Chapter 444

Chapter 444: Touch and Go

Nonetheless, Safr left a message at the helicopter, and we’ll be on our next itinerary in the meantime.

Safr could break out, which is important to Celesta, but you still don’t think Safr would have wielded the power of the dragon against people at his discretion if he’d listened carefully?

It doesn’t have to be that. It’s Lila’s instructions that won’t be a battle with both fame, and she’ll make a big deal out of it for a while.

“Where will you go next?”

“Krabeth or Talk…… right. But when it comes to going to Krabeth with this face…”

…………

Mr. Deane makes an idea face.

Aurora is good because she’s local, and Angelos won’t look good either.

Well, anyway, the rest of the faces are Naia in the half and Hilda in the dark elf, the gauntlet group, each an elf in a different region, and Tess.

I just have a feeling it’s going to be tricky if they all accidentally do.

“Krabeth, who wants to go?

Let me raise my hand for now, but nobody raised their hand.

I always want to go to famous places for now, even Naris.

“I can’t believe Naris doesn’t want to go”

“No, I’ve been there once! Don’t forget, Sarah!

“Can I just go once?”

“Well, to a certain extent, I understand the atmosphere… and, uh, the closed city of Elves is going to be troublesome if I inadvertently roll around.”

“… Naris’ judgment is decent. What shall we do?”

“Can you not say that like I’m insane!? I think it’s always the Smythson Ten Chiefs who are insane!?

Yeah. Well, I guess so. But when it comes to tourism, it’s always the impression that Naris is exploding curiosity.

“Don’t you even want to go to Sharon or Almeida?

“Aurora tells me that your brother, who should be in the land, said, ‘If you’re a beautiful woman, you’re actually a pedigree, spicy lady…”

“I’m simply not interested”

No, Aurora, what are you blowing into Sharon? It’s true. And you’re literally terrible.

“Aurora and Angelos…”

“I don’t need anything. They’re going to hear your father’s novel.”

“I don’t have any good memories either.”

These guys are well…… fine.

“Do you want Mr. Hilda or Naia, too?

“Mm-hmm, dark elves. It’s not comfortable over there. As far as recognition goes, a bit of a rough passage to get out across the blue snake?

“I’m not familiar with it in the first place…”

Hmm. I think it’s a good place for me. A relaxed city surrounded by greenery on one side.

Forests are forests, but there is no depressing (uh-huh) darkness, and country-specific wildness is free of fine dust, supported by reliable large trees that grow by the way, and dense green signs that are colored and wrapped in well-managed lawns, implants, and flower gardens.

An engraved light that adds colour to its comfortable and beautiful landscape, held only by forests enthusiastically cared for by the elves.

I don’t even see a sense of the city where such an extremist culture and forest kindness live together in the northern forest. Or the North Forest is also due to the low total number of elves, traditional for better or worse, or primitive and country smelling parts undeniably.

As far as I’m concerned, I think it would be nice to live in a landscape like Krabeth if I were to relax in old age…. No, I guess I can’t live in peace without an elf.

“Ho. Lord Owner, you want to go?

“Um, I’m not wacky to say I need something.”

To go just to see the landscape…… I knew it was a hassle.

But I’d like to go again someday.

Then the destination is Tulk.

“Deane, you went there once last night, didn’t you? Maybe it was a hassle twice.”

“It’s not a problem if everyone’s rested for that…. Everyone, just in case, make sure you haven’t forgotten something. And Lyla, sort out the contributions you’ve received.”

“Ho. There weren’t a lot of lizards this time, so it’s not a big amount.”

“For once, the purpose now is a journey of material arrangements. It shouldn’t be too much to let Maia have it. Some things like desert necessities would be better left in this mansion for the sake of the Safr and the future.”

“Hmm…. yeah, and some products I don’t even know how to use”

Everyone moves for departure.

I… for now.

“Hey, Safr.”

“… you are”

When I went to the room I had prepared for Safr, Safr sat down on the ground and meditated.

“That’s a rare way to sit down.”

“Oh, this. My grandfather at Dragon Palace taught me. It’s cramped, but he said he can concentrate because he can’t move easily.”

“Where’s the Dragon Palace you were looking after?”

“It’s south. It used to be the Kingdom of Gort, but now it’s St. Gard’s sphere of power.”

The famous countries of the Southern Great Plains came out. I hear that St. Gard has expanded its national territory by various means because it is an emerging country, but I guess where Safr was is one of them.

“In the first place, why did you come to Celesta?

“I’ve wanted to come for a long time. It’s the biggest country on the continent.”

“… only territory”

With the great desert spreading over the national territory, the national power itself is not that overwhelming for the sake of its breadth. But once you look at the facts alone, it’s the nation with the largest prints on the continent.

They used to dominate the southern Great Plains by more than half, and some countries were wider than Celesta, but now there’s no country that big. While the breadth of the national territory is medium-sized, each country has its own strengths, glued to each other,

“The desert is only small on the Southern Great Plains, plus the orga and dark elves are waving the big ones, right? She said it sounded interesting, so Ricca brought her here…”

“Is a person named Rica a Dragon Palace associate?

“I guess it’s more me than Palace. He’s an adventurer who took me to the palace to hear rumors about me being a weird kid.”

“… together all the time as it is?

“No, I just adventured around and sometimes came to the palace to show my face,”

… I want to say. I’d say super.

The man is simply free.

“I spent about twenty years at the palace. My grandfather at the palace recently told me to go outside…”

“Why did you ask me to leave?

“Mm, I don’t know. Sometimes he used to say,” You’re not normal, 'so I thought it might be some kind of secret…”

“I don’t even know Safr very well.”

“Oh.”

I’m a little interested… well I guess I can’t get to the truth if I ask Safr any more.

