101 - - The Mistiff

You're not so bad yourself.

I would have thought about it if you had at least told me your name or something. It's not only suspicious, but also not very nice of you not to give us any information after we've answered your questions."

At any rate, I have the cat's paw table out and am having tea next to a rolling dragonet.

What should I do with this?

"What are you... what are you... what are you...?"

"Oh?　You got guts."

"I've done it, and I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but can't I at least cure you of your poison?"

"Okay, but do you have an antidote?"

Since sacred magic cures everything, he can't use it, so he goes through his luggage and pulls out a poison remover.

"By the way, seriously, if you've been stalking people and looking so suspicious that you won't even tell me your name, you might as well be wrapped up in a box. Can I respond by saying, "Yes, you can."

"No, it's not like that, is it?

White made an unnecessary comment, so I just wave it off.

"You can't give a beast to someone who uses a summoned beast as bait!"

""Bait?""

It took me a while to get it out of him because he was numb, but the bottom line is that this Mr. Dragonut is guarding the cavalry, and I entered the cavalry habitat and he passed me by when I was on the lookout.

Then what was he doing?　He said he was following me because he thought I might hunt a cavalryman on my way home.

"So it looked like I was using white as a shield and attacking from behind," he said.

"Compositionally, yes."

In reality, I was taking him down after he went in for the kill. Well, it is common for long-distance players to use someone or something as a shield, but I don't think White could have been misunderstood because he would not look like a shield-type summoner at all, nor would he look like a melee-type summoner.

Usually, the owner of a summoned beast is supposed to specify the behavior of the summoned beast. White is completely free-range.

So that's why I felt the killer spirit during the battle. He's not a bad person or a bad dragonut.

Maybe it's because he's a brawler.

It is your fault that you are rarely called to battle!

"I don't have time to act when I'm in the middle of a battle."

You're lying!　You only use magic because you see an opening in the middle of a battle!

"It's just my imagination."

The white one is cute too, with the fur on its back and its tail standing up and shrieking.

"Yeah!　You there, dragonet, find me a furry cavalryman to spread my damage!"

?

That's what happened.

No, it didn't.

"Hey!　Why should I be the one to go out and find a cavalryman!"

"You speak more fluently than I thought you would. White said so, but I see now that I have needlessly alarmed you, even though it was a misunderstanding, so don't worry about it and go home. Even though I was suspicious of you, I don't expect that much from the person I wrapped you up in a box.

The structure of the mouth is different from that of humans at a glance. It has long limbs and fingers. The claws seem to be strong. And a tail that comes to the knees. Despite its chest plate, it looks thin because of its hunchback and long arms and legs.

"You can't leave!　You're the one who needs to leave!"

"No."

"It's almost night, let's come back tomorrow, tomorrow!"

"Pass. If I leave now, I might not be able to come back for a while."

The store is ready to open.

By the way, White has already returned and is lonely.

"Okay, let's go look for him right away!　Come on!"

"No, I'm going to drink some tea and pick some more berries."

They have consumed much of what White picked. I want to pick at least a few more spring raspberries and .

"No, no, I'll go with you to find the cavalry now!　Let's leave the berries behind!"

"What?　Don't you want me to stay here tonight?"

"......!"

Bingo?

"Okay, let's pick berries."

I start humming and picking <, and Dragonut fusses with me.

"So, after all your talk about the cavalry, you're so quick to sacrifice other things when they're more important."

"Because you're so close to your summoner!　I apologize for any misunderstanding!　We will eliminate those who harm the beast that will be the rider, but we will not stand in the way of making the right connections!"

"You can't tell me why you don't want him here, but you can't trust him with the cavalry?　Hmmm?"

I wouldn't trust a man I've never met before to suddenly wrap me in a bamboo mat.

"Okay!　I'll talk to you!"

Huh?　Trust (that way)!

I thought there was something mixed in with the favor of the gods effect that increased the likability of the residents, but maybe that's why!　Are you okay, you dragonut, you're not going to live the rest of your life being cheated, are you?

"But if you tell another human being what I am about to tell you, or if you harm anything that appears here, I will do my best to kill you."

"Yes."

