The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

I was dragged into a puddle in the lodge hallway.

It was just for a moment that I was thinking about why the puddle in the hallway was so deep - and all I had to do was ask for air even.

But floating won't come true.

That should be it, too. The Virgin clings to my front leg with both arms, trying to drag me to the bottom of the water.

I look dying of breathlessness, but the Virgin looked more dying.

No, maybe it should be called a ready face. You'll see. This is the face of a warrior who attempts to defeat his opponent by stabbing him in the wrong direction.

I want you to stop. I want you to calm down and listen to me. It's not worth fighting for me. [M]

"Duh, duh, duh, duh! It must be painful. - Whoa! I gathered demon-sheltered water from all over the city! Now is the time to surrender!"

I want to surrender now, but only bubbles come out of my mouth.

Or has nothing to do with demon-sheltered water or anything. Normal water is enough for me to die.

No more, when I was about to give up.

Intense raccoon killing ran through a space filled with water by awesome.

It is not an ordinary craftsmanship that I can do, such as identifying people who have been released from killing.

Then I could assure you why Laeko's killing was because I could even see the illusion of a translucent Laeko sticking a dagger to the Virgin's neck.

Its appearance aimed at life in such a horrible shape that it did not seem to belong in this world was as if it were a living spirit.

The Virgin, who was directly hit by the killing, fainted away.

The water, which was filling the space as soon as possible, pulled away, leaving the water level just above the nail to expose the stone white floor.

I don't see any walls. There is an extended white space everywhere I look.

"I don't know, I just can't help..."

I had just cautioned how to use my powers, but that one really helped me.

The Virgin is still left lying with a blue face. You seem to be having a bad dream.

I shake the Virgin's shoulder with my fingertips as she walks over.

"Um, are you okay? I think there may be a misunderstanding, but if possible, calm down and talk..."

"Ugh... yeah... ha"

The Virgin woke up unexpectedly and immediately.

And he turned his eyes against mine, and fainted again.

I don't really like to say bad things about others, but this kid is modest and pompous.

Nevertheless, the only way out of this space was by direct judgment of the Virgin, so I decided to wait with guts. Being too close will stun you again, so keep your four legs down at a moderate distance.

I wake up early and because of my age, and this one gets sleepy when I sit still.

While I was wondering, my eyelids fell off at some point...

"Please wake up. Pretty Mr. Dragon."

If I noticed, someone was stroking my head.

When I opened my eyes thinking it was yesterday's children - what a Virgin she was touching her hand in front of me.

"Huh? Oh?

The Virgin smiles to confuse me and explains something quickly.

"You drowned in the city's waterways. That's where I helped. So being dragged is a mistake."

Looks like he decided the drag operation failed and switched to excuse mode.

I also lose my look at you for being too pretty for a good clap return, but if I disagree poorly here, I might come back for another hit and aim attack with yakeshits.

"Well, I've been taken care of. By the way, where am I? I want to go home to the inn as soon as I can because I'm waiting for you."

"Uh, this is... yeah... this is a great man's house. That's why it's huge."

"Oh well. A great man's house."

It is an extremely novel interval.

White monochromatic watered floors to the horizon are not a habitual home. God or something. No, although the Virgin is close to God in this city.

"Well, I'm sorry, but can you show me the way out?

"Ah. Yes. Ok. Then turn around for a moment."

Why do I have to turn around? I had my doubts, but I did as I was instructed.

In the meantime there are signs that the Virgin is doing something with Gosogoso behind her back,

"Yes, you can turn around. Welcome home!

I wonder where you brought it from. Haribote doors were available in places where nothing had happened earlier.

Obviously not leading anywhere in Perapella, but when the Virgin opened the door, the view of the city centre was reflected.

"The doors in this house have become a little unusual - and when I go around here, I'm starting to jump out like a fountain out of a city fountain. But never mind, do you?

"Yeah. I'm not sure I can care less, but I'll try to care less."

What would I explain if someone prayed in front of the fountain?

Can you convince me that I was playing with new senses of water? If I'd done that in the Holy Fountain, I'd feel like I'd be guilty of disrespect or something with that.

I stand in the presence of the door. I look back to the Virgin as she maintains only a low profile, ready to escape towards the fountain at any time.

"By the way, I heard some nasty rumors, but there's no such thing as a demon in this city, is there?

The moment I turned around, I thought I screwed up.

The Virgin opened her eyes and was shuddering with reluctance.

"Ya, I figured - you did. You knew about it, too, and you came to me."

"Um? A little? Well, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just wondering."

Gyu, and at my feet something rattled.

It was the sound of water stretched out on the floor wrapped around my legs like a snake.

"Huh."

"But I won't give in! Even demons! I'm protecting this city.

And the serpent of water grew, and threw me from before the door.

To the height of the universe, to the point where the Virgin looks so small as a bean grain.

It would simply be a throwing move to stay away from the escape exit, but if I land like this, I will not be able to accept it, and I will become a Buddha.

"How about that?"

If I die here, Leiko runs wild.

For that kid and for humanity, that's only a tragedy.

Back to back of my rush, the falling track gets closer as I try to get past the top.

And finally, the water accumulated on the floor raised a huge splash.

But my consciousness was preserved.

On the contrary, it doesn't even hurt. He was able to turn his gaze and relate to the Virgin, with limbs sloppily open on the ground.

The reason for this was that it was spreading just below.

The useless weapon that the hunting god gave me - the black fog - was spreading beneath my body into a cushion.