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"All right, you're all right"

Mr. Redgard just cut the rope on his wrist, followed by the rope on my hand and foot. Then also untie his own leg.

"Damn, you can't do this. You can't just lock me in here."

"How do we get out of here?"

Me and Mr. Redgard checked into the house.

But when it comes to finding out, the floor, the walls and the ceiling are just so much made of gray stone. And the iron lattice is... red rust floating, but that's all. Naturally, it's not a substitute that you could bend or fold with your bare hands.

... but Mr. Redgard put his foot on the iron lattice and bent it.

"Hmm... Oh, no, this"

I guess, but I didn't say. I found out in the muscle movement that he was really trying to do everything he could to bend the iron lattice for real, and I don't want to do anything to make fun of that.

"Hmmm... I don't think I can break the lock. Not even in a way that could be ripped open with a knife..."

The iron lattice doors have locks like padlocks. It may be easier to break than an iron lattice, but still... um, it's metal. It's gonna be hard, I think.

"Even the key to this looks like we can get out of here.... Towgo, you, can't you get it out?

"I can't because I don't know the shape of the key. Mostly, there's no picture material."

And as for me, this didn't help either.

Keys, so much so that if they are not properly shaped, even if they are materialized, the keys won't fit and can't be used. And most importantly, there is no picture material on this occasion. I tried drawing a pencil with my fingers on the dusty floor, but I couldn't.

"Uh... well, you know, I need it... Damn it, evil no. I don't carry anything, either."

"Yeah."

Somehow, but he looks that type. Though somehow.

"Uh, you, oh, what does it take to paint something like that? I knew you were drawing with demon stone powder or something?

"Huh?"

And they say that abruptly, and I'm confused. I don't know, demon stone powder.

"See, most wizards activate magic through demonic stones. I use stones, too."

Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Redgard's "Summoner" comes out of the red stone, right? Really? Is that the Demon Stone?

... Well, maybe I didn't use that one, did I? So far, what I'm using as paint material is the pencil I brought from the original world and the soil, fruit juice and grass juice I've gotten since I came to this world... and then the paint I put out by materializing the paint paint, dashi.

"Yeah, normal paint...... I think... Like nut juice, but I can do it."

"Nut juice? Is that a special guy?

"I don't know. Oh, and I even made edamame out of leaves."

"Leaf?

Hmmm...... maybe what's in that forest is weird from what, and I don't know.

"Oh well... I thought I was using some special mon. I thought they were using unicorn horns, pegasus feathers, materials from creatures with a lot of magic like that, and then they were crushing demon stones and painting them."

"Maybe that doesn't matter"

"When that happens... what the hell is your magic?

I wonder what it is. Yeah, I want to know too...

So far our escape has stopped to the point where we cut off the restraints on our hands and feet. Well, you can't help it, can you? Normally, humans can't move out of stone and iron plaid stores. I mean, if you can move, there's no point in being a barista. Yeah.

"Hmmm...... then all you have to do is the magic I use later? Oh, you, other than the guy in the picture, magic, can you use it?

"I don't know. Because I've never done it."

"Yeah......?

And here I am useless. [M] Yeah, I'm sorry. But I still don't know what magic is in the first place.

If this were to happen, you should have looked into it more closely. I regret it.

"You've never done anything else with such weird magic. And elementary magic? Have you ever done a magic test?

"... I don't know"

I never came out of the woods like that. Birds and horses don't say that. I can't help what I don't know.

"Well, um, I knew you were a weird one..."

"Yeah."

It's a weird one to admit to both of us. But there are a lot of weirder ones than me, and I think anything's probably around me. With you.

"... well, no. I can't help it. Then I'll do something about it, but you do your best. I'm not proud of you, but I'm not strong."

With that said, Mr. Redgard... out of his hand, fireballs about the size of his fist.

... magic, maybe the first time I've seen it in this world.

No, the painting has materialized before, the horse flew through the sky, and a snake made of water was attacking me, but still, this kind of thing is, after all, something different.

The flames burning over Mr. Redgard's hands were amazing, beautiful.

Flames are so beautiful. Sometimes it turns red orange and yellow. Shake it, the shape isn't constant. Sometimes things like flame shards flutter up and disappear along the way. I never get tired of watching.

