The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

... I woke up blurred. I also felt like I was dreaming, but I couldn't remember anything when I tried to remember.

If I opened my eyes instead, what was there was an unfamiliar landscape.

Floors and walls made of dark gray stone. Try hitting the stirrups and the ceiling is stone too. Then... the wall in the opposite direction to the one I was facing in the beginning is an iron lattice. And he's falling on the side of the iron lattice, Mr. Redgard.

... remembering once and for all before I fell asleep, I decided to move and rejected it and couldn't move. I think the teacher said that when the will overflows all at once, my head gets confused and I can't move aggressively.

In the end, then two breaths. I finally start to move my body.

My hands and feet don't move well, apparently because they're tied up. They had tied wrists and ankles respectively.

I had no choice, so I hit and rolled over and proceeded to Mr. Redgard's side.

Every time I rolled down the floor, the dust on the floor touched my body. But I can't care less about that. Not if you care about the cold on the floor.

"... Mr. Redgard"

I'll finally get to Mr. Redgard's side and try to speak up, but I don't hear back from him.

"Mr. Redgard."

Calling it again, I'll try to shake it up. I can't use my hands, so I'm sorry, but I got kicked in the leg a little bit with my leg. It's enough to poke a little.

"Ugh..."

Then Mr. Redgard groaned, then moved out... and turned to me.

"... togo? Are you okay?"

"Maybe."

Mr. Redgard seemed to be falling asleep, but blinked a few unopened eyes, then shook his neck loose and finally got up. Look at that. I try my best to wake up.... Waking up without using my hands was a bit hard, like abs exercise.

"What... damn, where am I?

"I don't know."

Mr. Redgard looked around and said, "You're a bartender." Yeah, I know that, too. To boulders.

"Damn, those bastards... 'Cause I won't forgive you"

With a groaning, crawling voice at the bottom of the ground saying so, Mr. Redgard stared out of the barn, across the iron lattice... and there was nobody there and nothing there. Towards there, he eventually sighed loudly.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Togo. I got you involved in my mess."

"Yeah, well, I can't help it"

The first voice that followed was an apology to me, so somehow, he's a really good guy, this guy.

"Fine. You'd be one of those people, the poachers, anyway. Then it's hard for me to say it's irrelevant."

"That being said, I'm not supposed to get caught up in this..."

Since Mr. Redgard was about to continue apologizing, I block his words and ask.

"But I'm involved. That's why I want you to tell me. This, what's the situation?

In the meantime, check the situation. You're just sleeping on the stone floor, and things don't get better.

"... maybe you're right about me and you coming in here. My fellow poachers... they were 'buying' Pegasus and Unicorn materials."

Oh, the people who used testimony to make potatoes.

"I did quite a bit of that on the 'buy' side when I stuck the poachers together, but that's what they didn't like about the people on the black market. I'm getting resentful."

Common story, I think. Yeah. From poachers and people on the black market, they wouldn't feel good about getting themselves caught.

"So they've been after me the last few days."

Oh, yeah, I was. That was... tough.

Good day, staring at Mr. Redgard with the meaning, he looked awkward...... then said as thoughtfully.

"As they might have said... you know, me? If it's raining, we can't fight it. So when I saw it was going to rain, I let you get away with it. I didn't expect you to follow me all the way to the woods... but as a result, I got you involved. I'm really, really sorry."

Then Mr. Redgard told me about his abilities.

"It's me, I can't use magic that much, and I can't do swordsmanship.... It's 'incompetence'. They're right."

That is what Mr Redgard said first. I don't think so, but maybe he thinks of himself as' incompetent '. That was the voice.

"So... I bought it for money. Ability. Remember my ear decorations, my bracelet, my brooch? That's my weapon. They have sent there a summoner."

"The Summoner?

"Oh. Four fire sperms. Each has two wolf shapes and two bird shapes."

The essence of fire......? No, I can't imagine at all. I want you to show me when you leave here.

Nevertheless, the sperm of fire in the form of wolves, and the sperm of fire in the form of birds,?... Ah.

