Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

"I don't know if the day will come to hold this sword again..."

When the morning sun began to show its face, we were ready to leave, having finished our dormancy.

Even so, I only had to do it to the point of getting hairy, and soon I was free to see Zenobia's work.

Xenovia opens the case of iron she placed on the river plain and assembles what was inside.

Peeping in from behind, huge sword fillings and long patterns fit in both hands.

I guess it was stored in splits.

If you include even the grip you just connected, it's almost the same length as Zenobia's height.

The tip of the sword swells round and wide, with sub-standard width and thickness.

It was a ridiculously sized weapon, like forging a huge chunk of iron straight into the shape of a sword.

Who can shake something like this?

"It was handed down from generation to generation by my Leonheart family and is a demon sword. The name is" Dragon Slaughter Broken "and" Dragon Bain ". My ancestor, Georg, the god of war, has slaughtered the evil dragon with this."

The full body is dos black, heavy, and there are a number of hives running like blood vessels.

When they told me they were cursed for sucking the blood of evil dragons, there was such a disastrous awesomeness that they were likely to believe it.

"This sword is perfect for this crusade. I don't know if I, the dragon killer's descendant, will go to dragon extermination as well. Is this also the thought of the god of war?"

"Wow, wow. (No! Xenovia?! Because the purpose is not a crusade!? You're just going to sneak up on the dragon zero grass! This mission is a sneaking mission!

When I bark in a hurry, Xenovia clings up the end of her mouth a little.

"It's a joke. But if you find it, you have to assume."

Make sure there is no rattling on the connections, and Zenobia makes the tool a case.

Again, I didn't think it was the size that humans could have.

My concern is that Xenovia let me lift such a big, stupid sword.

"Wahoo?! (Fa?!

It doesn't feel like gu gu, it feels like fu.

"Wahoo (how can you hold it so light?! That's crazy. That's crazy! The laws of physics! The laws of physics are disturbing!

Like a stick made of wood or something, Zenobia is lifting the sword gently and making sure she grips.

"I don't know, it's heavy. My body is blunt."

"Wow (on top of not looking heavy at all, I'm waving a boom at my leisure, but this guy?!

Wind pressure occurs every time Zenobia wields her sword, and even the heavy stones of the river plains begin to shake.

The speed of bareback increases to the point of shaking, and its sword wind is like a tornado.

"That day I stopped being an adventurer and was to be looked after at the Falks mansion. I was gonna throw this sword away."

Why didn't you just throw it away?

This is such a mess, I wish you would have just discarded it.

"But I couldn't do it. Sometimes it's a family heirloom, but I guess I had a feeling this time would come."

Zenobia-chan's sword dance goes to the good realm, with no slight disturbance, and the great sword rests perfectly.

Later, the broken air became windy and blew around.

This sword sucks.

It's nothing like the fake thing that's ever been poked and broken.

A real, demon-killing weapon.

And Zenobia, who can shake this incredibly heavy weapon, sucks even worse.

If they hit a chunk of iron like this at such a speed, any demon would be a piece of wood dust.

"Hmm..."

Zenobia with the sword on her back belt is staring down at me.

"Wow, wow (hey, why are you staring at me? Are you kidding me?! Are you going to try it out?!

That's not gonna happen, you!

Die!

If you get knocked into the brain like that, you'll die in a boulder!

"... let's go. I don't know where I'm going. You're counting on me."

"Wah, wah (yes, yes mum!

My worries seemed worrying.

Xenovia stared at me and then turned her heel back.

Good.

I thought they would kill me in the front seat of the dragon exorcism.

I was grateful for my life, and I was leading Zenobia in the wrong direction again.

† † †

As we continued to rely on the sound of the waterfall for a while, we found our destination.

From the high cliffs, the Great Falls flow with a tremendous amount of water.

Even though it's still far away, it's enough for a foggy blister to hit my face.

The feel of the ground coming from the back of my feet also feels the softness of the jiggly moss.

When I get caught off guard, the humidity in my throat is likely to tear me apart.

Some of the waterfalls must also be flowing in that river plain where we were resting.

