The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

As joy swept through the battlefield of the Sutherland North Gate Wilderness, he whipped his careless body and tried to return to his companions.

"Hey, son of someone who's outside reason."

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, a voice rings in my head. Look around you, but you can't see anything but the earth that was burned by earlier red flames.

"Have your soul open, thank you"

When I froze my eyes, a small blue sphere of bean grains floated in front of me.

Liberate. Suppose...

"You, that blue dragon undead?

'Oh, you're right. Unfortunately, he was slaughtered and made immortal by that flaming bucket. "

"Oh, that's sad."

If you get attacked by that one, that's what most things would be without any resistance to burning a corpse. Exactly, all I can say is that I had no luck.

'No, there was a limit to that flesh, too. It'll be just the right time to perish. "

"Well, you've been very objective, haven't you?

An ancient dragon ecology? Really interesting.

'That's different, too. We have no such obsession with life or death. Instead, if you have a soul, if you lose your flesh for decades anyway, you can rebuild it.'

"Is he immortal forever? Looks like a creature too convenient."

'Not really. If you become immortal and bind your soul, the quality is worse for the soul to be strong. I knew it from the bottom of my heart. "

"Right. So, if you need anything, I'm going back. I'm a little tired."

I'm not kidding, I'm already flirting. Two shots of the great magic of [birdcage] were struck in the [Red Meteor Cluster "Crimson Meatier"]. He's probably out of magic (out of gas). I want the futile exchange to end. If you want to form a Buddha, you can do it yourself.

"Then answer only one."

"What?"

"Your way forward. With all that power, what are you trying to accomplish?

"Opening the door to knowledge in the name of truth"

……

To my immediate answer, often, the silent blue dragon.

"... the weight of the word, the statement of understanding?

"Probably much more than you"

The unknown concept of magic showed new windows. The window is grumpy and still only contoured. Such a close, seemingly distant window beyond could even be ruin. Still, much better than stagnation. Because there should be knowledge there that paralyzes my strange soul.

And I...

'... well, that might be interesting'

Since then, the voice has been cut off. Maybe even adult Buddha did it. Honestly, whatever happens to the ancient dragon, it doesn't matter to me.

Well, no more, there's no harm in being here. My own involvement in this war is as far as possible, I ask you not to speak out. Because it would be more convenient for my presence to be kept as secret as possible for the mischief I'm about to do. To be more precise, I'm just saying we should take the decency to be kept secret.

[Wind Manipulation] allows me to rise, glide through the universe, jump over the castle gate, transfer to my own room at the Sagami Chamber of Commerce in Straheim, and dive from my face to the bed provided.

(Still, it's a stiff bed. This is also a future improvement......)

My consciousness was lost with Ston, thinking such a stupid thing.

When I open my lid to nostalgic sleepiness, my maid Lord, who holds me as a pillow and rests as usual, enters my sight. Besides, even dragon beasts (draghaches) burst into my stomach with big letters on my pillow.

Just because I'm not a pillow. Well, the other guy is your kid and dragon beast. Is it useless to preach?

"So what about you?

Flirting back into the circular chair in the room, he speaks that way to the long-lasting beauty who is observing us with interest.

"Me? Guess what."

That's what I said. For some reason, the core of my head gangs as a hangover, and now, not really, I don't want to use this brain miso for nothing.

"The pervert?

"Um..."

As always, he's still smiling, but raising his thick blue muscle on his forehead.

"Hmm, that's usually how people define what goes into people's rooms without permission. Forgive me."

"You've already answered, you're out!

"I don't know."

I've just heard that crystal clear beauty before, and there's that blue-haired extra. I was noticing it on my way to talking.

"He's my paced guy"

A blue-haired woman flaunting her shoulders like a scratch.

"So? How did you get that flesh?

It's a trade secret.

"Hey!"

It's just a conversation in an extremely ill state. At the very least, I want to demand a smooth dialogue.

"'Cause you, if I tell you the truth, you're gonna get mad."

A blue-haired woman who shifts her eyes, even as she moves busily with her hands together.

You only have a fiercely unpleasant feeling.

"What did you do?

"Well, it's past, okay? Besides, I can swear, it's not like you're going to be burdened."

Is there a burden on me? If that's true, it's certainly trivial.

Plus now I don't want to think too deeply because of this headache. Let's go back to sleep.

When you close your eyelids again, as your consciousness fades,

"I, Sylphide. Call me Silfi. We're gonna be friends for a long time, and I'm gonna ask you to do me a favor."

I said such an ominous thing.