109 Looks like a dragon cavalry exploration.

One dragon is flying in the middle of the day sky.

Dyed red all over its body, its dragon is an intermediate red dragon among the species known as the Dragon.

Its appearance of flying by cutting the wind is known as a symbol of despair on the continent of the human race.

That's because as it is, encountering this dragon is directly linked to death.

There were two shadows on the back of that dreaded being, unbelievably, usually.

Of the two figures, one wears full body armor that dyes his whole body the same red as the body of the dragon.

In that outfit, it's heavy enough to think that walking decently would be quite a heavy labor if you got off the dragon.

The other is a young red-haired man who is turning his hand around the hips of that red full-body armored figure and trying not to be shaken down.

What you are wearing is a familiar, qualitative robe as a magician's gear, but the robe of a man who should be in the wind of considerable momentum is not as hesitant as I thought.

The dragons themselves are deploying defensive walls to protect the riders on their backs.

This makes it possible for the rider to get on the back of the dragon without worrying about the wind pressure, but without this the rider will be in a situation where he can't even breathe if he gets flown at the speed of the dragon.

"Mr. Dora! Hurry!"

Red full-body armor raises its voice.

Actually, there's no need to raise your voice.

There is a spiritual path between the rider and the dragon, and the will only goes through if you think on your head.

But he's going to put it in his mouth to see if the rider side isn't used to it.

It's the first cup... >

"I don't listen to crying! Hurry!"

The rider slaps the body of the dragon with a bezel and a flat hand with his armor on it.

I don't even feel a slight itch for the dragon no matter how much human power I get beat up, but the fact that the rider is in a considerable hurry also leads to the dragon.

Would you be in such a hurry, the dragon would tilt its neck.

The dragon thought that the information the rider had was certainly not an emergency, but from the person telling it, I just felt like it would be taken as information that was not a big deal.

Anyway, the dragon shuddered slightly when he thought.

Still, the fear of meeting that guy for the first time leaves a deep wound in the heart of the dragon.

The moment I had my eyes, I thought I was dead.

I did feel a tremendous amount of power approaching their place of residence, and I didn't know what it was like for my people to be desperately trying to escape.

Although it was only a little sad that the weakest self was left as a sacrifice in the herd.

Still, before I met that person, I was still proud to be a dragon.

No matter how powerful beings come, the weakest of the flock, I am proud to say that I am what puts me at the end of a dragon that has been said to be the incarnation of death and despair.

Then you can't just get killed.

Even if it ended up being my own death, at least I felt like taking him on the road.

But when it came right up to me, the feeling I had until then collapsed into dust and disappeared.

Only the words "what is this" filled the contents of the dragon's head.

Can I describe it as the feeling of being stabbed with a blade right up to the top of my heart?

Signs of intense magic that will cover the area.

It's in there, signs of a cold, sharpened blade that won't even allow you to touch it gently.

The dragon immediately realized.

Oh, I'm going to die the moment I resist this even a little bit, he said.

Survival is nothing but unconditional surrender.

At this moment, the dragon threw away all the substitutes that were largely useless, even if they said they were proud, etc.

What happened after that is as Lotus Mita saw it, but Dragon thinks that even now in retrospect, that behavior then was the most correct and unmistakable choice of the time he has ever lived.

Then, after being made a covenant as a family of men to ride them all the way to the city, he returned to his dwelling place and said this with the eyes of his companions as if they had come across something incredible.

"You, why are you alive?

You guys were absolutely, dra you swore to your heart that if you ever got the power, you'd hit him with all your strength.

Even if that's another story, Dora, you can't imagine all that being on your back right now - all that noise, the sight of being a single master, right and left with one piece of information Liaris has.

I kind of got laughed at with my nose, and I couldn't help but feel like a word was waiting for me.

Still, my husband's orders are not what I found out what that horrible demon clan carved into the dragon demon stone in my head if I didn't act in the way I intended it to do.

"Liaris, don't say too much about it. If we fall from this height, we won't have one."

A red-haired man clinging to red full-body armor told him to hold back.

He's letting it go, and he's always wearing a plain colored robe, and he's the sorcerer you secretly call "Matsukira" because he's upside down redhead.

Though I didn't know what I would see if I was found out.

As a lover of my husband, Rialis, you know that the relationship between this man and Rialis, who is a blood muscle of the aristocracy and is now a school teacher out of business with the adventurer, is very good.

Those are two sweet people who can already shed honey like waterfalls from their mouths.

Dora, who has no interest in the cause of the people at all, wonders if she can manage to block the waves of thought that are leaking from Rialis every night, even during the night alone.

It's my husband's private story, so I can't divulge information anywhere. It's you, Dora, but if you ask me, that's what I have enough information about the two of us to write just one book on Noroke and that side of the story.

I sometimes wonder where in that cheeky body is packed with strength to do all that stuff every night, and what you call a human race is a really strange creature.

"What are you thinking, Dora?

A hand slapping his body is fisting from a flat hand.

Basically, Dora, there's no leakage of thought from your side to Learis'.