“What if a guy named Ricca… you know, is dead?

“Kill whoever did it”

“No, well, um”

I wanted to tell you to calm down, but my two would definitely say the same thing, so I shut up. That must be what dragons are for.

“Not if someone did it, but if they died by accident.”

“What the hell. Did you even get intel that Rica is dead?!?

“No, you’re not. However, in that case, I am very willing to return to the Palace.”

“… I don’t know. But I… I’m too much for human parents, so they dumped me, and I have no idea what my grandfather at the Palace is thinking of staying with me the whole time… because I only have about Ricca anymore. If Rica was gone…”

“Bad, made me imagine weird”

Even though I knew I was probably a lot older than myself, I didn’t sneak around to see my child about to cry.

“Well, anyway, it’s hard to get a dragon like you to slam me badly, even as an army. I’m sure you’ll investigate it thoroughly.”

“… Army.”

Safr had a complicated look.

“Do you have bad memories?”

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“I don’t have anything like that. I was wondering if you could move that easily.”

“Mr. Deane is quite special as a soldier.”

“I heard that my parents are ministers…. it’s not, it’s hard if you let the dragon ram you… what a reason you’re getting so fucked up, you’re gonna ram the dragon the other way – what if they threaten to do it? Does it make you say” army “?

“… because there weren’t any dragons like that. That’s why evil dragons can get rid of such tyrannical dragons.”

“Hmm… no, that’s up to the dragon, isn’t it? Don’t you yourselves have some sort of countermeasure or something against that?

“If I prepared it badly, I might still stimulate the dragon…”

“… you’re quite a hipster, you know”

“You have no choice, if the dragon is serious, it won’t be a battle for humans or elves. We just have to ask for forgiveness.”

“We… you too, Ryder”

“Uh… is that true that I’m not? No, but they basically don’t accept dragon riders by society. So I’m spending as much time as I can on the face of it as I can on the rider so great people don’t know about it.”

“You smell like trouble… and riders. But, you know, if you think about being used or being targeted for life, you can’t be grand because you’re a rider.”

“In the first place, riders are completely unknown to society at large. You were wrong, too.”

“That’s my grandfather…”

Safr and again talk about the existence of a dragon, the existence of a rider.

As a rider, I’m still immature and new to America, Safr with the wrong sensibilities and knowledge as a dragon.

Originally, if we were dealing with a “normal” dragon, we would bump into questions that wouldn’t come up on the table and come up with opinions.

At the same time as I feel like a meaningful conversation in addition to my thoughts, I also learn a step by step about the fact that “grandpa” would have been spotty and halfway against Safr.

The saffle is too much.

Not in a bad way, there is no gap in the spirit between pride and loneliness as the “mighty” that the dragon is supposed to be, and nature and what he should be feeling.

Less desire, just stronger doesn’t breed that sensibility. I guess that’s only the first time you’ve earned “as the absolute strong” and “the weak”.

“… hmm”

“Hmm.”

Discuss it without indignation and twist your neck while sorting out the questions you have for each of them. We can both only respond with speculation to their questions, so in the end we can only do it until we confirm the question as questionable, like, “It’s crazy, but I guess there’s something about it”.

Still, I never thought I’d wasted my time.

“You’re a rider, but you’re cheap and easy to talk to. I kind of liked it.”

“… you were quite normal and helpful in your dragon habits too. I know a lot of dragons, but there’s a difference in recognition that really feels natural.”

Leaving aside what the doubt did not resolve, shake hands with a saffle.

We’ll talk again sometime.

“Right.”

Sharing the problem was somehow creating a sense of solidarity with each other.

It’s like friendship with a boy who can only be seen around the same age as Sarah like this, but there doesn’t seem to be any doubt that he got intimate over there.

“By the way, I have another question for you like that.”

“What. If you can answer me, I’ll answer you.”

Looking up at me as Safr put her legs together again in a weird breeze.

“… you know, everyone here is yours, the… girlfriend?

“Uh… well, similar?

“What the fuck?”

“Meh, female slave…”

Guilt like I can’t help but make a loud noise in front of a small animal I’m used to.

“No, Mr. Deane is a lover or a daughter-in-law candidate, but the other kids mostly said they were female slaves themselves, didn’t they? No, I didn’t push it. Some kids are pushing me.”

“Hey, I don’t know what you’re talking about… female slave… it’s a little too much of an adult world…”

“I’m not sure how this happened, either. Anyway? Actually, I’m still here when I go to my hometown in about half the time. In fact, one of them has already given birth, and the other is about to be on the moon.”

“… I thought we might get along a little bit, but maybe it’s because of you”

“No, you know, I just need a little more detail.”

Though I’ve spoken to Safr plenty of nearly an hour, Safr turns away and says, “Oh…… really?” and I only hit the gavel, which I gradually renounced understanding.

And then it becomes a step into the carriage for departure, and the lack of excuse bursts against its saffle attitude.

“… uh, what do you mean, Naris”

“Please don’t ask me for an explanation”

“Why is everyone in the carriage, including you, soaking up? Why would I mix it up with you?”

“Isn’t it because you proved it when you came here that it’s hard to get your clothes sorted out first, like juice and smell! Isn’t it like telling me to get dirty even if I’m the only one wearing them even though they’re all jerking off!

I like the fact that it explains why so plainly.

Of course, they’ve stretched out phantoms around here so they can’t see where to take them off, but will the carriage be like this sauna bath every long trip in the future?

You’re welcome, actually.

But I came to drop you off, and Safr blew his nose at his feet in a sudden color paradise.

“… carry Safr inside the house for once”

“Yeah.”

Maia, not yet transformed into a dragon body, grabs one leg and drags it.

… Can we talk casually the next time we see each other?

(cont ‘d)