Hyaku Ma No Aruji

Elma had left the other demon kings behind and had been in the thought of herself forever.

I had turned my mind around just a few times, but it was almost frivolous.

Elma was beginning to realize that she was beginning to regret her actions.

- Because of me, and therefore to Mooseg...

Huge, irresistible worries.

I even had a grudge against myself for creating this situation.

He fled with a selfless obsession, and because of that, he hadn't been able to think much around before, but now he was coming back with the thoughts he'd shaken off.

If you think about it carefully, the ultimate cause of being chased by Mooseg is on you.

I involved the other demon kings.

- Shit.

Indeed, other demon kings were being pursued by some hostile force.

"Alchemist King" Shaw said he was being chased by the Sisalis nation, and the same goes for the rest.

The circumstances of those gathered in that place may be similar in themselves.

But Mooseg is still different.

If it was enough to be chased by Mooseg, it might have been better to be chased by some other country.

And I'm the one who brought that moozeg with me.

"Elma, Elma, let's go underground. He said he could see a lot of things!

"What? - Oh, yeah..."

Second, Erma's thought-provoking voice was mutilated.

Melea had a fun grin next to Elma.

I guess this is what you mean by excited faces.

He had a really easy face to understand.

"What's wrong?

No, it's nothing.

A strange red eye shot through Elma's eyes, and even her heart was spotted for a moment, Elma thought.

As straight as that was, Merea's red eyes seemed to emit a flash of light as if to determine something.

However, when I saw him ask with his neck hanging, he was worried.

Elma took a breath inside Ho and followed Merea.

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of Elma. That was not a concern.

Merea had realized that, to some extent, Elma was blaming Mizumi.

I had seen those who looked like that many times on the summit of that Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

It was very similar to the expression that the English spirits, who had left untrained in the past, sometimes lived in.

Furthermore, Merea even guessed that she was aware of Elma's self-blame and that she didn't want her to touch her in time, and she didn't dare ask anything.

Some thought I wouldn't get a decent answer back when I asked.

I had no intention of leaving it alone at all, but more importantly, Merea didn't know how to cut it out.

When and how.

Even the English spirits were hard to ask, but can you follow her before they even met?

How can she vent her heart without caring?

Rather, is that really how you should let your heart vent?

Melea was a little upset at herself for not being able to make a decision.

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Melea was then spearheaded by Shaw to the basement of the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce branch.

"There's really a lot going on, a lot of 'being'"

In the basement of the chamber of commerce branch was the item of the transaction that was taken from various regions.

Merea began to observe the deal after gently letting the lililium she was carrying sleep on the soft couch that was on the corner of the basement.

Beginning with mineral plants that seem like they are worth it, going through shelves of painting artwork that don't really know what they're worth, to tool-like objects that don't even know what they were made for. - There was even a cage (discharge) where organisms were put.

The word diverse mess is a basement that really suits you well.

Sayid, the middle-aged man with the monocle, waited until he procured his legs, so Shaw politely explained the deal.

For Melea, it was mostly her first look.

The quarrel of curiosity grew bigger every time I saw the real thing, but then there's also that crummy Elma face on the edge behind Merea's brain.

Sometimes he turned his gaze to us, but it still felt like Elma was in the mood for Shaw's explanation.

"Oh, that's unusual"

Then, towards the end of the tour of the underground warehouse lined with traded goods, Shaw was giving a mild surprise.

One cage was ahead of Shaw with his eyes closed and his gaze pointed.

The animals in the trade that are only commodities are thus laid in cages.

I've seen some cages since just now, but the cages were huge.

Merea also approached the cage and imitated Shaw's gaze.

Soon afterwards, I understood why only the cage was huge.

"- Dragon."

It was similar.

Inside that cage, a creature very similar to that (Tenryu) Kurtista sat with Deng.

The dragon in its cage had a black body surface against the white body surface of Kurtista.

"You must be a dragon's toddler."

Not "Tenryu (Tacea)" but "Terrestrial Dragon (Railnote)".

After being told, Merea finally realized the discomfort she had seen in that dragon.

"Wings" are small.

Kurtista's wings were huge anyway.

I'm sure that's all I needed big wings to fly that giant.

But the black terrestrial dragon here has a few (maybe) smaller wings relative to the body.

Instead, he had developed four legs before and after him more than Kurtista, a body that seemed to be better at running the ground.

"Doesn't a ground dragon fly through the sky?

"Right. I don't fly. -" I'll jump. "

Ground dragons (rail notes) do not fly in the sky, but they do.

Leap.

With its overwhelming leg strength and dual wings for postural control, it 'jumps' the sky for good.

On the other hand, I am naturally good at running the ground.

Its speed is not comparable to that of horses and the like, and it is said to compete precisely the fastest in the biological world.

It was also said that its little wings were also developed as auxiliary wings when blasting the earth, and that the wings of the ground dragon were not meant to fly, but also to run.

"Hmm, where did you buy the ground dragon? It's not quite what you see."

He can't figure out a shaw of the day either.

