The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"Woman knight, do you have a clue when it comes to searching? Especially if it wasn't for Ate, I'd head to Granard, my neighbor."

"Right..."

As soon as I left Perudona, Doradora asked me where I was going.

Alliante and I have just received this report, so it's not like we have any ideas.

"But looking for a missing nearby plain won't get you anything. A search party is already searching for a spot. It doesn't make a big difference where I went."

"Then we head to the garrison that we stopped just before? The disappeared Golden Mountain and the others will be near it."

It is a reasonable proposal. but this is also hopeless.

Because of Leavendia's character, there is no tricking the garrisoners into taking away the general's daughter. I should have left peacefully for the guard and the Wang capital.

The sudden disappearance of that footprint is nothing more than an unexpected happening on the road.

Then again, the plains on the road, not the starting point, should be explored -

"I should have let you have the means to contact me in an emergency."

Strike your tongue lightly.

I avoided excessive shoulder placement to avoid being suspected by my family's daughter, but I couldn't help but be anxious when this happened.

I should have at least secretly mixed the items in my luggage so that I could get a location, even if they didn't serve as a means of contacting me.

"Hmm?"

So Ariante came up with one thing.

It is a weapon in the form of black nails, shown by Ravendia in Saelen.

"What's up?"

"No, I remembered that Ravendia had been given weapons by the native gods around here. Because it was made of magic, it is possible that God, its creator, could detect where it is."

It's basically a weapon that's integrated with nails, so it shouldn't even drop it.

"I see. So I should head to that native god, huh?

"Do that. Can you find it?"

"And no other love."

That's what Dradra says. He swirls his wings. Across the street, I saw the agricultural town of Saelen.

"Hey Doradra. I'll make sure that the native god is not the Virgin of that town."

"... I know. I'm just a little used to wings. There's no way I can make such a simple mistake."

"You have a habit of distorting facts conveniently for yourself."

Alliante sighs one.

"I don't care, if you want to be strong, fix that habit. It is only by acknowledging my inaction that I can improve. You can't be strong without turning your back on your weaknesses, can you?

"... sorry. Shame on you, but I actually got the mistake of referring to that Virgin. I haven't either. On second thought, there's no way God could have made a weapon or anything like that..."

"That's right. Think for a moment and you'll see. Good, now your judgment is a little better."

It must be my fault that I heard a sneezing voice from Saylene under my eyes.

Alliante remembers the story when she was shown her weapon.

"Sure, you said you met him in an underground ruin that the bandits used to make aside."

"Underground ruins, that's convenient"

All of a sudden I got water, but Doradora gave me an invincible grin.

"You know where it is?

"I don't know. but if it belongs to that hand, there is no making to look for. Wait a minute."

With that said, Doradora opened her mouth and began shooting her weakened braces in all directions on the ground.

"What are you doing?

"I'm a storm dragon in the wind. The movement of the wind is, for me, equal to my fingers as well. Exploring the terrain with the echoes of the braces blown to the ground is an easy job for me to twist my baby's hand..."

"Right. By the way, I see a pretty big hole over there on the plain, but maybe the entrance's over there?

"Heh. Listen to me, lady knight. The great wind showed me the entrance - the big hole over there."

"I don't think the wind had to show it."

Dradra, who insists that it is only her own handwriting, ignores it and lands in the front of the ruins.

Well, if it wasn't from above, it would have taken more time to find it, so it has to be Dradra's handle.

"Just wait here. The size of this ruin means you're in."

When he turned around Doradra, Alliante drew his sword reflexively.

A monochromatic silhouette with only a white tooth grin. Because I could see it pulling a bow from the shadow of a grasshopper toward Doradora.

"Get down!"

Almost at the same time, Doradora avoided whether she had reacted to slight killings. The black arrows that plunder the scales are intercepted with the great sword of Aliante.

"Who is it, a demon!?

"M?"

In response to Alliante's inquiry, the black shadow tilted his neck.

"Kono Dragon Ha, Omaega Feeding Tteil?

"Oh, this guy is kind of the cute one in our town."

"Wait, no, no. I'm a proud dragon. It's not a weak being kept from one person to another."

Pussy, and an arrow stabbed between Doradora's brows. It wasn't long before I stopped. It was early work.

"Whoa! Arrow! Arrow in the head!

"Wild Nordragon. Prey Nitotte Shortage Nashi. Hunl."

"Hunting? No way, you're the hunting god here?

Leave the Doradora around. Unlike Leavendia, it is a fine dragon. Blink wounds will heal quickly.

"Soudakedo"

"We are not enemies. Ravendia... a friend of the herbivorous lizard who taught you."

The moment I said it, the arrow that was stung between Doradora's eyebrows could disappear as fog.

Then the hunting god gives me his hand.

"Bad cutter. Ano Dragon Prey Tocanchi Guy Sitaita"

"I don't mind. Everyone can make mistakes."

"Hey you guys. Don't settle over my head, the victim."

Disgruntled Doradora walks by badly, but dares to ignore it here.

Fortunately, when I dazzled the Great Sword, he read the air and shut me up.

"I want to ask you straight in. God of hunting, we are now looking for the whereabouts of Ravendia. Can't you grasp Leavendia's situation from the weapon you gave him?

There was a change in the look on the face of the Hunting God. The white tooth mouth was the only expression I could peep at, but the grin that was floating there disappeared and it looked serious.

"He's a mess right now. Demon (d) Prisoner Waretail"