The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"The records of Liot's ancestors..."

Honestly, I didn't have a very good feeling about it. Liot himself seemed a good boy, but it was also this clan of priests who offered his sacrifice.

When it does, it is highly likely that it has written negative images against me.

"But why don't you just ask? Leiko, can you tell me more or less about it?

"Yes, I did. Don't tell me more or less, but talk to me word for word."

"Wow. You have memory, my lord."

Laeko coughed up really lightly.

"'Become a member of my family. Together we defeat the Demon King and keep this world in our hands...'. That was my dramatic and fateful encounter with the Evil Dragon.

It goes without saying that I wept and wept in the words, a sacrifice more sacrificed than the village.

The villagers were already ready for the feast when they returned to the village shaken by the honor of letting the evil dragon ride on his back. Besides, it wasn't just a feast.

Yes. The death of the Demon King is no longer a certainty if the Evil Dragon has moved. It was not a feast to celebrate the doorstep of war, but a ceremony that was not an exaggeration, so to speak, a lifetime burial to provide for the death of the Demon King.

The main guest, the evil dragon, eats meat and alcohol. "

"I don't think that's part of the record. You're going to punch a hard push in the title, Lord."

Whatever you think, it's definitely an earlier biography in writing called "Family Autograph."

Besides, there are few depictions that match the facts. Let's withdraw the preamble to the judgment that memory is good.

"It's okay. I didn't make a mistake. It's called the front seat."

"Doesn't that seem like a pretty long ruler for a front seat?

"How about a digest version? The climax to defeat the Demon King can be shortened to about thirty minutes."

"What. You can do this until after the demon king's defeat already?

"Yes, the Demon King was screwed like a borough rag. I'm currently in the process of writing an after story"

"I'm curious. But if you care, don't lose."

Perhaps if I heard the story of paranoia here, I'd see the future as it is.

Hang in there for a while and get back to the main point. Encouraging Laeko, he began to tell the details of the matter's books.

"... the records of Liot's ancestors and thinkers were not written as a single book. This is what was left of a passage in the book that summarizes the myths about multiple evil dragons. This copy is another crude substitute, and obviously there are other people who are not evil dragon-like, and there are other dragon-like portrayals, and the times when each verse was written are so fragmented."

"It's not me. What kind of depiction of a dragon?

"'A dragon came out of the city. The black giant was a horrible dragon. There the courageous cattle breeder named himself and begged for mercy on the dragon. Then the dragon said," Can you give me a drink because I'm thirsty? "So I gave him milk, and he broke his belly and left painfully'"

It's me.

Once upon a time, when the figure began to grow big, there was a time when I was able to grace my food from the beginning of my trip.

It's human food, though, so it was often around to eat without fitting my belly.

"Conversely, there are some records that this is the evil dragon-like. For example, the Black Dragon, which tells us of a certain future of death, is still presumed to be a depiction of when the Evil Dragon was born more than the darkness of the Underworld. This is a time when we were close to the underworld and presided over the fate of death. So it's a portrayal."

"Speaking of which, I used to be made a fortune teller. I don't know what it is, so he said," Humans don't die one day, so let's just take it easy. "No way."

It is an ancient story of the old days when it was made into a merchant's merchandise.

I couldn't remember the jade ride or the circle of fire, and in the end I was turned to fortune using the characteristic of being able to speak.

My legs were one or two on the day at best.

"... and it is a depiction of the ancestors of the real Liot. And that would be the same thing as the milk we had earlier, in terms of credibility."

Laeko pulled out the jeweled dagger again.

"The geographical depictions, such as the location of that village and the cave where the evil dragon lived, were extremely accurate. On it is stated: 'The giant with pale eyes on black scales. Living in mountain caves, Evil Dragon Leavendia is made into a powerful dragon tribe that lives more than the Divine Ages, and the magic of the hidden is no one in line with everything in heaven and earth. The Ultimate Being to Exhaust Atrocities and Destructions' - quite sparingly, to this point, due to its very precise depiction. The problem is then."

"Problem?"

"The author, the vagrant adventurer, challenged the battle against such an unrivalled evil dragon. And although he lost, he succeeded in plundering and scratching the evil dragon with this jeweled dagger."

"Oh, that's a lie."

I could assure you. There's no way I'm going to have to plunder and scratch a man with a blade. It kills me normally.

"Let's be. There can't be a human being who points a blade at the evil dragon to get an end other than death. Not to mention getting scratched."

"Well, reverse reason would do that."

Laeko is a similar perception. Whether from my standpoint where I want to penetrate as moderately as possible, or around 'do all the atrocities and destruction', 'Predatory Wounds' is out, even from the standpoint of Laeko, who wants to make me invincible. There is no advantage in adopting this theory as a future route.

I just wondered what it was purely about.

"So, what happened after that?

"- Are you sure? Before this, the delusional story of the aspiration stripping of whoever wrote this story will continue, but will you still hear it?

"I think I heard something similar earlier, so I don't mind. Not once, not twice."

Leiko said, "Was there such a story ahead of time?" He continued reluctantly, tilting his neck, prompted by me.

"The later story is the ultimate simple hero Tan." The first wounded evil dragon in his eternal life was impressed by the possibilities that humans had, and he decided to see where they were going. And the adventurer became a priest who served the evil dragon, and assumed the role of quelling the dragon '- what a convenient story. Master Evil Dragon is not the owner of such a small vessel as is consecrated and serene. The only thing that satisfies me is that little thing like a sailor. "

I roar.

Dis to the Virgin aside, there are quite a few inconsistencies in the story right now. But if the writer or geography holds onto my physical features on top of clarity, it's hard to say it's a coincidence.

There's only one conclusion to make, for instance, but it's rude of Liot to say it.

"Ten, eighty-nine, this is a fraud. I guess the mountain master foiled himself and started naming himself a priest. Making money by dashing the evil dragon is a good courage. Next time I see Liot, I'll scold him for it."

Leiko said something a little lively that I was reluctant to do.