Then there, that one-eyed middle-aged Zayed came back a little rough with his breath,

"Master Sherwood, we have horse arrangements. I'm Junma. I've arranged about fifteen."

"Really? You can handle it if you get some synergy. Thank you.

- By the way, I'd like to ask you something. "

"Yes?"

"Where did you buy this local dragon?

"- Oh."

Upon Shaw's inquiry, Zayed raised his voice as if he was immediately good at it, and then roared and showed it as if he was in trouble.

"Actually, I saw it at an auction in Central Commercial Street the other day. I bought this because I thought it would sell if it worked..."

Something about Zayd was staring at Shaw's face, and he couldn't tell.

When Shaw was in a light condition and nodded with a trick, "Go ahead," Zayed continued, just saying he had finally noticed.

"- I was suffering from a disease. I was fine initially when I bought it up, but apparently it was the one called latency. There were no signs of illness or anything like this. - This is how I brought it underground for only two days..., no - 'I did it' so I got hit."

"I see you still need refinement. Why don't we hire a biologist?

"No, I won't make the same mistake twice. I'm just learning it myself."

"Good, that's the merchant of the Sherwood Chamber of Commerce."

Shaw seemed generous in Zayed's failure.

That way, when I know why, Shaw turns his gaze to the ground dragon again.

"And the disease, is it? Can't you treat me?

"You won't be able to. Even if he's sick, this guy is a grounddragon, so a decent person can't get his hands on him. More importantly, it turns out that the disease that the dragon is suffering from is" dragon death "for which no cure has been established... I ran to investigate dragon death to treat it, but instead, it feels like I figured out how troublesome this disease is... and gave up. Of course, I don't want to lose the product because of it either."

Indeed, the dragon of the land was laid back in a cage.

Eyes stopping by the cage staring at the dragon with sad eyes.

And Elma was Elma, and he had taken away the sky that had been before him, and had set a distressing gaze upon the dragon of the land.

It was a truly impending sad look on the ground dragon as if he was overlapping his future in such a debilitating way.

- Well, let's try to cure it.

But only one, the snow-haired man who was on the spot, showed a different word and expression than everyone else.

"Huh?"

"If you can't run out of hands, let me do it one last time"

Melea had an idea.

"I don't know if it's really going to heal, but if it's about getting better already, can you give me one last chance?"

Merea's gaze was as silly and honest as her words.

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Everyone watched what the hell this man would do.

In the meantime, Melea was walking over to Marisa and saying this with one hand.

"Can I borrow one of those daggers on your back?

Mariza snaps her neck.

"What do you do to the body of a ground dragon with a blade? You don't stab a blade of this magnitude on a dragon scale, do you?

"Oh, not that way. For stabbing my body."

"Now I don't want to lend it any more..."

Really, what are you saying?

Mariza had broken her usual calm appearance and was frowning like she was in trouble.

But Merea doesn't put her arms down.

"Come on, come on," he said.

"... you are a very selfish Lord..."

Then, in the end, Marisa lost her roots first.

So perplexed is the sweet maid (maid) who hears Merea's wishes, but cannot refuse the wishes of the selfish Lord.

That's how Marisa took a dagger out of her back sheath and handed it to Melea.

"It's just a normal dagger that's sturdy."

"Yeah."

Melea approached the cage of the earth dragon, answering briefly in the meandering sky.

And

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Shortly afterwards, Melea said something.

Something.

Those on the spot did not know what it was.

It was not a human language.

As hazy as it sounded, the first thing I noticed was Shaw.

"Maybe that, 'dragon language'?

"Hmm? - Oh, yeah. Tell the dragon I know."

"Oh, hey, hey! Wait a lot! The situation that Tenryu taught me is extremely bizarre in the first place!

To a protest that lit Shaw's impatience, Merea was complaining, "Here's something, flush it" with her eyes.

But Shaw spins more words, just saying, "It's hard to look past."

"Besides, didn't you talk to the dragon and not be able to speak without a special loudspeaker in your body?

"Yes, I am."

"That's right..."

"The loudspeaker - give it up from someone you know. There was a fool I knew who once tried to gain power for dragons."

"That's stupid. Definitely stupid. When people say dragons... even though the idea is successful in the first place..."

"He couldn't be a complete dragon for every body, but he succeeded in keeping some of the dragon's power in his body."

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It was outrageous.

Shaw couldn't say anything, hiking his cheeks.

Mariza frowned and rarely stunned herself on her face, and Eyes shook her neck and said, "Huh? What? People turned into dragons?...... eh!?"

"So, the vocalizer worked out thanks to that acquaintance, so it feels like all you have to do is study dragon language. I did my best to learn dragon language on my own. I didn't want the treasure to rot. Wow Kurtista was tough..."

Merea laughs bitterly remembering the past by herself, saying it in a light tone.

The words were hard to believe only in letter terms, but the fact is, I saw that the ground dragon reacted more to the dragon language of Merea today.

"- I don't really like situations I have to believe..."

Still, I couldn't help but believe it.