The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

On second thought, we couldn't have waited all that time for Raco on that spot.

Anyway, rejuvenating pills that shrink the body remain in the bandit's aside along with other luggage.

I was about to reveal the night on that spot, and suddenly my body was back to its original size, and I couldn't fit in a cave and I almost fell apart and buried it alive.

"Really, I'm glad it's a safe cave. Uh, I took a right over here."

Memory is quite confident.

I also scrape moss and mark it on the ground so that I can turn back if I have to.

I was most certain to bring the book, but that book would be tacit manners not to move it through the entrance. How reassuring it would be to just have that guide if one day another person fell.

"Turn left over here - straight through the last room with a burglar road to the ground."

As I followed the road without any doubt, the soaking ground suddenly felt stiff.

Just in front of the burglar road.

The only spacious space that could be called a "room" on the map, from the floor to the wall to the ceiling, was all built in a block of stones of uniform size.

Is it a stone room?

I have heard that the tombs of ancient royalty were built like this.

I remember the unspeakable creeps.

Across the stone room are murals of men with bows and arrows and spears driving up meadow beasts.

Let's get out of here.

This is not a good place for me. Intuitively so, I pass the room early enough. If you go through a corner where a block of stones collapsed by the hands of a burglar, you'll soon be uphill to the ground.

At that time, two events happened at the same time.

The first is that the moss that was attached to my leg crumbled on the flat floor of the stone room and slipped and fell in abundance.

And the other is that an arrow of tremendous momentum passed right over my head when I fell.

"... what?

On the wall of the stone room, a black arrow pierces it thoroughly and deep.

If it had hit me, I would have followed the same fate as the bones of the beast that rolled into the entrance.

"Wow, a trap. It was dangerous. Hey, lucky for you. Why don't you just die in one more step?"

But I feel uncomfortable.

That guide even said, "The kid's making it a playground". Will you let the child play in a place where there is a trap that releases an arrow?

"... it's amazing what an adventurer's child is. I haven't trained like this since I was a little girl."

I interpreted it so forcefully, and then I dared look back upon the unleashed one of the arrows.

Even so. 'Cause if it's not a trap, it's more horrible.

If it wasn't a trap, someone would have shot an arrow right next to you.

"Emono, hunt"

Anxious. There was something.

The presence of aliens, like the density of black fog and its human form. A bow and arrow composed of black mist was set up and squeezed toward me.

"No, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Out! - Whoa!!

I escaped with half a frenzy. If you want to escape, on the floor you've been on, say, "No!" and an arrow pierces him.

Turn back to the underground labyrinth and repeat your escape to the right and left.

And I slammed into the trail, and I raised and lowered my shoulders, killing my breath.

- Speaking of which, I'm a beast.

Shit. Now I remember the warning text in the guide.

That must be the god of the hunt worshipped here. He's trying to prey on the hunt, mistakenly assuming he's an animal dedicated to me.

What should I do? I can't believe you're dying in such a shady place. At the very least, it was a good place to hit the day.

I can't hear one of the fossil footsteps even if I'm desperate to clear my ears.

But I just imagine when that black foggy creepy figure will appear in front of me, and my spirit will shred to bits.

Think.

There's no way you can win a fight against that. What a god. He even hunts for the use of adventurers trained for combat.

I've been sacrificed so much, I guess.

Sacrifice?

I think of Laeko's face right in my head.

(God of hunting...)

Assuming Laeko was in the same situation, what would he do? Well, I suppose you'd even return that god by hard means, as usual, if he was sent here, just like he was offered to me as a sacrifice.

Will he die?

No.

I can't imagine the picture surface where Leiko would honestly be sacrificed. Even if you don't awaken magic.

"We don't just die anyway. Do you want to try?"

And I sighed, ready to die, and went out of the trail, making a sound of water.

And I screamed to sound all over the cave.

"Ooh, the temple of the hunting god! I am in the dragon you have sacrificed! Come on, please, eat in any way!

Put your back on the ground and open your limbs and pose for complete obedience.

And it came to pass, and an arrow, unleashed from nowhere, stood right beside my face.

Still, I don't move.

Well, actually, even if I wanted to move, I couldn't move anymore because I lost my hips.

Inside the cave, only the sound of pulling the next bow is clingy.

"I will neither run nor hide. If it takes your bow, the great hunting god, it's called Hondo. Now, if you have mercy, please shoot through my heart."

Simulate the dialogue that Leiko would say. I didn't like anything about myself coming out more sluggish than I thought.

A few seconds, which can seem like eternity, pass as-is.

When did the sound of pulling the bow disappear and instead the water stepping on the ground approached.

"Omae, nigenai?

I am about to faint at the black fog that has peered into my face.

"To - I'm not running away. Because I've already given my life to you."

"Omae, Hen"

After all, do you think so too? I sympathized with the alien God.

"Mattero."

The soaking black fog god went back into the aisle behind him and came back after a while.

The hand is ridden with moss that has made him smoke plenty of water.

"Chot, Atamahiyase. Omae, Tucaletel"

To the kindness I hadn't touched in a long time - I finally cried out on the spot.