59 Dragon Nation Tears

Those of the Dragon tribe who were watching over the end of the matter, me and Niemia were getting closer and panicking.

"You were chasing that rotten dragon."

I was certain.

The men of the Dragon Nation who appeared in the story of the Rotten Dragon must mean those who are now in front of me.

They must have followed a missed dragon into the valley. But the dragon was cursed and turned into a rotten dragon, and I wonder if he couldn't get his hands on it and only had surveillance.

Who are you people?

With a frightened look on Niemia's face behind me, one man stepped forward and responded to us.

"I say Elnea Ease. Dragon treasure balls were entrusted to Rotten Dragon, so let me meet the woman he was spending time with in the garden"

"Hey, how do you know about the garden"

"I asked Rotten Dragon directly"

"Such an idiot"

The dragon tribes look at each other and have a conversation with each other.

I watched it quietly.

For them, I think the situation is unexpected.

Suddenly a giant dragon appeared in the sky and came down to earth when he thought he had fought out. If you think people have come down from that back, dragons like kittens who have come down with you do a huge thing.

And not least because he received the dragon treasure balls relative to the rotten dragon, and he exorcised the rotten dragon.

I take care of Dragon Treasure Ball with both hands.

The dragon tribe people were talking about something as they flickered their gaze at it.

And then you wrapped it up, and the first guy to respond comes out to me again.

"I am called Ranisame. I don't know how you heard about the garden, but that's what we were hunting down."

The man has a wrinkle between his eyebrows and a harsh look.

"If you hadn't shown up, that would have been our crusade. You took your prey from us. [M] So that dragon jewel is ours. Give it to me."

"Nha."

I'm surprised at the rest of the dragon clan. [M]

"It's a terrible thing to say about being sidelined. Weren't you just watching Rotten Dragons from afar?"

"You guys showed up where we were going to hunt."

Mr. Laniseme stares at me.

Heh heh. I'm not scared. A vain stare is less scary than the gaze of a warcraft.

Besides, they don't try to gaze at Niemia or Mr. Ashel.

I'm afraid of dragons, but you must think I can threaten you if I seem weak.

I can't believe these people are the same race as Mistrals.

"Yeah, well, you guys don't seem to talk about it, and can you tell me about the village? I'd like to speak to a woman directly."

"Stupid. A human spirit goes to our dragon village."

One tough bearded man in the rear screams.

"If you can't, bring the woman somewhere. I'll meet you there and talk to you."

"No, I can't let you see me. We'll tell you the story, you give me that dragon jewel."

Mm-hmm, you're going to be held hostage to dragon treasure balls. I wonder if that's all dragon treasure balls are valuable.

"I can't give you dragon treasure balls. This was entrusted to Rotten Dragon. I'll hand it directly to the woman."

"What the hell?"

A sudden young dragon clan lays his hands on a weapon on his hips.

Oh, this guy's a one-handed stick, too.

I wanted to give Mistral a name for a moment, but I can't give her a name on my own to annoy her, so I'll stop it.

"Tell me where the woman is. I don't want to argue with you."

"I can't tell you. If you don't want to fight, give me that dragon jewel."

The first Laniseme I spoke to had a calm atmosphere, but those who refrain behind it are belligerent.

Mr. Laniseme and I would like to talk, but the outfield is loud.

I wondered what to do, and Niemia, who had been quietly standing behind me before, grunted my throat.

Then that was all, and all the dragon tribes blued their faces and silenced themselves.

"We have not consulted or negotiated. Just give them orders. Take that man's son to the dragon woman."

Quiet, says Mr. Ashel from a short distance away.

"Hi-no-no."

I only felt that Mr. Ashel had spoken, but the Dragon Nation was afraid to slip out of its hips.

"Catch the man you represent. Ernea, get on your back now."

I guess that means on Niemia's back.

As I was told, I ride on Niemia's back and wrap my long body hair around her waist.

Niemia grabbed Mr. Laniseme with her hand, hardened by fear, winged him.

With a strong floating sensation, me and Neemia, and Mr. Laniseme caught by it, go up into the air.

Mr. Laniseme had his face drawn, but he never screamed.

