Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

As this one noticed, the big carriage looked good from the other side.

From the inside of the wall, the twist rises one after the other.

It gradually grows larger and sounds so loud that the carriage with the dragon rocks the ground as it approaches.

In an overly enthusiastic reaction, Tor, sitting on your podium, looked unexpectedly at the neighbors Sora and Garud.

The young groups of Sisan and Rickals also rush to stick their faces out as they open the carriage door.

And the number of people stuffed gave me a surprising look mixed with confusion.

By contrast, Moo across the dragon and the three brothers sitting on the carrier are waving their hands wide as they scream back.

To that appearance of not being afraid at all, Thor lifted the edge of his lips small.

A few minutes later, a wagon loaded with the carcasses of a giant monster arrived in front of the outer gate.

The gatekeepers are spreading their hands and desperately stopping them, but the crowd is still fussing so much that it's going to overflow outside the city.

If we keep going into the city, we're going to get a huge welcome.

Unfortunately, the loaded dragon seems too big to go through the gate first.

The carriage changed direction because there was no choice and proceeded along the outer wall.

Tor's carriage follows suit.

Along the way, the carriage arrives at the main entrance on the opposite side, with the enthusiastic cheers of the guards from the top of the wall several times.

This one is built for a large number of people to come and go, or it has a wide width and high ceilings.

It was supposed to get crowded at dusk, but it looks like we already got word.

The gate was wide open and the crowd of people was properly divided left and right for easy passage through.

The carriages march in the middle of it with dignity.

Sora cheeked happily at the look of the people looking at this one with her eyes and mouth wide open.

Thor and I finally got inside the city, but the crowd was still waiting for the dragon there.

With roaring cheers, the carriage is occasionally surrounded by excited face-to-face people.

As he was escorted by a rushed guard, the lead carriage slowly proceeded towards the center of the city.

Elsewhere in Garud struggling to manage the restless horses, the shining sisans waved around at those who rode themselves out and walked side by side.

Eventually, Tor and the others board a carriage to the Grand Square, surrounded by a cry.

Have you been prepared here yet? In the center is a large bamboo, and in the back there is a high altar.

There is also an impromptu (kamadu) lined with stone piles, and there is also a pile of liquor barrel-like items.

Tor and the others, who went down the carriage to be hastened, were taken straight to the altar.

Naturally, there are familiar people waiting ahead.

Red eyes that burn on black skin.

Sakkow is the mayor of Bossaria.

The red-tailed man, who stared down at the Tors, let him snort only slightly.

A small shadow jumps over its waist.

"Nebu-suku's grandfather! Was it you?

"You look the same."

Sackow, with his arms extended, holds Moo up with one hand as he is.

And I moved forward flat as I let Petapeta and the child touch my face.

When the mayor of the city on the altar raised one arm, the noisy crowd became quiet as the waves pulled.

After a close look down at the discerning residents, Sackow opened his mouth in all likelihood.

"Gentlemen, this city has perished once."

Red eyes pass over the audience, as they try to react.

After a while, the mayor unleashed his words forcefully again.

"But it came back. By the hands of the brave heroes."

That voice, which passes low, is joined by one grunt after another indicating endorsement.

Moo, who was hugged, is also nodding, not sure.

Sackow continues his speech as he draws attention to it all.

"But we've just come back, and not all the distress in this city has been cleaned up. Especially the monsters flooding the neighborhood, many of whom would have had a deep fear of when they would push here again."

A sigh of relief, Sackow attracts the audience in a caged tone of power.

"One of those anxieties was removed today. Look, look at that lying, unbroken dragon!

The people who were holding their breath in that voice raised their voices no louder.

When the fierce sound of a lightning strike subsides, Sackow speaks in an even stronger tone as he glances down the square.

"Indeed, our foundations are still brittle. There are not many who guide us ahead and grieve. But how much sense does it make to hold and stop there?... Let's just say there are no shards. I was just waiting. What happens? Who gives a hand to those who give up? My only claim. If you want to survive, raise your face and move on. It is those who have given up their dying power who will make great things like these heroes."

"You mean Moo? Moo-hook, dawg, dawg, dawg, dawg, dawg, dawg."

The child, who laughed happily, proudly hoisted the bug basket.

To its adorable appearance, the people stuffed in the Great Square raised their voices of surprise.

"Let's say it again. This city perished once. But if we don't give up, it will come back many times. Equally evil beings have nothing to fear as long as there are immortal heroes!

A servant who was anticipating the timing quickly handed over the cup to Sakkow, who took a breath.

Soon, Tor and the others were handed the cup.

"The dragon that was threatening this city this evening is doomed. Then let's enjoy the winning wine today. To the victory of our city!

"Cheers!"

The feast began.

A fire is put into the fire, and the flames that rush through the heavens are kindled once in a while.

Someone slapped a drum and dancers in thin clothes danced out successively.

Officials with hooks begin to attach to the dragon's body and wield knives.

One cut of meat after another was placed in a pot that boiled over the clay, making a pleasant noise on the iron plate.

He also stabs a large chunk of meat on an iron skewer and cooks it carefully.

Liquor barrels are also broken one after the other, and bubble-filled jocks are handed to them visibly.

The smell of meat burning mixed with the aroma of alcohol, and the square was occasionally surrounded by a pleasant atmosphere.

Moo and Sola just became fatty meat, and Rickals also hit a thick piece of meat with a loss.

Sisan was told by several girls to ask Alessia for help, but she turned her back and apologized diligently.

The three brothers enjoy liquor, thanks to their dragon-killer titles, as they rarely bathe women next to each other.

Mixed with the demolition artisans, Diargo seems to be carefully removing the dragon's area.

Before that, a large audience surrounded Garoud, who spoke of jewelry battling a jock with one hand, and from time to time, he applauded loudly with dodgy excitement.

Thor and Yuryl look at the cup in their hands in the corner of the square as they enjoy the first glance.

Sakkow showed up there without a confession.

"You did a great job today."

"You're welcome. Looks like you could use some help."

"When it comes to buying dragons, will you come to the Bureau desk tomorrow? Let's keep the colors on."

As Thor nodded, Sackow came closer to his face and whispered.

"Is it the witch's turn next? I asked for my daughter."