This is because you are better at manipulating thoughts than Liaris, Dora, but still, in the middle of thinking about things, it seems that you are somehow thinking about something extra, so much so that the signs will be conveyed.

I can't be honest with you, Dra, so I thought about what you answered and then I responded.

Information, it doesn't mean much to that person.

"I don't care about Mr. Lenya, but he's with a hundred soldiers now! You're a normal person!

I think you're saying that Lenya is not normal, Dora, but if you do say that as a normal person, I wonder if it's okay because I feel like a normal definition would collapse.

Az, who softly touched its body, speaks in a calm tone.

"Although Lenya is like that, she's human with him. I think there is always something called an unexpected situation, an unexpected event. I think the information that we're taking can pretty much crush that possibility. So we need to hurry."

I see, Dra, you nodded that if that's what you're talking about, you could understand.

It is true that no matter how great a power exists, it is rare, but not impossible, to perish with an unexpected blow.

I wish he could explain it clearly in that way, but with the back of a dragon pointing a little resentment at his husband, Learis is stabbing his hand in the shape of a hand knife with his armor on it.

Of course, there's no way that such an attack would pierce and stab Dra through your scales, but I kind of feel very angry.

Finally, dozens of scales are still weak things that have just grown, so I also don't want you to treat them too abusively, Dra. It's you.

The reason for this change is because the guy I'm looking for has pulled it off.

"Still can't find it?

"Based on the number of days, I think I'm back on my feet... at this rate anyway. No matter how many opponents are in a group from a hundred people, there's also the possibility of missing out..."

"Mr. Dora! Fly slowly!!

< It's impotent... could crash... do you mean fast or slow >

I'm not a bad husband.

I was forced to sign a contract, but Dora said you're a good husband to the point that you don't hurt your stomach because of the stress coming from dissatisfaction, but it was flawed on the balls that you occasionally give orders that aren't very clever.

When you throw up your braces, try not to kill them, or something like that is the last of them, Dra.

By the way, I didn't always crash because I flew slowly, but because it's a very tiring task, and I don't want to do it if possible, Dora, you're Ya because you fall easily, he says.

"Something like this, can't you find it by smell or something?

Unlike dogs... Well, I don't think it's possible I missed it.

The people on your back, they're looking for you with their eyesight, but Dora, you're exploring with signs.

Dora had the pride of saying that there was no way to overlook the presence of Lianya, who emits all those powerful signs.

From the city of Kuklika to the forest of Qi Qi, there is only one street.

Unless Lotus Mita had some strange temper and chose some unintelligible behavior of deliberately going a long way down the street and back into the city, it was bound to fall within your exploration range somewhere, Dra.

"You just want to find it and rendezvous.... even if it's not, it's prone to noise when you say dragons"

It wasn't your fault, Dra, I'd argue, but it's useless, so shut up.

In fact, as Az put it, the figure of a dragon flying along it over the street continued to cause a little noise to the travellers going down the street.

The information that the dragon cavalry is in the city of Kuklika is widely disseminated on the people's continent, but there is no way that they will be judged whether the dragon flying over their heads now belongs to that dragon cavalry or the wild that has strayed from its dwelling.

If you see someone on top, you may soon know that they are dragon cavalry, but it may be angularly difficult to look up at a dragon from below and see someone on its back, and fast flight speeds are also responsible for one end of the hard to see cause.

I want to go back to my address.

"Then find it quickly!

Do you want to go home early and mess with Mr. Az, and when I asked him with the thought, until then, Gus Gus and the handknife were stuck up against your body, Dra. Learis' movements stopped.

Az sticking on his back gives a surprise look at what the hell happened.

The mindful path is the only dedicated path between the dragon and the realis, so you don't have to worry about AZ asking you about the conversation by thought.

"Rialis? Hey, what's up?

"Hiya!?... hey, it's nothing!

As it was easy to hear, Az whispered with his lips against Learis' ear from behind, he raised an interesting voice and Learis' body jumped.

I'm sure he's got a red face in his helmet that can't be beat by armor, and when you laughed so loudly, Dora finally got a big reaction to that feeling.

< Found >

"Okay. Quick descent!"

He said he would die...

Or is it my husband's order, so I suppose I should let him see me die once. It was you, Dra, but I recall that I don't need to make my subordination meaningless.

I'm thinking about that, Dora. I see a bunch of little people with rice grain size in your sight.

Perhaps it's a gathering of soldiers that Lianya seems to be taking with her, but that group of people who slowly travel along the street, even though they say that's all Dra and you were traveling differently in the street, running out of your hips or with all your might, are moving toward the city at a constant speed without disturbing the lines.

It is also difficult to be too overly frightened, but it is also slightly sad to have little reaction, for once, as part of a race that falls into a strong category.

Even when we brought them to the woods, not enough dragons living nearby, speaking up to dragons that were quite far apart, there were reactions coming from rarity, but soldiers who were as if they had no connection with fear or confusion.

After all, when the commander was arrayed, I wondered if his men would stain it, etc., and if Lianya asked him, he would rip off dozens of scales again, while Dora, once gently winged, slowly lowered his altitude near that group he found.