And most importantly, I like that light. When the fire burns in these dark places, the orange light spreads all over the room and the shadows shake as the flames swing. It's warm, relaxing, calming, invigorating, that kind of thing. That's great.

"... you, don't look so much. You're embarrassed."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

I looked a little awkward on Mr. Redgard because I was watching him a lot. But, yeah, I want to watch some more. Though it seems difficult to draw this... yeah. One day, I want to draw this right.

The fireballs Mr. Redgard put out, fluffy, rose up, gently walked out in front of the door...... so I started heating the locks.

"... what are you doing?

"I'm about to melt. No, if I were a little stronger, I'd have broken the stone wall and got out, but come on... think realistically, you can't."

Yeah. Hitting this fireball probably won't break the stone wall.

"So I thought I'd try to attack where it seems most likely."

Suitable for reason.

... but the temperature at which the iron melts wasn't more than 1000 degrees. Will this fire suffice?

"After that... this one is for calculating the corners of unicorns that you don't get, though. I've been thinking a little bit."

But Mr. Redgard seems to have something on his mind. Yeah, well, I'll do what I can.

That said, I couldn't stand a great operation to open this place without the painting material, so I decided to check the floors and walls in the tunnel.... I was wondering if there were any loose ends or loose ends somewhere.

Carefully pay for the dirt and dust on the floor and look at the gap between stone and stone one at a time. But as much as I found the corners of the stone missing, I found nothing later. Well, you don't keep people locked up in jails where there's a way out...

It would have been helpful if the stones on the floor and walls could have been removed or pulled out. No, the stone here, one at a time, is too big, though I might not be able to move it.

Still, I was looking at the floor and the wall wondering if anything was there. Mr. Redgard kept adding fireballs to his locker.

... That was the time.

Gigigi, and the sound of a wooden door snarling, is heard.... and.

"... hmm? What? There's light."

"Hey, no way those guys woke up..."

I heard people talking.

Following that, I hear footsteps.

... What shall I do? Somebody, come on.

I don't know what to do, I thought. Should I pretend I'm tied up? Or should I reopen it?

While I was lost, Mr. Redgard was probably just as lost. And... he acted faster.

When he could pull in the fireball that was burning the key, he jumped it onto the floor of the chamber and burned it to the rope that had fallen. The point is that the rope that was tying our hands and feet wasn't cut with a knife, but was shaped like burning some of it down.

"Hide it."

Furthermore, Mr. Redgard whispers so and pulls the hem of my shirt out on his own, then stabs a knife between my back side, my trouser belt and my back to hide it. For a moment, my spine hits me, but I can't even say so.

"Hey, you guys, what are you doing!

... In front of the barn, two people were coming.

As soon as that happened, Mr. Redgard moved.

Slowly approach the iron lattice, then spread your hands open to make them look flickering.

"Trouble... you lost the rope"

"Oops. No evil. Looks like he tied me around the corner, but the rope made me burn this way. If you wanted to tie it up, you could have some decent shackles. Or what, you guys don't have enough money?

Throwing provocative words, Mr. Redgard stares at the people across the iron lattice.

"So? What can I do for you? You finally ready to get us out of here?

"Oh, yeah. I have to ask Temeer something. I was supposed to have the information thrown up before I killed him. I'm ready upstairs."

... one of the people across the iron lattice moves something in its hand to show it.

That's... pench, like. That's what it was.

... what do you use that tool for? What the hell are you going to do? He said he was ready upstairs. He said he'd have the information thrown up before he killed him.... the more I think about it, the more I can just imagine it.

Could I have been sweet? [M] I wasn't thinking about what would happen when I couldn't get out of here.

"Oh well. I don't know if you're willing to let me out. At last, it's very common for me to be satisfied with the five bodies and return them, right?

"Are you freaking out? Pathetic. The boulder, the incompetent nobleman, is different."

A laugh echoes across the iron lattice. Mr. Redgard, too, chuckled (not did it the usual way) to respond to it...... and waited very long for the iron lattice to be unlocked.

And. One of the people outside the cabin, bent down, touched the lock with one hand and the other hand...