"Um, excuse me. Can you tell me about the village?"

I tell Mr. Laniseme that Niemia caught me disappointed with both hands. [M]

Mr. Laniseme looked back and silently pointed to the end of Dragon Peak.

Niemia starts moving in the direction of the stab.

"Sorry."

Booshiri and Mr. Laniseme leaked words of apology.

"No, we're the ones who pushed. Sorry."

In fact, we're the ones who pushed forward with Mr. Ashel and Niemia's intimidation, so I think it's like this one to apologize.

"No, what happened earlier. I want you to apologize about Rotten Dragon. As a dragon man, I am ashamed that I have driven the dragon people to look like that. And..."

Mr. Laniseme said it once and looked at me with a determined look.

"The woman you speak of is my sister. I want you to meet my sister and talk to her. That's the truth."

When I finished, Mr. Laniseme took his gaze off of me.

After that, Mr. Laniseme did not try to tell Niemia anything simply by putting a fine modification of the direction.

And after flying for a while, I saw a small settlement on the mountain skin in the mountainous area.

Slightly spacious square and several crude stone houses. And some lateral holes dug into rock skin.

Is that the village of the Dragon Nation?

I am stunned by a more elegant position than I thought.

In the village, there was noise in the flying dragons.

The child flees to the horizontal hole, where the women turn right and left.

I wonder if all the young men were in their places just now. It's as small a village as I think it is.

Niemia slowly descended into the square after people fled right and left all over the village.

And let Mr. Laniseme go.

I unraveled Niemia's hair around my waist and stepped down to the village.

Niemia returns to her usual little figure when she lowers me.

Mr. Laniseme, who saw it, was surprised and round his eyes.

If you look closely, the villagers are surprised to hear from the shadows.

I guess dragons that can change are rare.

"This way, follow me"

Mr. Laniseme showed me around and I stepped into a house in the village.

Niemia is stretching when she rides over my head.

"I have a sister in the back. I'll explain the situation to the villagers, so please excuse me."

Say it. Mr. Laniseme leaves the house where he guided me.

I thought you'd be fooled for a moment and locked up, but from inside the house, you said, "Brother?" I was sure that I had not been fooled to hear the fine woman's voice.

"I'm sorry to bother you"

I said to no one, go to the back of the house.

Similar in appearance, it was a qualitative house.

The floor swept out of the ground. Only a few pieces of furniture were used up and are still going to decay.

There are no ornaments, and the windows are doors.

Immediately after entering is the living room and kitchen. One door fitted with a plate full of gaps behind it.

When I knocked on the door, a weak, anxious woman replied from the back.

"Excuse me."

I enter the room quietly, opening the door so as not to surprise the woman inside. [M]

The room was as crude as the first living room and kitchen.

So much so that a thin cloth of sorrow is laid on the uneven ground.

Other than that, there is only one old one and two sleeping quarters.

And in one of those bedrooms, there was a woman lying.

Black, long hair contrasts with pathologically white skin.

Her cheeks were slightly sprinkled and her lips were not glossy.

I can't see my hands and feet hiding in a thin futon, but it looks very thin.

You look like you're in your mid-twenties, but you don't know the age of a long-lived dragon tribe.

The sickly woman looked at me with the same black eyes as her hair, lying anxiously on the bedside.

"Ah, nice to meet you. My name is Elnea Ease."

You can't make me any more anxious, can you?

I stand at the entrance to the room and introduce myself.

"Hi, nice to meet you"

I knew a woman who replied anxiously.

You can't even do it, can you? 'Cause all of a sudden, when a guy from a strange tribe comes to the bedroom where he's sleeping, I think any woman would be anxious and alert.

If I were Mistral, I'd be swinging my blunt instrument down without question.

"Ha ha Nimia ni"

Neemia flies from my head to the woman's chest. [M]

You must have thought it was a kitten. The animal on top of my head suddenly spoke, and it flew to my chest. The woman had a surprised look on her face.

But to Niemia's adorable appearance, I immediately smile and gently stroke her.

"Heh."