"... Could it be that when you came into the woods, you were on it?

"Ha. That's a good guess. Yeah. That's the thing. If it's in the woods, it comes on a wolf. It's a bird out there."

Cheng Cheng. So, a one-way, half-day road, in an hour.... you mean it's so fast, right? Um, I'm a little scared, but I still want to see it.

"... just because those guys, they're made of fire. We can't use it on rainy days."

"You're gonna disappear."

I'm not sure what the fire sperm looks like, but, well, maybe, it's fire. Then it would be pathetic to let it out in the rain.

"Oops. So if I could, it wasn't fire. I wanted to use the Summoner... I didn't have the talent to use it, except for the Summoner of Fire."

I wonder if Mr. Redgard is there, mocking himself. That's what I looked like.

"I can't use decent magic on my own, so I buy my abilities with gold, and I can't even use that. You're pathetic."

"That's not true"

I don't think so. From what I can tell, it's pretty amazing that there's a fire essence in the gem, and you can use the fire essence.

But I guess that's not how Mr. Redgard feels. So whatever I say, it won't help him.

I mean, I know that. Somewhat.

"... the Redgards. For generations, they were a family of demons. Your ancestors used the Red Dragon to fight."

Then Mr. Redgard said so to change the subject, and then he showed me the crest on the belt buckle.

"Look. You're in the family crest. Dragon."

"... Dragon"

The crest is apparently the family crest of Mr. Redgard's house. And there was the figure of a dragon holding a flame.

"You're cool."

"Yeah."

do it, and he smiles at me and nods honestly. This is cool. I like the way you draw dragons. It's a crest, so the design is fairly deformed, but it's still a proper dragon, and it's a proper flame. Fine. It's not like a simple painting, but I want to study design once.

"I'm a dragon, too. Just give it a try."

That's what Mr. Redgard said, he had a slightly distant eye.

"I hear the Red Dragon is already extinct. But a regular dragon would still be there, so the chances are not zero.... Well, I don't even think it's gonna happen because it's not zero."

His eyes shade a little.

"My father and brother can use a summoner other than fire, but not a dragon. So if I..."

Gyu, and his eyes are closed.

"... my desire for a dragon that only fire summoners can use is too high."

... In the end, it was only a matter of seconds before his eyes were closed.

"But if you just imagine, it's for free!

That's what Mr. Redgard laughs at. Live your dreams properly in those eyes.

"... yeah"

That's right. That's right. It's free if you can just imagine.

Whatever dream you had, it's free. Whatever you can't do, whatever you're not serious about doing, it's fine. Because you are free to dream.

Yeah. To dream, because you're free.

... so I paint, too.

"Okay. So now you know what's going on?

"Well, roughly."

Listening to Mr. Redgard, as a matter of fact, I understand the circumstances.

The point is, the people on the black market who were connected to poachers have resented and tried to harm Mr. Redgard. Ok.

"I'm sorry you've been hiding so much. Something I got involved in.... but I'll definitely let you get away with it. Don't apologize for that."

Apologies and nothing, I don't care about that. The bad news is the poachers and the people on the black market, and Mr. Redgard isn't bad enough. Because I got involved, and if they kept poaching, I'm sure they would've gotten involved somewhere someday.

... That's how I thought, but you saw my face at the time and thought I was worried. Mr. Redgard laughed at me.

"It's okay! We'll figure it out! I don't want to do anything to avenge my gratitude."

"Something..."

Um, nothing, I'm not even resenting Mr. Redgard, and I don't want an apology separate, but apart from that, I'm worried you can 'figure out' this situation. 'Cause hands and feet, they're tied.

... but Mr. Redgard was a boulder.

"... so first, hands and feet, I guess I'll do something about it"

With that said, it starts to move in the first place.

"Those guys lick too much. Ha. Look at that."

And then I took out the phrase I had in the first place, the boot, the glittering and brilliant one.

It's a knife.

Ooh.

... Hide it in that place, feet, don't you cut it? You all right, buddy?