The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

The bandit Ajito was an underground cave with a pompous mouth open in the meadows.

Even when it comes to caves, some decent living rooms are well furnished up to lighting candlesticks.

It's a place too well made for a bandit to rapidly build, probably a diversion of ancient ruins or something as it were.

The deepest part of that cave.

A room sealed by a guard with an embedded iron lattice and a barbaric knife is their commodity stash - that is, a cage that traps those who capture it.

"Lady Laeko. Over here is the cage. Go ahead and do whatever you want."

The leader of the bandit leads him in fright.

"Okay. From here on out, just me and Master Evil Dragon talk. You guys wait tight."

"Yeah. Well, of course. So please. Please just hand us over to the guards nearby and give us a break. Please, just the purgatory sentence of blood..."

"I won't forgive you if one of you runs away"

"And naturally! Hey, you got it. I'm sorry! Don't ever run away from me! If you run away, the evil dragon will be possessed by your soul, and you will be better off dead! Living in jail is better than that!

The bandits, who simultaneously showed a nod of consent, returned to the cave hall and all began to wait in the front seat.

No one tries to escape, and nobody tries to be slight.

"Those people don't deserve to be killed either. That's what you're talking about, Mr. Evil Dragon."

"Of course."

In the coziness of the underground cave, remembering the serenity of the cave in the back of the mountain where I once lived, I hammered my careless gavel.

Continue along the passage guided with Laeko and come to the front of the cage.

From a young adventurer who ran out looking inside to a family of merchants who were with him. Everyone looked at this one with a frightened face.

I'm not sure how to interpret the look that Leiko gave me at that time.

It could have been as if a hungry gastronomer had chilled the street food in Lower Town and mocked and laughed, "This stuff can't be cooked". "Something like this can't be a true slave," as if to say.

The first thing that can be read from that expression is that no one among them was equipped with Raco's qualities as a sought slave.

Of course. If there's one more guy like that in this world, I'll cry.

"I expected just a little bit, is this still the case? You don't seem to find it so easy to be a first-rate person. To be a slave, it's less than third-class, less than no."

The faces in the cage look anxious at the sighing Laeko.

Perhaps you mistakenly believe that the slave traders have come to prescribe the goods of the purchase. Attempting to lower prices by adding difficulty is a basic means of negotiation.

In Laeko's case, I'm sure he's genuinely disappointed, not obsessed.

Grrr, and Laeko pushed the iron lattice barely.

Shouldn't you have gotten the keys earlier? And I think in silence.

"I will say disqualification. You are not worthy of slavery, nor of the family of the evil dragon. Go wherever you want."

A twist rushed through the cage.

I guess I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Even I don't know most of what Laeko is saying.

"Um... aren't you a merchant?

A lady with a baby asks Laeko for a favor.

"No. I am the family of the evil dragon. Now go."

I haven't explained enough.

But I walked out before Laeko,

"Ah. What. This raccoon is a bit of a weirdo, but he's a handsome adventurer. I came here to help the bandits."

"Is it true!?

At once the captives stood up and tried to pack it against me, but the leeko pulled out his dagger so as to hold it back provoked a temper until it was terrible.

"Don't make a scene in front of the evil dragon. You rude bastards. Who do you think you are? An ancient evil dragon who lived a long time ago. The bearer of power over even the Demon King - his name."

"Hey, hey, Tamma. Don't make the conversation difficult. I'm just a wasting dragon instead of a carriage horse. Please, go through the first settings I've decided. Stop trying to spread my notoriety."

I stand on my back leg two times, shaking my shoulders so that I can forgive you.

"... I see you have an enormous idea. I understand that."

But, and Laeko separated by paradoxes,

"Speaking too cheerfully, I thought that all those who were thrilled with the breadth of Evil Dragon's nostalgia would ask me to accompany them on this journey. Those who lack strength can only be a stepping stone. Please bear that in mind."

"I think you're the only stranger like that."

I answer frankly.

Objectively speaking, I'm about the rarest animal to talk to right now. There can't be any guy or anything that would be impressed by that word.

I meant to say such supremely natural logic, but somehow Leiko had his eyes properly rounded.

"Is it just me?"

"Oh, not in a bad way. It's unusual - I think it's true that you have a strong personality. But with eyes that look a little calm around you."

But my explanation did not seem to reach Laeko's ear in large measure.

With a creepy niyanya laugh, he keeps drooling the awesome sneaky laugh of "hehe hehe" off the edge of his mouth.

I'm so happy.

Seeing the gap between the barbed raccoons, I speak to the hostages with a hissing voice.

"What do we do? I don't know if I can run away right now, but I'm pretty tired, huh? I don't want to go out there right now and run into demons, but I think I'll get guards from a nearby city to protect me."

A young man, a hostage adventurer who seems to have guessed something, also sounded like a leprechaun.

"Make sure you do. Some non-combatant women and children were attacked by each cargo horse. If we leave the cave like this, we don't know if we can all make it to the city safely. By the way..."

The adventurer is more silent,

"Mr. Dragon, don't you run away? From what I've seen, it looks like that horrible girl is catching me..."

"... really. I'd love to, though."

I almost wept at the words of an adventurer who had shot me in the face.

But I put up with it at the critical point because I thought that if I were to cry badly, Leiko would solemnly cleanse this adventurer.