The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"... I finally have a report to my country. Things aren't very favorable, but we can't hide Golden Mountain forever more than we don't know how to undo it. As for this, I apologize for accepting it afterwards, but I would also like to report what Lord Evil Dragon has done here."

"What?"

That's how Heisen talked to me in the middle of collecting weeds I pulled out and making grass dumplings.

A grass dumpling is a round roll of grass that I read and gathered as much grass as I could write.

Of course, there is no option of eating grass because of the motto of making food crude.

However, there is also a utilisation method for the grass pulled out.

After rounding it like this, you can rub the grass fiber and let it dry in the sun and wind for a while, and you'll get a soft haystack that's perfect for your bunk.

So, I couldn't really hear what Heisen said because I was rolling over the grass dough and enjoying the feel of the fiber crumbling.

"Uh, what? What's wrong with me?

"Yes, because the Evil Dragon Temple ruled the mountain with its flames, we have written down all the mining agreements that we have entered into in exchange for the creation of the statue - the disappearance of the Golden Mountain and the emergence of the Spirit, of course. If there is anything inconvenient, I will report it to my home country."

"Just turn off the statue crap. And if possible, the burning of the mountain. Can't it be that a straw didn't exist?

Hmm, Heisen roared.

"That's hard. Even without the disappearance of Golden Mountain, it is a certain case for us only that the Evil Dragon Temple has come to visit. No, if Lord Evil Dragon will never be allowed to report it, there is no way to resist us..."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Just saying. Anyway, my reputation is almost like a sinking boat. I'm sorry I put you through this."

My eyesight isn't rusty yet.

Although it may be true that he has a fondness for me, Heisen does not look like a man who only likes or dislikes himself and falls into the line of duty. As a keeper of national security, you will surely report me to your home country.

"Thank you. We will now contact your home country as soon as possible to consider a response, so please wait here a little longer."

"Yeah. Because the longer I am, the happier I am. Sudden cancer. Yeah."

"Not at all. We have birds tamed for urgent transmission. You'll get a response tomorrow."

Even though I don't want to move as much as possible.

If you stay at least one place, you're less likely to get caught up in the noise.

I sighed sneakingly, and Heisen dropped her voice a little sorry.

"And... I'm sorry if you're in a bad mood, but my country doesn't necessarily welcome the visit of Lord Evil Dragon. Border guards like ours respect the Evil Dragon Hall, whose glory alone quenches the feud, but for those accustomed to peace in their country, Evil Dragon Leavendia is a symbol of fear alongside the Demon King. You should have welcomed the country by name…"

"Oh yeah. I don't want to scare people too much either, but if you're not very welcome, don't worry, I'll travel somewhere else."

"Really...... From what, I apologize for caring...... By the way, Shaina, what the hell are you doing in a place like that?

Suddenly Heisen raised her gaze.

When I was told, there was Shayna trying to hide herself from the crowd on the roof of the mansion.

"I know you want to see the Evil Dragon Hall up close, but then it would be like a peek. You're gonna hit me with rudeness."

"Chi, I said no, Dad. Look, because this Spirit seems to like the high places. You want to talk?

"Now the clouds are far away"

"Look. Aren't you sad that the clouds have gone far?

I didn't feel much of an element of sadness. It just sounded like he was blurring "Something's been a long way lately".

- Or were you peeking at me?

I don't need to take a peek, and I think Shayna has been friendly with me until now.

That all of a sudden it has become so strange... that it is starting to be avoided?

"Ugh, I knew I frightened you... But you're not, Shayna. I can't go into the details, but there are already some nasty circumstances about wasting this grass. This."

And I said, I looked back at the grass dough that I had made.

A little more exposure to the sun would make a fine futon for me.

I was making the most of it.

Screwed up. I hadn't been able to get out of the stereotype that it would be fine if I didn't eat it.

With such a mortal mistake, the Virgin of the Advisor, I would never have made it.

It hurt to have no mentor along the way.

"What? But isn't there a cause for fright?

"... you know, evil dragon-like. I just want to ask you again for a second because of this opportunity, okay?

Zazu, and Shayna descends from the roof with Mr. Spirit.

"Yeah. Ask me anything I can answer."

"How old is Master Evil Dragon?

"About five thousand years old. I'm not counting very firmly, so maybe five hundred years is an error."

"... well. Hey, you look small now, don't you? Can I show you what it really looks like?

"Uh, I'm sorry. I don't really want to be who I am because I'm sure it scares you."

Though I really just can't go back on my own.

Shayna brings her face closer to my eyes. I say as I have decided, with long white hair shaking in the wind and distant enough to touch the tip of my nose.

"You know what? I've been talking to you since yesterday and you seem like a very good person, Master Evil Dragon - did you really do something wrong or something a long time ago? I mean, I can't believe it..."

"Oh, yeah, that's... ahem!

There was an unexpected rescue for him when he was anxious to answer a sharp question.

What the hell did you like so much? Even though he would no longer be hungry, the Spirit flew out of Shayna's shoulder car and bit me in the neck.

By the way, almost at the same time, Raco was biting my tail.