The pupils of the dragonet's eyes narrow.

"It's Miss ...... who's going to be out here, ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah,ah!!!!"

"What?"

"I was wondering where I've seen that before!"

Mr. Dragonewt suddenly starts screaming. He's a very restless man, fidgeting and shouting.

Maybe it's a man.

I'm not sure I can tell the difference between a male and a female when I meet a lizardman, but I wonder if I can tell the difference between a dragonet and a lizardman. I heard that it is difficult for humans to distinguish between male and female lizardmen, since they do not have different breasts, the male's p*n*s is stored inside his body like most reptiles, and his voice is a squeaky breath.

I looked at his chest and crotch, but he was wearing clothes, Mr. Dragonet. At least he has no breasts. He looks more human than Lizardman, and I have no problem judging from his low voice.

"Hey, are you sure that white summoner you just saw was a mystiff?

"What?　Oh, it's Mistiff, you know?"

I'm being crowded out for some reason.

Please call me!

"Don't be absurd, it will be three hours before I can call you again."

And I left it ringing. Normally, they are called only when necessary and returned frequently to allow time to call them back in the middle of battle.

"Three hours ......"

"What the hell is this?"

After a sigh, Dragonut speaks up.

"It's Mistiff who comes out here."

"Yeah?"

"It's a mystiff."

"Oh?"

"Hey, why are you so reactive?

I waited for the next word, then got scolded!

"I know it's Mistiff who comes out here, and I know it's the White Brotherhood, but so what?"

You don't know the value of a Mistyph pelt!

"I know very well that white fur is the best fur."

I listened carefully to what he had to say because something was not quite right.

Myspheres only appear in our world at night under the moonlight, but their numbers have been drastically reduced due to overhunting because of their pelts. It is said that the number of Mistyphs has been decreasing dramatically because of their pelts. It was especially bad long ago when Princess Beauty, who had made her name known all over the continent, announced that she would become the wife of whoever spread Mistyph pelts in their bedchamber, and was hunted down by those who wanted the princess herself, those who wanted the throne, and those who wanted Mistyph pelts by copying her. --Just when the white was on the rampage.

Of course, nowadays, Mistyhu pelts are extremely expensive.

"That's why Mysphees are so rare, and my master has ordered me to give them priority over cavalry animals. I have never seen a white Mysutiff before."

Mysphets are usually brown, with only white or black on their chest, belly, tail, and the tips of their arms and legs.

"These are Mysphets that we have protected from all over the world. They are not really suitable for the shelter of their masters, so they are in this half-way house."

"Who are the masters?"

When you think of a dragon, you think of a dragon.

He's on his way.

"Hmm?"

As I was about to ask back, I was hit by a considerable wind pressure from above. I held my feet to keep from being blown away and raised my arms to protect my face from the sand and gravel, but it soon subsided.

"You are the master of the white mystiff!

"Hmm?　Mr. Dragonut (...)?"

It has a chest and feathers?

There was a girl with magnificent golden curls that reached to her knees and golden eyes. She was equipped with feathers. I think it was something bigger than that, judging from the wind pressure, but it was a girl who seemed to have a big tone, but not as big as my chest.

Who's a dragonet!　Do you not recognize me? I am Pertin, the Golden Dragon Pertin, master of this mountain range."

...... don't know.

I would like to tell the girl who answers proudly that the only dragons I have seen are "Flesh" and "Bahamut". I don't want to say either of those things because I feel like I shouldn't.

"I've never seen a dragon in human form."

"It is not every day that a man comes face to face with a dragon, so I have taken a more familiar form to make it easier for you to talk to him. But it is certainly confusing, and I forgive you for your earlier rudeness.

He glanced at Mr. Dragoneut and compared it with his own form, seeming to have come to the conclusion that he could not blame himself for making a mistake.

They are beautiful and lovely looking, but their eyes betray this. Her eyes are rimmed with long lashes and seem to spill out, but there is an intensity in the way they look at you that belies their appearance.

So much so that even if the girl had told you she was a dragon, you would have believed her.

"But still, human, do you speak normally when you see me?"

"What is it?　Do you want me to respect you?"