"Wow (Talking about Gallo, they have a dragon habitat on the back of the waterfall)"

If we go from side to side, we're going to be able to get around to the back of the waterfall.

We rushed ahead, paying attention to the wet, slippery rock.

As the waterfall approached me, the sound of the water grew so loud that my tympanic membrane seemed to tear.

Turn to the back of the waterfall while keeping your body in the rock wall to avoid getting caught in the water stream.

"In this..."

Blistering and wet hair, Xenovia snapped.

Behind us, there was a waterfall that drifted off at a tremendous rate, and at the front, there was an entrance to a large cave.

When I say it's early summer, cold air blows from the inside out.

"Let's go."

"Wow. (Zenobia, you know what I mean? When you find the grass, you run off with a dash, huh? Avoid unlimited combat!

In the worst case scenario, just protect my life.

Ouch!

"Look, go quickly. What if you don't lead the way?"

"Kun (oh, I knew I was the one before...)"

If you run into a dragon, you'll get away with it.

Nice to meet you there, Xenovia.

† † †

"That's huge..."

The more the crushed voice "Obsessed," the wider the cave was.

I wonder if the ceiling with the stalactites hanging is higher than the roof of your mansion.

How big the hell is a dragon living in such a large space?

I proceed through the cave frightened by the presence of the dragon, but so far I feel no sign of it.

My nose doesn't catch anything odorous, either.

I just said there's no danger, but I don't see any results either.

Worst of all, the pattern is that the dragon legend is a lie and there is no dragon zero grass growing here.

In that case, we would have trampled on total waste.

I don't want to run into dragons, but I need you to stay here.

I happen to be out and it would be great if I were away.

As soon as I only took the grass, I said hey.

"Dragon. Where are you hiding?"

Xenovia holds the pattern of the sword in the way they are attached.

"Wahoo?! (Xenovia?! Different, right?!

Why did you fight? Is that so, this guy?!

Our purpose is grass, not war, right?!

I don't care, I keep walking towards the back of the cave.

The cave is as dark as the night forest, but it's none of our business at night.

Continuing in the dark, I saw something glowing blurry behind the cave.

"Wahoo (maybe, isn't that it?!

It also smells as sweet as flowers.

I ran to be led by the lights and the smell.

Along the way, the road seemed second-hand divided, but I choose the one that shines without hesitation.

"Wait, don't panic"

I reached under the lights with Zenobia, who followed me a little late.

"This is...!

"Wow (Shh, shh, shh, shh!

Its cavity, which was at an end, was flooded with green phosphorescence.

Plants like Suzuran grow densely in the cavity.

The stems and leaves are transparent, and each and every flower that hangs lightly emits light.

It looks more like a craft made of glass than a plant.

Fantastic sights blinded us.

"This is dragon zero grass, or...?

"Wahoo... (Probably...)"

I didn't grow anything other than this that looks like a plant, and it would be definite with this guy.

I don't know how much I need it, but I packed it in as much as I could in the bag that Xenovia brought.

"Okay, if this is all we have..."

"Wow (when you're done with it, it's Tonzla!

Instead of food, Zenobia stands up with a bag breaded with dragon zero grass on her shoulder.

I don't need to stay here long anymore.

Hurry up and get it to Hecarte and get Lady Mary to make her medicine.

Leaving the cavity where the dragon zero grass was growing, we rush back down the path we came from.

And we met.

Far beyond imagination, to the giant Ethereal Dragon Blue Dragon.

"GROOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

A low roar of dragons shivers the cave.

Big.

It wasn't something.

Giant enough to rub his head against the high ceiling of the cave.

The scales covering the whole body glow dull as thick armor, and the limbs are rough as twisted trees.

Do you live thousands of years, the four horns that grow on your head were branched and portrayed with a crown-like complexity?

"GRRROOO......"

The breath becomes vapor and is exhaled.

A golden pupil ran vertically in his black eyes, staring down at us standing still.

To those inorganic eyes, I can't think of any emotions.

It was the gaze of the superior when even the roadside stone looked down.

Being an organism is too different.

"Wow!

I had a crisp face, stared at the dragon from the front, incontinent.

Jibba.