Confusion is all around.

Most of the resounding cries were in the language of the beastmen, but as I heard when I first left the ger, there were also some who spoke the common language. It was easy to understand why there was such a linguistic difference, thanks to the difference between those who felt like tribal warriors and those who felt like adventurers, just by looking at their costumes.

Of course, there was no time to leisurely analyze such things. That damned racist dragon is getting closer in real time. I braced my legs as I caught up with my thoughts trying to diverge.

What is needed right now is a highland or an open area that can cause the least damage to them.

I think it’ll be fine as long as you get out of the footprints, but the Warchief’s Ger is located in the center of the footprints, so there’s quite a distance. I hope he doesn’t arrive by then... Seeing that the little fingernail in the distant sky has already grown to the size of a thumb, it was close to futile hope.

[Owner, can you catch the dragon?]

Still, Este, who silently silences important conversations, quietly noticed and opened her mouth, contemplating whether or not to climb the guard tower that caught her eye, but soon gave up and started running again.

“How do you feel when you see it?”

[No matter how much he is the owner, he doesn’t seem like a dragon...]

“I think so too.”

So, I thought I would prepare everything I could and go. I even thought about jumping.

But what if it came directly to me? Since the lock-on was already applied, the option was gone.

[...sorry. I shouldn’t have used that last time.]

For a moment, I wondered what it was, but it was the Master Spark that I shot at the demon army stationed outside Epaga Sierra in Rengi. I couldn’t even think of it because I was in such a hurry.

“Be careful next time.”

[Is there a way...?]

From the looks of it, it seems that I was trying to ask if there was a follow-up. Thanks to that, for a very short time, I almost felt resentment, wondering if this was already seeing me as a living corpse, but I decided to put up with it for once because the situation was the situation.

“The way is always to make.”

Compared to the old days when he had to deal with the thieves with only the body of a child, wild magic application method, and sword, he is now a nobleman.

At least right now, even though I’m exhausted, my equipment is close to perfect, and I’ve never been lazy in training, so I’m confident that I’ve raised my skills to the best I can.

In that sense, I’m a better man than when I was thrown into the gate to save Esmue, I’m a better man than when I had Envelde’s neck cut, I’m a better man than when I’m dealing with orcs, or when I’m dealing with a javelin’s buffalo horn... No, crazy fuck

. what happened so much? I was trying to win mentally somehow, but suddenly I get angry? You make me remind myself of this shit. After all, that dragon is a harmful dragon.

“Really, I catch that bastard, draw blood, and drink it.”

[Suddenly?]

– Crow la la la!!

As if Este couldn’t react as if it was ridiculous, an incomparable roar sounded from the sky right above her head.

-Ne Tot Nebi Re Tginde Bun!!

Instead, he struggled in pain for a long time with another cry, then started looking for me with one eye shining. Running on needles has become as familiar to me as running up stairs, so I had the time to keep an eye on him, and before long I met the guy who spotted me running up the wall again.

Oh, I know what that is. It is clear that the eyes are stained with doubt and anger.

– Nebi Re!

Words similar to the shouts I just heard echoed through the air, and at the same time, a tremendous amount of magical power surged towards me.

The Eldmia in my head, tense and spinning, shouted at the same time. It’s definitely the fucking dragon magic.

The smart body moved on its own this time as well. Like I knew it without even thinking about it.

Without hesitation, I pulled out the needle and removed the stairs, and when the intangible magic flew at a slower speed than my body fell, the rock was cut away as if dozens of blades were slashing.

– Quagga gagagak!

Even though I knew I had no time to admire it, I stuck out my tongue at the power of admiration, and again driving the needle into the wall to balance, I ran hard to escape the footprints before he cast another spell.

-Gi Tran Taret...!

I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about, so every time he says something, I start to flinch, worried that magic might come flying.

Fortunately, this time, as if it wasn’t magic, the guy who only revealed his bold teeth spun around in place as if he were doing a somersault, then started charging toward me. Judging by the fact that he would attack his head immediately after missing the magic once, it was clear that he also had a formidable anger control disorder.

I was rather fortunate. It would be better to deal with a bad-headed dragon than a good-headed dragon.

“Esthetic! Maximize your divine power!”

[What, what are you going to do?]

It was terrifying to see the creature flying straight into the air as if it were a guided missile and growing in size moment by moment, but more than that, the sense of relief that we had arrived at the edge of the rock wall at the footsteps was greater, so I forced myself to smile this time. could tell

“Riding.”

[Rye...what?]

I spurred on the rock wall and jumped towards him.

Even as I flew at high speed, the one and only pupil that accurately captured my appearance closed. It seemed that he didn’t want to lose the rest of his eyes, so his actions were swift.

It was also a movement accompanied by the confidence that my eyelids could block the stitches I had injected with all my might. Sensing that it would be a tough fight, I clicked my tongue briefly and pushed the esthete into his neck as hard as I could, passing his huge head.

Certainly, there was a heavy resistance evoked by hardness that was incomparable to that of the dragon, but the sword was still stuck.

At the same time, it crashed into the rock wall, chipping it away and soaring into the sky.