The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

In the heart of the city is the temple dedicated to the Virgin of the Fountain.

Even though it's a temple, it's not that big of a building.

There is a fountain that gushes water and stone columns are built to surround all its directions, supporting a hemispherical dome roof.

That is all.

Perhaps we could look at it as a luxurious source of rain.

But people's faith seems authentic, and everyone in the city they go to pray to without exception. An enthusiastic believer-like grandfather or something, holding his hands together and kneeling for a long time.

"You don't have the Virgin and the Body of Doors here right now. There are strange signs wandering all over the city, so they must be fleeing through strange waterways."

"Everybody's praying. Then stop saying that. Get out of that temple soon. 'Cause you're behaving badly."

In the meantime, it is Laeko, who is riding into the temple with deviations and peering into the fountain.

There was a reason for her to swell her cheeks in a grumpy manner and for the Virgin to flee.

It goes back to the request for rescue from the Virgin.

- Please. Mr. Pet Dragon. The girl seems open to you. If you persuade me, you'll reconsider the destruction of the city, too.

Apparently, the Virgin mistook me for a Laeko pet.

Considering the power relationship, though it cannot be considered a mistake.

I tried to reply in my heart, "I persuaded you not to invade for the time being," especially without correcting the pet treatment.

Yes, that was exactly the moment.

"You fool. Who do you know about this guy? The great evil dragon, Lady Leavendia - sometimes a pet call like a dog or cat. You have just sinned in hell."

Oh, my God, they were asking.

Laeko was normally listening to the voice of the Virgin, who should have spoken directly to my heart.

And since then, the Virgin has tongued.

Whatever I scream, I will not give you any reply.

So is that. I talked to him because I thought he was a harmless pet, and there's no way he could talk to me casually if he turns out to be the de facto boss (wrongdoing).

Leiko, who approximated the gaze of criticism from around him, came out of the temple to

"You little princess. You're not even going to show your face after scorning Master Evil Dragon? How arrogant."

"Oh, look. Everyone would be scared if they were angry like that. Smile and smile. I didn't come here to fight."

"- Yeah. It's not a fight, it's a temple."

"Smile, you're a psycho."

The guards are waiting nearby with spears. I know it's a lookout, but half of them even have the color of giving up on their faces. I suppose you recognize that if evil dragons and their families storm out, there won't be a single one. As a matter of fact, if I were in Leiko, I'd have to make up a whole network of guards.

One of the soldiers walked out,

"Well, it looks like you've done your worship of the Virgin, so if you don't mind, I'll show you to the Inn of your choice."

"It's not worship. Declare war..."

"It is! It's been a long time since your lord has wanted to rest in a futon! Look, Leiko, let's hurry up!

My crisp and loud voice dispelled Laeko's disturbing remarks.

The guards seemed alert to a sudden shout, but just not short-circuited enough to hit them with it. He even guided me to the inn, while remaining vigilant.

View of the city on the road.

Only the centre around the temple is home to private houses and shops, and from there lies the tip of the waterway, which stretches radially - the surrounding area is almost all fields and pastures.

Originally, large-scale farms are operated by a certain degree of power, such as the royal nobility and the church, in terms of crop looting prevention and land management.

But not here.

Just stretch out the waterway to shelter the Virgin and stop sending looters and beasts.

This is not the case for a place so convenient to the farm, and the result is a barn land so splendid that it can be seen by the amateur.

"- The signs of the Virgin are getting farther and farther away. Are you going to run away from this city?"

But I'm worried about the next harvest sooner or later.

My legs are starting to tremble with guilt because no one notices me in the wagon shake.

As it is, it keeps all the city farmers lost in the open. I will never cough,

"Okay, Laeko. There's nothing hateful about it."

"Dear Evil Dragon...?

"I understood the life at the end of the struggle. Uh... yeah... something like this... it's nice to talk about,"

"I see. The boulder is like an evil dragon. Negotiations against the backdrop of overwhelming power can sometimes be more effective than war."

"I want to use overwhelming power as a policy, not as a background."

It should be noted that discussions with Raco have been overturned from the outset by the negotiating table.

Moreover, the heavy stones are next stacked on the back of the table so that they never go back to normal.

And I sighed,

"... Oh, Leiko. I'd like to take a little walk. And the LORD hearkens unto all the guards, and waiteth quietly in the inn. Never make inadvertent moves."

"Yes, sir."

I had the carriage pulled over and got out of the van.

I still had severe muscle pain in my extremities, but I can't say anything long.

Travel crawling to nearby waterways to

"Hey. Virgin. It's a misunderstanding. I'm just a powerless dragon waster, and Laeko can't do anything terrible to the city. I'll be out of here in a few days, so please run for the city."

No reply.

Apparently completely discredited. The truth is, I'm not sure Leiko would do anything terrible.

and his voice rose behind him as he was twilight on the way down the road.

"Wow! It's a dragon, Dragon!

"Wow! Real!?"

"Cool -!

Looking back, a few children jumped out of a private house on the side of the road, swarming all around me.

"Is it the dragon the merchant keeps?

"Could you be lost?

"Aren't you hungry?

It is once again being misunderstood as a pet. I thought Laeko would be furious again after seeing this landscape. I immediately run to excuse myself.

"Uh, I'm not a pet or anything like that -"

"Talked!

The fact that he uttered words in a detour circled the confusion. From the kids' point of view, it would have been a dragon or something dressed as a toy to solve the words.

When this happened, I was treated like a spectacle animal, and I could not forcibly escape the siege. Even though I'm weak, if I get hit by a little kid, I might let him fall

- So.

"Look, Dodler. It's the chopped end of our vegetables. Delicious."

"Uh, Shiru. Eat this potato too."

"Mm-hmm. They're both good"

Being fed in this way is unavoidable.