Ju, and.

"Hot!?

A moment late, screaming.... right. I accidentally touched the lock that had been heated the whole time, so I burned it.

From the burned man's hand, Charin, and the key fall to the floor. At the same time, the other two found themselves murdered.

"What the... whoops!?

But immediately followed by two fireballs, each flying to its own people.... of the two people in the barn, face to face.

I'm sorry I got hit in the face by a boulder, and it's not just that, both of you, I hold my eyes and scream.

"... bastard!

And the first person to burn him with a lock hit him over an iron lattice.

... but before that arm reaches Mr. Redgard. Mr. Redgard cleverly poked his long leg out of the iron lattice and kicked it to poke the person's dovetail.

"Come on! It's the key!

In front of three people squatting outside the barn, Mr. Redgard reached out from the gap in the iron lattice to pick up the key.

"Wait, Togo. I'll open it in a minute!

"Uh, ah, burns"

He's not a problem.

Mr. Redgard laughed... nothing happened, touched the lock, plugged in the key, and unlocked it.

… the door of the chamber opens.

"They call me incompetent. Somewhat tough on fire.... So let's go, Togo! Escape!"

Mr. Redgard looked back at me and laughed.

... that was then.

Something transparent flew in, I think.

Something transparent about it... slashed and tore off the flank of Mr. Redgard, who had just left the cabin.

Eh, and a blood splash flies. When I saw it, what I remembered was when Tenma was chopped off her feathers. Even then, it was bright red. There was zero blood, splash, bright red.

"Holy shit......!

Mr. Redgard said in return, he just flew a fireball, but shortly afterwards, now a clear serpent strikes and bites Mr. Redgard.

"Mr. Redgard!

There is no reply to the voices that have grown up. Bitten by a serpent, Mr. Redgard was lifted to near the ceiling, just relaxing.

"Absolutely, you seem to have ravaged me for a long time. He wants to be hurt too much."

There comes footsteps and people's voices.... It's called the water serpent, it's called the voice of this guy, it's called the way he wore the hood of the guy who showed up deep in his eyes, I remember. The first thing that caught me was this guy and this snake.

"And, meh..."

Mr. Redgard stares at the man who has come to his feet. But the Hood guy just giggled at it.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill him yet.... and then I'll ask you to kill me."

That's what the Hood guy said... and he looked at me.

When he looked at me, who was still at the door, he laughed again.

"You don't have to look like that. I won't kill you either. Apparently, you can use it. I thought you were cute.... Of course, if you're a big man, we're talking about"

That's what I said in my sweet voice...... then, with a voice that changed cold and low all at once, I went on like this.

"If you don't want to feel painful, just make yourself comfortable there"

In addition, the locker was locked.

Footsteps and the sound of serpents crawling away. And finally, there was the sound of the Gigi, and the wooden door snarling, and then, Batan, and the door closing, and so on.

... quieted down.

It's unrealistic. I don't know what happened.

But this is reality. Mr. Redgard's blood on the floor proves what happened here.

He was badly injured. And they took him as he was. Absolutely bad things are happening. Something definitely shouldn't be happening, maybe.

... What should I do?

I want to do something, but I can't think of any way to do it. What I see in my sight is blood red, but it's white all over my head.

I'm afraid of everything. I'm afraid of something that might be happening to Mr. Redgard right now. I'm scared, but I can't stop thinking.

I don't know. What do I do? How can we flip all of this irresistible worst? I want to decide it wasn't all there. I want to make a decision that I didn't, but to make it, I'm missing everything.

'If you don't want to feel painful, make yourself comfortable there'. A low, cold voice, a wooden spirit in the back of my ear.

Scary. 'Painful thoughts' are scary. Absolutely not. Though!

...... but.

Because I want to flip it all conveniently.

Because I want to do something that can't be helped.

Because even a single shard is possible.

Because you are free to dream.

In this world, I'm sure, because it will be forgiven.

"I will not stop drawing, even if I die."

Because that's what I am.

The canvas is on this floor. The brush is my finger. The paint... blood is fine.

Start drawing the blood of Mr. Zero Redgard for your fingers.

It's already decided what to draw.

A dragon.

