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Chapter 436




Chapter 436: Dragon City Sake Banquet
The city of Helicone was as busy as ever.
Sometimes dragons really don’t show up in a city like that. Even more so after the Fire Dragon War.
“Dragons would otherwise count tens of thousands on the continent as well. It can’t be that rare. After the disturbance, there was no bypassing contact with people even on the dragon’s side, and dragon riders were forced to hide. If this optimistic town serves as a flag for connecting the world with dragons, we may get a little closer to a world where dragon riders can walk the table like before.”
That’s what Lyla says as she sits back to stand on one knee by the window as she watches the Don Chan noise that began on the boulevard.
I thought Lyla, who is even thoughtful elsewhere, would be oddly obsessed with a town that just respects herself in a strange breeze… you wanted to think that far and visit.
But well.
“… I can’t imagine”
A world where dragon riders wave major players. The question is, is that possible?
It makes sense that dragon riders should not even have to fake themselves, but be greeted more simply with awe.
But Celesta, where the trot… swallows the existence of dragons and moves, I still can’t describe it at all in my imagination.
The dragon that destroys a country if you do it poorly with one head is still too big for a man’s world to use in earnest.
I wonder if the time is coming to incorporate that into military strategy and for war to decide with one dragon move?
It’s a strange story to say that I’m currently using a bunch of dragons for a country’s errands, but I still can’t imagine that.
“Ho, I’m not saying that the time should come for dragons to travel (then) to kill each other for nothing. For a long time the dragon has kept a moderate distance from people. I’m not saying it wasn’t a mistake, but there’s a history of ancient dragon riders being treated as the last justice to intercept a disaster beyond man’s reach.”
“… people can’t reach you,” he said?
“It may not be a big deal now, but in times when people didn’t have cohesive fighting power, there was nothing they could do about it, such as a bunch of demons. Try to see a hundred demons in that polka-like idyllic countryside, what can you do but pray to God”
“… well, I guess so”
“Only recently in history. What makes it possible for people to cut head-on with demons and relate to each other? And the dragon rider was considered a fang that would devour such a fateful disaster. Far back in time, it was as a shoulder to shoulder with gods and spirits, but there were times when dragon riders could not fake themselves.”
“… I see”
If I knew those times, could I say that today’s human society could be punished simply for having come into contact with a dragon is an anomaly?
“I can’t tell you not to be afraid of dragons, but at least I want to be understood that dragons aren’t burning in anger anymore. If the ease of the people in this town propagates to other towns, one day it will be understood.”
“… I hope so”
Never again, I don’t want the time to seriously conflict with dragons. I think so, too, and Lyla would say nothing of it.
If once loose incomprehension is causing it, and excessive repellence is generating incomprehension again, then one day this sense of distance must also be resolved.
Anyway, I really like these orbitless festive guts of the Celesta stream.
We get together because it sounds like something fun, and for now, we recommend drinking and drinking, and it’s natural and everyone is in good shape to have a little fun here, that atmosphere.
I don’t even hate the way you drink alcohol somewhere straightforward in the trot style, but I think it would be great to be honest with the alcohol that openly shares the fun, as long as you keep up with Nori.
“One for me, too. Is this an orgasm killer or is it from the east?
“Whoa, bro, are you a cunt? It’s Eastern, but I’m actually making it out of us.”
“What, we’re in a helicopter?
“Sort of. Diagonal plaid helicopter second brewery. To you.”
“Heh… this smells like something I can’t get out unless it’s in the east”
“Actually, you don’t. Tal has a secret… it’s a trade secret.”
Liquor rigging with an old man who smells like liquor next door.
He sounds like some kind of liquor maker, but I actually barely know how to make liquor. But it doesn’t make me feel bad to talk enthusiastically about how to make it while drinking good liquor, so it takes a second cup while hammering.
and a new buzz nearby there.
When I thought of something, my arm wrestled and Naris was flipping a muscular gendarmerie.
“Ku, damn…… what the hell with such thin arms!
“Arm wrestling is breathing. Breathe. You can’t beat me if you push.”
Naris wins proudly as she twists her wrist as she cripples…. No, you. You stopped Grandpa Dan’s punch with one hand. It’s not about breathing or anything.
“Are you sure you’re a dragon too!?
“Maasa. I was born 113 years ago. I don’t remember anything other than an elf.”
“Oh, hey, Riley, call it in, keep it dirty. It involves the gendarmerie’s tickets.”
“No, wouldn’t it be cooler if I touched the baton”
“Damn! Another battle, too!
“Yes, sir. Shall we pay for it next? I’d rather lose than have a cup of ogori with that pussy brother over there drinking.”
Naris pointed at me abruptly…. dude. What kind of brother is that?
“Fine. Fight!”
“Come on I’m going…… Hiya!?
The moment Naris stood up, one of the hands stretched out from behind stroked Naris’ ass.
Naris looks back instantly but doesn’t seem sure whose hand it is.
… I can see it from here. That’s… that’s Tess.
You’re playing mixed up because one of Naris wins and it’s not funny if you keep it up.
“What are you doing, not at all”
And sitting next to me is Almeida. Not in noticeable armor, but dressed in slightly loose, plain clothes in the southern style of Celesta, so intimidation was the only thing I didn’t give my surroundings, but still the guttering elf beauty has suddenly let herself be broken into a seat of man-smelling liquor, so the air around me changes for a moment.
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“Hey Almeida, Tetes is doing something weird and you’re not stopping him?
“Oh, brother, is that a beautiful twist? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Seeing as I spoke to Almeida, the old man at the liquor store immediately demanded an ogori, but I’ll leave that alone.
“I’ll leave that one alone because Naris is bad”
“What, Naris, is something wrong?
“You deserve to win. Besides, I called Andy a man who wouldn’t let go, and I can’t help Tess being angry.”
“No, you’re angry there!?
“… no one feels good if they make fun of their own husband by name. Me too.”
Almeida says somewhere embarrassing, as if it were rotten.
No, no, no.
“You’re not the guy to say that, are you?
“Wow, is that bad? Is it bad if I’m sensitive to that?”
“I thought you were more flat in that part of the world, or the type to think separately!
“Well, don’t ask me for that kind of difficult thing! On the one hand, I like it, but on the other, I don’t care. I can do something clever like that!
…… no such grandeur.
I mean, don’t be totally loyal dogged on your own before I’m sure about this one either.
“Anyway, now that Naris doesn’t mind eating a bit, he’s not willing to cover for it”
Almeida with a good arm and a tung and an upward look.
The old man at the liquor store whistles silently.
That’s where the arm wrestling table gets warped up.
Naris had lost a great deal to the gendarmerie man by the exquisite obstruction of Tetes.
“So, who touched people’s butts! It’s a no contest. This!
“Ho ho, you’re not impressed with excuses, Elf lady”
“Oh, no, it’s not. Somebody really touch my butt.”
“No questions asked. That’s what you said, keep it clean!
“… Ugh, yes”
“Nice.”
Chareen, and Naris throwing gold coins into pottery bowls. A thriving gallery.
Behind that, I saw Tess and Mr. Hilda hi-touching each other…. what the hell are you doing?
“By the way.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m thrilled with dragons… you know what? Rumor has it that a dragon broke out a little south here.”
“… What’s that?”
“Yeah, I haven’t heard the details either. They burned down a settlement. I don’t know if it’s real.”
“… seriously?
(cont ‘d)