The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

"Am I part of Mr. Spirit?

"Oh. Now Mr. Spirit's on the head of the Evil Dragon, isn't he? Evil Dragon-like scales were similar in color to mountain stones, and because of their large bodies, they're not as good as mountains, but they also have a higher point of view. I wonder if it's misunderstood as part of the mountain."

"Yeah......? I don't know, but is that good information in the current situation? - Uh-huh!

At that time, an uninterrupted impact struck my flank.

Shayna in front of her disappears into the corner of her sight in an instant, her body bounces through the plains like rubber, and the heavens and the earth flip over and over.

Or it was actually rubberized.

Soon the Black Claw of the Hunting God, which had been activated, had balled to soften the impact, covering nothing but my head.

'... what's that! Hey, Ravendia! Why are you making fun of me when Atashi is seriously trying to duel because of you!?

A puppet puppet manipulated by a manipulative thread shouts protest.

From a low, standing position, the shock now seems to have been tackled from fast travel.

He said the power for two fingers, but it is still an attack by the Demon King's Army executives. I must have died instantly if I were you.

Yet he is safe.

Besides, you're activating the fingernails of the Hunting God, but you're not draining any health.

"Mr. Spirit. You think the Lord is going to help us?

"Mountain Round"

"Oh, I knew your lord would take a swell like this ball. Thank you. No, I'm relieved. If you stay in the ball, you'll be fine."

"Cora ah! Get the hell out of that nasty ball, Leavendia. Uh-huh!

Words of relief could not be said until the end. The puppet kicks me high by the ball, wondering if the sense of equilibrium has become unscrupulous with the bounce of the landing, and kicks me in a different direction again.

I continue to jump the plains with the Spirit as I am struck by literal ball play with Boyon Boyon.

"Let me, Mr. Spirit. I don't know what to do. My eyes are turning and I think I'm gonna throw up. Ugh."

"Landslide"

"Sorry, not dirt sand, Gero"

I weep brilliantly and vomit a little in the air as I bounce.

But fortunately, no one could blame me for that pitiful appearance.

Because almost at the same time I vomit - Mr. Spirit has released a great deal of dirt and sand from his mouth.

Just enough to describe it as a "landslide."

"Hmm!?

The dust and sand poured relentlessly on the puppet of the yarn that was waiting for him at the point of landing of the ball.

The plain, where the green grass was spread, is quickly filled with black gray stone pieces.

Me, and when I made a noise and landed on the dirt sand, Mr. Spirit got swallowed up.

"Lord... did you imitate me?

"Mountains are mountains"

It's hard to communicate.

When I was in trouble, Shayna ran out of breath from afar. It looks like I didn't have to get caught up in the dirt sand, thanks to the first kick.

"Dear Evil Dragon! Are you okay? What is this dirt sand!? What more is that ball?

"Oh, the Spirit helped me with this."

So I solved the change in my nails and explained to him that when I vomited the Guerro, the Spirit imitated it and vomited the dust.

Shayna hits her hand as if she had a point.

"I knew it. Perhaps Mr. Spirit, the distinction between Evil Dragon and myself is obscured. I think that's why you're imitating the evil dragon's intentions by mistake for your actions."

"Yeah, it's true."

"You want to give it a try? Master Evil Dragon, will you try to answer all my words with 'yes'?

"Yeah, okay."

Shayna coughed and then smiled very graciously.

"You're a mountain spirit, aren't you?

"Yes."

"Become a Mountain"

And when I answered, the Spirit answered in tune.

"You're the Spirit who has a tremendous amount of magic and sometimes helps humans, right?

"Yes."

"Ranari."

Oh, if I lead, I'll be able to communicate. Maybe you're simply imitating my words, but isn't this a good translation?

"So, I have a contract to help Shayna, right?

"Yes...... oh Lord for a moment! Isn't it a con artist's M.O. to ask fake questions first and then get to the bottom of it!?

"I'm not going to lose it! Look, Mr. Spirit, okay?

"Yes."

"There you go! Go on."

At the moment of joy, Shayna fell apart just as she did whenever she received magic from Leiko.

No, not this time. Unlike the last time I was completely unconscious, my consciousness is painfully left behind.

"So, are you okay? What's the matter, Shayna?

"Weird... Spirit magic should be harmless to humans, but it's sooo tight... Or does this mean it's the same magic as Leiko's... Ah"

"Speaking of which, Lecco handed over hundreds of years of magic to make up for Spirit's lack of magic."

Evil magic was drifting from me earlier, probably because of Laeko's transformation of Mr. Spirit's magic.

"Mr. Spirit. Will you decide to withdraw your contract?

"Translation"

The magic that was flowing disappears lightly, and Shayna, whose load disappears, grips her fist with a face that she seems extremely sorry for.

"Too bad... Too bad... I can't believe you might never get a chance like this again, but you can't turn it into a thing."

"Well, you can't do well with such fraudulent means."

"Right, haha. By the way, Evil Dragon, are you okay with getting such evil magic from Mr. Spirit?

"Yeah, I'm fine with Raco's magic because of complications."

Shayna is leaning her neck. Well, naturally. Because I am harmless because of an inexplicable logic.

"Well, okay. You've managed to defeat your enemies."

Shayna drops her eyes on the dirt sand at her feet. It was piled up until it was like a small mountain, and it didn't really weigh enough to escape.

It was when I thought so.

Suddenly there was a flash of light from the bottom of the dirt sand to the dazzle. with horrible signs of magic.

"Dear Evil Dragon! Let me out the round just now!

Shayna's decision was quick. When I make a ball of cushion with black claws as I am told, Shayna jumps on my head.

After that moment, a huge explosion shook the ground and blew the dirt and sand away at once.

"Wow!?

And I turn my eyes in the air with only my neck out of the ball.

Meanwhile, Shayna seemed to stick to my horn and keep a good grip on the situation.

"Dear Evil Dragon, be careful! That doll is still alive!

landing. We bounce straight and roll onto the plain.

"Yes, third finger. I can't stand it, Leavendia. I can't believe Atashi is so motivated, but he can't let the Spirit attack him without dealing with him himself. Isn't that a little impure?

If I think about it normally, it is a desperate situation. But when I looked closely, things seemed different now.

Whether Spirit's attack on dirt and sand worked or that big explosion recoil, the yarn voice was sparingly but severely damaged by the key doll (handsome man).

Specifically, he was moving with his feet dragged to the ground in the form of a complete hanging from the thread from heaven.

Long hair also has a mix of perms burned by the explosion by the way, smoke rising from the joints.

We moved on to an urgent operational meeting.

Shayna, who remained caught in the corner, hissed,

"Dear Evil Dragon. That, if I feed you the same one more shot, don't you think I can take you down?

"I feel that way, too, but now you're gonna be on your guard?

"... No, I think he's probably more alert to the evil dragon himself than Mr. Spirit. Hey, evil dragon. Can you answer 'yes' like you just did again? - When I say 'throw up', throw up, okay? By the same token, fully follow my instructions."

"Yes."

"Yes."

That's what I said. Shayna stands up with one hand on my horn.

"One last thing, I just realized. When Mr. Spirit said," Run away, "the Evil Dragon's leg moved on its own, didn't it?

"Speaking of which, you did."

Thanks to you, I almost broke into the siege of the yarn monster at risk.

"I think that's the opposite pattern of Mr. Spirit doing evil dragon-like mane. It feels like Mr. Spirit is moving the Evil Dragon."

"What do you mean?

In other words, Shayna grips my horn with disappointment.

"I'm coming! Spirit, full speed forward to the front!

"Yes."

At the next moment, my feet began a fierce dash on their own.