The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

Heritage of Evil Dragon Leavendia

It was peaceful on top of this.

It was three days earlier when Heisen sent a letter to her home country.

Initially, I was expecting a response soon - but I don't see any response coming.

Heisen reluctantly said, "Perhaps my opinion is broken by how I entertain the Evil Dragon Hall..."

In other words, the question of whether to invite me or reject me resolutely is debated among the great people.

Take advantage of the infamous "Evil Dragon" as the trump card for the Demon King's Crusade, or distract from it again by considering the risk of inviting the "Evil Dragon" to the country?

What courtesy would you do if you were to be generous?

If I am estranged, what should I do to make it convenient not to break my mood?

Daimyo, that would be the place.

"Hmm... it's bad to be too hard on you, and if I don't hear back from you just a little longer, I think I should leave on my own with us. If you mean," Evil Dragon traveled somewhere without waiting for a reply, "then don't worry, everyone."

"I see. That's Mr. Evil Dragon. So you're not seeing the trivial political problems of humans, etc. We must seize the hegemony of defeating the Demon King as soon as possible -"

"Yeah. But let's just wait a little longer, huh? I've been getting a little tired lately, so I'd like to keep it a little divergent here."

With that said, I lay in a trance in a guest room in the Heisen Mansion.

The smoke that rises from the savings of the body is the moxibustion of the medicinal herbs that the hygienists have formulated for me. It also works on arthritis caused by excessive exercise and various types of tightness caused by aging, he said.

My body is made to look like a young man by the medicine that Alliante gave me, but I get the impression that I am not completely back to strength.

The unserviceable bumps that have lived in retreat for many years seem to remain intact when rejuvenated but not dissolved.

"Of course it is. The Demon King Crusade is also thanks to the help of the Evil Dragon. Healing that fatigue is nothing more than the first step in unifying this world"

"It would help if you told me that honestly. Ah, Laeko. Now will you slap me around the base of my shoulder?

"Yes, sir."

Laeko is giving me a shoulder massage beside him.

While I was getting moxibustion, I asked appropriately because I wouldn't ask myself to do anything, but I'm surprisingly good and helpful.

There, there was a sound that opened the door properly.

"Uh, Master Evil Dragon. I brought my dad's literature he was asking for..."

It was Shayna with a pile of books in her hands. He carries the Spirit with an oblong string on his back.

I keep taking her around trying to make her nostalgic, but it doesn't seem to work yet.

"Oh, thanks. Will you leave me in the hallway just outside the room? I'm going to get moxibustion right now, so if I leave it in the room, it'll smell like smoke."

"Master Evil Dragon is currently in relaxing time. You can back off."

Pokopokopokopokopoko and his shoulder slapped into small pieces, and I leak a drowsy mixed voice from my throat, "Uh..."

For some reason, Shayna's gaze on the book became surprising, and she stared at my relaxed face.

"Hmm? What's wrong?

"Oh, no. Nothing. Yikes. Then leave it outside the room."

Something's wrong with Shayna the last few days.

Ever since I showed my full darkness with the Virgin, I feel softened.

Probably frightened me. Don't worry, I'll be out when I'm just a little bit calmer.

"But Master Evil Dragon. Did you need that kind of literature? It depends on the brushes of the humans. Therefore, in some cases, fabrications and thoughts also exist. If I have to, I will dictate everything for 5,000 years."

"It's okay, Laeko. It's also important to grasp the image of what humans think?

More importantly, I think that literature is somewhat more realistic than Laeko's delusions.

There seems to be a lot of theory about the way humans talk about "Evil Dragon Leavendia," so I'd like to make the most moderate style of it official. And from now on, let it go through with that setting.

"Dear Evil Dragon, by the way. I already have eyes on all those books, so please use them instead of the inventory. Let's choose the best book."

"Huh? Really? Well, what did it feel like writing the most about me in that book in peace?

"Right......"

Laeko was often silent as he explored his memories,

"First of all, until the evil dragon was born above the darkness of the underworld and annihilated the old civilization, let us speak of a minimum front step common to all books."

"Not heavy if the least you can do? Isn't it hard to get to a moderate route from there?

"Of course there were books without those descriptions. But as someone who conducts research on evil dragons, that should be an irrevocable line. vulgar creations that could not even be based on that were not subject to consideration. There are three recommended books that I personally consider to have been quite true. In" The Herald of the Evil Dragon Hegemony, "" Approaching the Identity of the Emperor Dragon in the Underworld "and" Autograph of the Family and the Annihilation of the Evil Dragon Master's Demon King (in writing) "..."

"Don't apply your Lord's proprietary filtering. Please, put it all on target. And I'm in the middle of my last writing. What? Obviously your lord isn't trying to carve a new page?

"This is the most recommended biography. We don't allow other followers in accuracy."

Shh, and Laeko takes out a bunch of paper brackets with strings from his nostalgia. Surprisingly something was written in fine letters. I don't like it anymore.

"Please, why don't you put all the books as candidates and consider it again? What kind of book am I writing in the most peaceful way?

"… is it a book of its kind? I've had a hard time indulging in the urge to burn."

Laeko looks grumpy.

And I drained my hips dagger. It is a jeweled dagger that Liot gave it to me.

"There was a book featuring this dagger. From what it says, it seems that the priestly clan of that village - in other words, the ancestors of Liot - wrote it."