!

Sierra and the dragon standing in the front are having some kind of recurring conversation. I kind of get Sierra's squeal, but I don't know the other dragon's words, so it feels weird. Sierra says things like "they and the egg thief are different people," "they helped me get the eggs back," "they delivered the eggs so far," and "I won't allow them to be harmed".

The other dragon hasn't convinced me in a while, but it seems that Sierra's persuasion made him reluctant to admit to us.

"Gurugaruu"

"Gyaou"

"Lily, what is it now?

He said, "Bring the eggs and follow me."

That said, the two dragons lead us into the cave. Although I and Urania looked at each other, I couldn't help being here, so I chased after those two heads.

Behind us, the other dragons form a circle, as if they were guarding the entrance to the nest. It also seemed like a cage to keep us from missing out.