"No, though I have it under control, I am still the master of these mountains, and I give off a strong vibe to others. I'm not very good at controlling it, if I do say so myself. Are you not afraid?

Not really, huh?

"Huh?"

I've never met gods or Bahamut, so I'm not afraid of them. I also realized when I met Verus that the gods must have suppressed their divine energy to a great extent. He may have been suppressing it, but he was still full of godliness. Well, I was fine when I met Verus, perhaps because I was used to it.

If I had been hit by his divine energy, I might have knelt down in awe and respect, even if the way he appeared on stage was a little stupid. Dangerous, dangerous.

And now I am sitting in the bed of Paltin the Golden Dragon, drinking tea and waiting for the time to summon White again. Mr. Dragonut remains where he is, picking raspberries on Paltin's order, watching the Mysphean's place for any offenders. He has a digger, but no pickers. is the fruit of this meeting (?). I'll pick again when I'm done, as I'm sure the parts I've already picked will be restored.

Mr. Dragonut, you are absolutely obedient to Mr. Paltin.

I felt that he treated me quite badly, but he obeyed me so happily that I wondered why.

Life is life. The dragon that grants life to a dragon does not give life so casually, because to give life to a dragon is to weaken itself unless it replenishes its power, and it is rare for a dragonet to be granted life even if it longs for the dragon and desires its power.

It is said that Dragonut is a race that long ago mixed the blood of dragons with that of demons or humans, and that it has a strong yearning for dragons, almost worshiping them, and a desire to renounce its mixed blood and become a dragon itself again. I read about this in a book ....... Is this one of the ways to return to dragons?

If I keep this up, my dream is going to come true in about two more molts," said Mr. Dragonut happily, though I couldn't make out his expression, his voice sounded happy. The structure of his face is so different from ours that we cannot read the small changes in his facial expression unless he gives us a very big reaction.

By the way, the next molt will be in forty years if nothing happens. .......

"Is that white really a mystiff?"

"He said so, and you say so too, Dragonut, so you must be a mystiff, right?　I don't know, I've never seen a Mistiff that wasn't white."

"Well, then I can't say much about them when I see them. If it's your summoner, I guess it's all right.

Paltin is fidgeting.

He is said to be a fluffy ski, but he is a poor dragon who has a dilemma because of his strong metallic nature and is aware that he does not have a good influence on spirit beasts, so he cannot come close to them.

"I've already done something in the past," he says, "and one of the mystiffs can't return to the spirit world after the dawn of night.

Parthin is sullen. This seems to be the reason why he cannot invite Mistyf to his bed and protect her.

South of the mountain range where Paltin is usually found, the Barron side has fewer trees and more rocky terrain. Instead, mineral resources are said to be abundant, and dragons with strong attributes and powerful spirits influence even the climate and terrain with their attributes.

"What happened to that Mistyph that can't come back?"

She has promised me the protection of other Mistiffs and is traveling the world to see if there are any Mistiffs left. She was a strong one."

A pitch-black Mistyph, they say. I'd like to take a look.

After listening to Paltin's story and talking about the effects of the title of "feeder," I serve him some food, and in return he shares some of the dragon ore in his bedchamber, it's time to re-summon the mystiff, so we move on to the mystiff's habitat.

He had moved all the way to the sleeping quarters because Paltin did not want to disturb the environment by staying in the habitat for too long for the aforementioned reason. Incidentally, when Paltin returned to his dragon form, he grabbed me by the eagle and carried me away.

"Oh, is it time to go?"

Mr. Dragonut notices us and comes up to us.

"Yes, I can call him now."

The sun is setting, leaving only a faint orange cloud along the horizon, and it's time for Mysphe to leave.

With both of them looking at me, I call out White.

"What, you're not in a battle?"

The first thing that comes out of his mouth is this. I don't know why I've become so belligerent.

"White, let me introduce you. This is Parthin the Golden Dragon.

At any rate, let me introduce Paltin, whose fluffy tail is glued to the ground and whose eyes sparkle.

I am White. So you've decided that a gold dragon is a cavalryman?　Fancy."

I thought I heard Paltin and Mr. Dragonet freeze.