Chapter 433

The reaction of the flying dragon managers who received the permit was spectacle.

“I never thought I would see this in my lifetime.”

And the expression of the manager in the position of leading them was even better. He looked at the permit in his hand for a while, scratched the back of his head, entered the building where the janitors work, and returned shortly after with something like a iron and something like a badge.

“Confirmed. I, Manager Lungan, will deliver a seal that proves the right to own a dragon through the right granted by the royal family to Sir Eldmia Ega, who has been recognized as the legitimate owner, today under the royal family’s brilliance.”

He handed me a silver flashing badge along with rapid-fire words that made me feel like he wanted to get things done quickly rather than something grandiose.

“You can hang it on your cloak, or you can hang it on your belt. If you lose it, it can be reissued at any time, so if that happens, just ask at the nearest dragon station. Are you a trained dragon?”

“Uh... I don’t know? I don’t know because I was captured by the demon king’s army. But he listens well.”

As soon as I finished speaking, his expression looked like ‘My dog doesn’t bite.’ It started to change as if seeing the owner of the dog claiming to be, so I ordered the flying dragon before causing any misunderstanding, and the guy listened to my words very sincerely, as he had always done, and sat down and raised his head.

“...you just captured this guy?”

Only then did the manager, who looked at the flying dragon in disbelief, faithfully placed the iron on the flying dragon’s chest and chanted an incantation without hiding his embarrassment. Then, in an instant, the scales that touched the pharynx melted, and one scale with the familiar royal crest engraved on it was completed.

“Is it a magic tool?”

“With a normal iron, drakes might be surprised by the heat, and there is also the possibility of counterfeiting. Wizards seem to be able to explain the principle diligently, but I don’t know that much, and Ega doesn’t really need to know. Just this pattern It is enough for you to know that you will not be misunderstood in public.”

While I nodded my head at the extremely correct explanation, the manager, who had finished his work, told me where my flying dragon would be if I stayed in the capital, and walked slowly.

Listening to his words, there were so many benefits that I didn’t know about because there were no letters or documents from the royal family. Feed, care, storage, and even free treatment in case of injury are completely unconvincing VIP services.

“In the first place, it is rare to recognize flying dragons as private property, so there is no separate law or regulation. It is also a story that is already outside of that realm in that flying dragons managed by kingdoms and royal families are owned by individuals. So, we I just take care of my drake like all other drakes in the royal family.”

It is said that if permission is granted at the family level, they send a dragon manager to learn the knowledge for a certain period of time so that they can manage the dragon on their own.

In the meantime, contrary to my concerns that the flying dragon might have separation anxiety disorder or selective anger control disorder, the guy entered the barn that would become his home as the manager led him and went to rest as if it were natural.

“Is the average of the flying dragons that demons ride like that?”

“It wasn’t like that. It happened and got caught.”

“It’s good, then...”

Shuddering at the fact that I would have had to prepare it myself if she hadn’t been there, I ate a spoonful of the steaming corn soup and, feeling the warmth rising from my stomach, looked over the letters Thieh had brought to me.

I was thinking of putting all the invitations in the fireplace, but I thought that they might be mixed with something related to the academy, so I decided to hold off for now. The letter from the royal family I looked at first, just in case, didn’t mean much because it was like a kind of additional documentary evidence related to the flying dragon, and the letter from Siegfried that I opened next was an extremely ordinary letter.

More precisely, they were stories about what Siegfried went through on the frontlines while I hit and crashed in Levien.

The demon army is stronger than I thought, but the allies also fight strangely well. It seemed to be far above the average of those I saw in the Empire, etc. Feeling a sense of distance similar to what I felt, the letter I sent with questions even wrote that I would like to know what it was like in Levien if I see it at the latest.

The fact that the same reincarnations shared similar senses raises even more doubts.

“Tee, have you ever heard anything specific about wires while working in the past?”

It was for that reason that I immediately asked Thie a question. After all, she belonged to the best personnel in the church she belonged to.

“You mean specific?”

And Thie raised my expectations a little by trying to make the question more specific, rather than taking a no-no-no attitude.

“It’s nothing special... The story that the Humans hold up better than expected against the demon king’s army, or the reason for how that can happen.”

“Ah... I didn’t have a chance to listen while I was carrying out the request, but the church often talked about it. Most of the speculations were that the gods were trying to balance it.”

“balance?”

“Yes. We believe that the gods always live in balance in a virtuous life. That is why the world does not discriminate whether they call them evil or good, and only receive a reasonable monetary reward.”

As if he himself hadn’t eaten yet, he naturally sat down, tore the bread apart, and dipped it slowly into the soup, continuing his speech.

“This is the same for the war between the demons and the humans. For us, this is no different from the war between kingdoms that often occurs in the western region. But unlike them, the demons can handle magic, so they exert relatively overwhelming power. If the war continues, it will naturally lead to the annihilation of the human race, so the hypothesis is that the gods who don’t want it are balancing it.”

“...Don’t the elves also have that kind of thought?”

“Did you know? That’s right. The elves, who have lived longer than our church’s history, move based on similar thoughts.”

The conversation with Lumings, which felt like it was going to be short, unexpectedly penetrated the essence. I needed to think about it a little more while writing the reply later, so I carefully put Siegfried’s letter aside and opened Seneran’s letter one last time.

“...what happened to Seneran and Master?”

“I haven’t heard anything, but is there anything bad written about it?”

“It’s not like that...”

There was only one line written in her letter, which was written in detail and even lamented about her life.

[I think you should come and see. Please come to Ogwen first.]