While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

Walking for a while, houses line up on platforms that seem much more elevated than where my house is.

At the entrance, it said, "This is a Blue Dragon settlement" as it stood.

As you go along the likes of Main Street, there is a larger square in the center. So, I guess people get together. There are many stretches of radiation around the square.

Further back, there is also a building about a hundred steps up the stairs. That would be either a religious establishment or a fort. In Japan, it seems like a shrine or temple.

"Something human compared to a Red Dragon settlement, or no difference from a human settlement at all."

"Right. The Flattortes think about efficiency and live like humans. Especially since it doesn't have the benefit of boasting about what the dragon looks like. It's not like the Red Dragon Lovers."

"Why are you saying this way so badly?"

Lycra protested. I can see that.

"Flattorte, you don't sell fights openly like that. Yes, apologize."

"Ugh...... Master, it's like Nori..."

"Nori, but you're rude. So, if they say the Blue Dragon is stupid without looking over there, Flattorte will be pissed too, right?

"Ugh... I'm sorry..."

A light flat rute broke and I apologized to Lycra. Yeah, this kind of thing works out on the spot.

"But you're angry when you do."

Look, nobody's here. At least nobody on the boulevard.

"Isn't it locked indoors because it's cold..."

"Maybe that's true, too. But the lights aren't on at all, are they? It's getting dark."

Yes, we arrived at night, not day. And yet there is no light.

"Oh, you just didn't make it. They're all asleep now."

"What, are you asleep?

"Yes, the Blue Dragon, when it's getting dark, eats dinner gently and falls asleep right away. For example -"

Flattorte glanced inside, through the window of the appropriate house, as he turned to the back street. Manners violation or crime...... It looks like an empty nest underneath.

"Look, they're all asleep."

I looked inside the thin light and it's definitely in bed. One of them, in a small light, was reading a book.

"It's not that late yet... About six o'clock at night, I think..."

Lycra was confused. Though I certainly wouldn't stay up late, it's early......

In the meantime, my stomach rang ghoulishly.

"Hey, it's like a tavern that's open here at night, not even one?

"No, sir."

It was answered instantly.

Shit. It feels like nothing's left in the d countryside...

"There's nothing to do, and it's time for it to be completely dark, so why don't we go home and get some sleep"

"Sleeping means you're already sleeping with Flattorte's family too...? Do you sleep in that house before greeting...... I don't know..."

"Well, if I slept there too, the Red Dragon wouldn't be like stirring it up...?

That's what Lycra cares about.

He said he'd come home at the time his family was asleep and sleep on his own, miscellaneous homecoming (my made words. Miscellaneous homecoming)!

"I was wondering if it would be a good idea to stay at the inn, even if it cost me money... Sleeping in a house you don't know is stressful..."

That's what Lycra suggested. I guess I'd like that, too. You don't want to sleep, thinking about what their parents think.

"There's no inn either."

Later, Frattorte said.

"There's nothing there!

"No, 'cause it's not even here, in the middle of the street or anything. Travelers aren't coming, either. I don't need an inn."

It's worse than I imagined, here... Even in Frata Village, there was a lot going on.

"What kind of industry is it made of here?

"There's no industry, is there? When you need money, each time, you go to a human, you earn money from manual labor and you come back. And then you're hunting boars for mountain trips that aren't properly developed."

"Um, I think you guys should stop living the perfect life and live a little more culturally."

Lycra's remarks are also close to dis, but this is pretty much true......

"We have culture. Look, there's a shrine on the stairs, but I'll do a few festivals a year over there. It burns at the festival. I'm in an upbeat mood, so I'm gonna brawl and get hurt, but that's gonna burn -! I'd rather freeze it though!

Lycra was looking at Flattorte with white eyes.

I remember when the Blue Dragon attacked the Red Dragon.

Even then, all of a sudden, I came to raid, but, you know, is that what this is about?

This Blue Dragon lives on like a bad high school student!

I hear the Red Dragon's having a wedding. ⇒ It's annoying, so let's go raid.

I'm hungry. ⇒ Let's hunt boars.

I'm running out of money. ⇒ I'm gonna work a little bit.

There was a strong fight and I lost to him ⇒ Wow! Respect! I'll follow you for the rest of your life!

Let's have a festival ⇒ Whoa! It burns!

But if it was bad, wouldn't you sleep so early? That's different there. But it doesn't feel like you're doing a solid way of life. The concept of planniness is not here.

Normally, if I lived that way, it would be unscrupulous, but the high specs of the dragon would make it possible to maintain it.

"Dear Azsa, I know what you're saying, but I think I'll go out to the nearest town around here and stay at the inn there."

Lycra's expression is hard, so this, seriously.

"I guess I'll do the same...... Sleeping in people's homes from before greetings is a bit...... We'll come back tomorrow morning..."

"What!? Are you serious!?

In the end, we flew thirty minutes to the town of Fumoto, including Flattorte, where we stayed.