Draw a dragon. Blood colored dragon.

In the colour of blood, in the colour of flames...... of Mr. Redgard's colour. Scarlet. Draw dragons like that.

Slip wet fingers with blood on a grey stone floor. Blood extends and becomes a line. Light and dark on the plundered part. That brings us together to create a big dragon figure.

For your information, the crest of Mr. Redgard's house that you just showed me. The dragon figure that was there.

Then the 'dragon' figure in my imagination and then, horses.

Joint of a four-legged creature. Body. Muscles and bones beneath the skin. Draw a red dragon using all the knowledge and all the imagination in me.

I have wings because I'm a dragon. It has scales and sharp fangs. There's a horn, a long tail, and then, like it was on the crest, he's holding a blown flame.

Disappointing skeleton. The supple shape of the body.... Oh, yeah. I'm sure it would be so beautiful if it flew through the sky. It would be beautiful to see red in the blue sky. Might be perfect for a sunset sky. When flying on a rainy night, I'm sure it brightens the sky with flames out.

Assemble that image more and more in your head, reflecting it on the floor.

"Ah..."

But I ran out of blood along the way. I've already spent almost everything I had fallen on the floor.

But no problem. Not enough paint? Then you can let it out! The red paint is in my body!

Let me use the knife Mr. Redgard left me with. If you slip the knife blade thoughtfully inside your left arm, after a hot sore, red paint will overflow.

I used it quickly and began to paint more.

The pain did not disturb me. Something much bigger than the pain was pounding me.

That was probably a rush, and a fear.

But more than that, it was ideal, it was possible, it was hope... it was still an unnamed urge.

I have to draw. If I don't draw, I'm sure I'll be scared.

I have to draw. Maybe we can turn this situation upside down.

I have to draw. I live for it.

"... fun!

Fun. Painting is fun.

I was laughing when I realized it.

Laughing, make enough red paint and rub it against the floor with your fingers.

The dragon is completing. The dragon that's only in my head is coming to this world.

Last.

I took the last drop of Mr. Redgard's blood and drew out the dragon's pupil.

As soon as I drew it off, my strength fell off my body at once, and I fell on the floor.

Because I've been concentrating, or my heart is crazy. There's something wrong with breathing. My eyes are tiny.

My fingertips cut cold, and I tremble. Cold.... yet sweaty.

I tried to take it by hand so that I wouldn't sweat at the painting I just painted around the corner... I noticed.

There are no pictures on the floor.

In an instant, my vision brightened.

Awesome sound. And falling stone fragments. The light that illuminates them is the color of the flames.

Over my head when I fell, I roared. The flame that was thrown up illuminates the area.

... the eyes that look up at me are the color of red, warm blood everywhere.

Breaking through the ceiling. The sky I looked up to was pitch black.

And beneath the pitch-black sky, spreading wings, roaring into the sky, and spewing flames brighter than the moon... a scarlet dragon was here.

The dragon was staring at me. I couldn't move my body, so I just moved my eyes and looked up at the dragon.

... The dragon bowed down and put his face closer to me. Every piece of the scale that covers that face, every big mouth, every fang that can be seen from that gap, above all, has a sharp eye that can be directed at me. It's all so beautiful.

"... Welcome"

The dragon who heard my voice looked at me a little strangely... and gave me a bright red tongue, pepper, and licked my cheek. Tickle.

You can hear people noise far from the other side of the dragon. Suddenly a big dragon appeared, so you must be surprised. Think about it, it's a little fun.

"Hey, over there, the voice. There's someone I need your help with. of colors like yours..."

I put it in my mouth like that staring into the eyes of a nearby dragon, and the dragon blinked as if to say 'I know'... the next moment, it flew away.

Shortly after the dragon flew away, a great wind rolled up and I closed my eyes.

Then when the wind subsided and I opened my eyes again... the dragon, a little far above, was spewing flames towards the water serpent.

... I'm sure you'll be fine with this.

As soon as I think about it, don't worry...... more and more power is coming out of my body. But it was a pleasant weakness. It's done, full of accomplishments, and then, fun.

"... fun, hey"

After all, painting is fun.

I closed my eyes thinking so. [M]