The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

It was too soon.

At the point of whether his fingertips had touched him already, I think Liot had been taken over.

I was so confident, I wanted him to endure at least ten seconds. Otherwise, I won't be killed from now on.

"Hyahahaha! Kushibrini, dragonno blood drink merze!

"Oh no! But I don't want to die here! Please, get back to your sanity!

Gatin, and.

The murder blade that Liot shook down was blocked along the way.

The spirits who slipped in stopped the blade that swung down to my neck with their teeth.

"Ah? Nanda, Kono Jr. Sainoha......"

"Fuhikake fu"

Mr. Spirit is saying something as he continues to remove white feathers with his teeth.

Probably, 'I'll be home safe'. I'm still trying to keep Shayna's words to herself.

However, in Mr. Spirit's small body, there was a limit to impending imminence.

Liot wasn't much of a physique either, but was it reinforced by the curse of the sword, whose arm appeared to be vastly out of the realm of the coarse child.

As the blade is pushed in, Mr. Spirit gradually breaks his knee and the tip of the sword touches the skin of my neck.

"Shh, Mr. Spirit! I'm done! If you stay like this, even your Lord will slaughter you!

"Yes."

"Wow, I knew you'd give me a minute! Don't hesitate to admit it!

Mr. Spirit's attitude was a complete business rike.

They just do it because they say so, and they don't have feelings for me or anything like that.

The blade finally touched my neck due to the effect of the blade being released for a moment.

Slightly, it stings and drips a muscle of blood.

"Ugh... not anymore... Now it's time, Mr. Spirit, to see the fit and run away. Yeah... I'm ready."

"Yes."

It was too soon around the time. Lightly Mr. Spirit let go of his mouth and moved himself to the side of the blade track.

Now my neck shall be cut off, and I shall be finished.

- It should have been.

The blade that was supposed to strike at the moment the Spirit escaped didn't come down for long.

Liot is frozen and solidified as he touches my neck.

"No way. You finally broke the curse of your sword here? Lord Liot, wow."

"... unsavory"

Yes?

The only thing that reached my ear that I expected for a moment was the voice of a still tall liot, although it was somewhat toned down.

"Yep... what is it? No wars...... The blood of a dragon for a long time. If you think about it, what is it? Normally creepy......"

"Uh, Lord? Mr. Curse Sword?

"Argh... I got a minute. Here, lizard flavor dawa...... Not a dragon. deception leta...... cruel looking scam......"

Liot, who was being admirably taken over, laid down on my back in disloyalty.

"Mr. Sword? Yeah, you mean you're gonna miss me. Yeah?

"Of con mo, eat luca. Argh...... yarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Cuttarui."

"It's a much more annoying sword of curse."

From here it is clear that the tension is down.

Still, as I watched as I thought it was the first thing to be poorly stimulated, I finally began to move from infidelity to a full-scale nap.

When my sleep started to grow bigger like a step ahead of Ibiki...

"... Ok, we won! I'm conscious even if I hold the sword! I won the curse!

Liot is awake.

You may be more right to have it conceded than to have won a consciousness battle.

"Ha. But why am I falling asleep? Did they just take over for a second...?

"It wasn't for a moment, was it? You lost so perfectly, didn't you? First, get your hands off that sword quickly because it's dangerous. I don't know when they'll take over again."

With my advice, Liot reluctantly put his sword around the belt cloth.

I have appeased myself to the avoidance of the crisis, and I cordially and politely say that the present attempts have failed to prevent recurrence.

"Okay? Your Lord has taken over perfectly and I've been slashed in the neck. If my blood didn't taste bad, it would be completely over..."

"I see."

Liot nods mysteriously.

"That's where Leavendia is. That's a lot of poison in your blood, isn't it? Enough to disable the curse sword. I can't believe you're hiding that power even if it weakens..."

"It's a matter of taste. It's not poison or anything, it's simply unsavory, I guess."

My bragging point is that not many mosquitoes come by even in the summer.

I guess it never tastes good.

"Did that mean that this sword, the poison, died? I'm still intimidated..."

"That's why I'm alive. Don't put new sins on me."

"A?

A sword twisted in a bandage cloth suddenly spoke.

Me and Liot peel their eyes and shake their bodies in agitation.

"Can you speak alone, Lord?

"In front of us."

"You've always been a normal sword until you took me over!

"Talk creepy sword nad no one would grip a run ga. Common sense (d) thoughts (b). Boke-domo."

"Oh, yes... right"

Me and Liot will be honored when they say something very serious.

"Argh...... Tarui. Dragon blood. Drink, Nee. Nee... Son of a..."

"Hey, you want that much dragon blood?

Suddenly Liot spoke to the sword.

"Ah. Rarely do you like me, Lana..."

"I have a dragon I know. If you help us, I'll ask him to share the blood. He's got a big figure, so you can have a bucket or two."

"Howe?"

The cursed sword showed considerable devouring.

"Liar, Ja. Na? It's not garbage-like blood on Saki Mitai, Na?

"Maybe he doesn't have poison or anything. The city adventurers are always after the material, but I don't think he said anything about detoxification."

"Poison? I don't know what you're talking about. Ga - Kid. Sure, the smell of your clothes cara dragon is sultry..."

I kept my eyes round in amazement.

I didn't know Liot had a dragon acquaintance. Where the hell did we meet when dragons are not what they are?

Besides, I didn't know you were close enough to share the blood - I just hope that the dragon doesn't come after me with Liot.

Liot and the sword of the curse used to talk a lot about the amount of blood in the dragon of rewards in bucket conversions.

And Liot shook the pattern all the way to the handshake of a negotiated compromise.

"Yi Da Lu. My power, the guy who fully uses it..."

"Whoa! I'm so grateful!

Incidentally, during this negotiation, Mr. Shabby Spirit was playing up and down my horn.