All right, Niemia, good job. I feel a little of the color of vigilance and anxiety was removed from the woman.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

I told the woman about my earlier interaction with Rotten Dragon as I asked her how she was doing.

At first, I think he asked me half-heartedly, but when I told him about the dragon in the garden, he seemed to know it was the truth.

A woman who listens to me in silence.

And gradually I wept in my eyes, and overflowed them.

A woman who covers her face with both hands and cries ahhh.

I didn't know what to say, I just had to shut up and stand up.

The woman kept forgetting about me and crying, but as Niemia licked and leaned on the back of her hand covering her face worryingly, she gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I messed up"

"No, I'm sorry I ended up like this."

I cry in women's tears too. [M]

Female tears. I thought the emotions of sadness had definitely led me to the feeling that Rotten Dragon and the woman would go hand in hand.

"How foolish I am."

And the woman, little by little, told me the truth.

The woman's name is Anemone.

Mr. Anemone was so ill at birth that he could not live a decent life without the care of his parents and brother.

But my brother was kind, and he often took me to a nearby garden to give Mr. Anemone such pleasure.

And one day there, I meet a dragon.

It was horrible at first, but the dragons had no hostility, and gradually the two got along.

A dragon that appears every time Mr. Anemone comes to the garden.

We didn't do anything in the garden. We were just together, but gradually the two minds went through each other.

But my brother, who realized it, was afraid.

My dear sister is being targeted by a dragon.

Mr. Anemone desperately appealed to his brother.

If the dragon wants to, he's killed the moment he meets you.

That dragon is a dear friend.

But his brother had no ear to hear Mr. Anemone's appeal, and he took the young men of the village and went on a dragon crusade.

And the garden tragedy that happened.

Mr. Anemone had no skill to do it, he could only see it.

In Mr. Anemone's eyes too, I found that the dragon was suffering from a dying wound.

To the rest of the shock, he's been asleep the last few days.

I listened to Mr. Anemone and I was ashamed to cry.

What a sad story.

If the dragon could talk like Niemia. If Mr. Anemone is well. And if Anemone's brother, Laniseme, who guided us, had more ears to listen to. I was crying not only to me, but to Niemia, for the tragedy of all sorts of misfortunes.

"Thank you, you cry too"

"Oh, sad."

I'll gently stroke Niemia, who drops the grain of molasses and tears, Mr. Anemone.

"Thank you for listening to me like this."

I shake my head at Mr. Anemone, who smiles fine.

"It was a sad story, but I think. You two did put your minds together, and I thought about it."

That's why I'm sad.

"I've been entrusted with this by a dragon."

Tell me, I show Mr. Anemone the dragon treasure balls that I held dear with both hands.

I was wondering if it would be okay to come closer, but Mr. Anemone reached up so I approached him to deliver.

I hand Mr. Anemone the Dragon Treasure Ball.

"They say it's a dragon treasure ball, and it's a crystal of dragon souls and thoughts."

When Mr. Anemone received the Dragon Treasure Ball, he closed his eyes and gently held them against his chest.

"Oh, it conveys his thoughts. He's here."

Mr. Anemone makes tears overflow from his closed eyes.

Overflowing tears descend on dragon treasure balls.

Then what do you think?

Dragon treasure balls, originally shining in seven colors, added more radiance.

And the dragon treasure balls are sucked into Mr. Anemone's chest.

Mr. Anemone also showed no resistance and I was surprised to see that he was receiving dragon treasure balls.

Niemia was glaring at the dragon treasure balls and Mr. Anemone.

Slowly the dragon treasure ball was sucked in by Mr. Anemone, and disappeared.

"I feel the powerful vitality of that one."

Mr. Anemone slowly opened his lid.

I'm even more surprised.

Anemone's eyes, which seemed weak and weak until earlier, had a strong vitality.

Not only that, but the skin, which was a sickly colour, was glossy and tense, and the lips were stained peachy.

"The dragon's vitality has dwelt."

Niemia was glaring up at Mr. Anemone.

Mr. Anemone was also surprised by his own changes, looking at his hands and peeling his futon and looking at his feet.

This is what happens. I realized the true value of Dragon Treasure Ball and was surprised not to know how many times it would be.