403 We're all out.

Today, we're all going to Moss Square.

I wonder if it's been a really long time since we've all been together. Anyway, the women are on a daily basis and someone is always doing something at my parents' house.

You won't tell me what you're doing if I ask. [M] You don't even break that lila's mouth when you say it's for future fun.

Really, what are you doing?

Well, I have a secret I can't really tell you about people either.

Whatever it is, we set foot in the dragon forest from the low sun to the east and reach Moss Square with pleasant footsteps.

In the moss square, Revaria, Fiorina and Reem had already arrived.

Fiorina and Reem play a lot with the Priscians during the day, but by sundown, they always go back to Revaria, don't they?

Flying through the lowlands of the Wang capital, Fiorina and Reem traveling to and from the Dragon Forest and my parents' house had become specialties to see in the morning and evening.

"What are you doing today?"

"Cocksucker?

Fiorina and Reem jump when they find us in the moss square. With that in mind, we greet the dragons in Moss Square.

"Grandpa, Mr. Ashel, and Revalia, too. Good morning."

"Uhm, well done"

"Huh. As always, you've been fine since morning."

"I'm with you."

"Not at all. More than that, Levaria seems used to it."

What is it?

"You were scared of Grandpa and Mr. Ashel at first!

'Elnea, make yourself comfortable there. I'm gonna eat you right out of your head.'

"Wow, help me. Grandpa, a bad dragon is about to roll his blood in a moss square."

"If you eat the whole thing, the blood won't fall on the moss."

"Ugh. Mr. Ashel is saying horrible things!

"Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh?

Yeah, why are you making so much noise in the morning?

You guys have to calm down a little bit!

"The culprit is Elnea, your brother."

"Grunt..."

Priscia hugged me with a spatial leap as I was fleeing Levary's horrible jaw.

"Mm-hmm. I want to make a difference. Priscia wants to see May."

"Right. You're back from the North, and you haven't seen him."

"That's right. We'd love to go to the North, too."

"That's right. We'd love to meet the Beasts of the North, too."

Yufi and Nina hugged me.

Priscia on the lower body. From the left, Yuffi's chest approached, and from the right, Nina's chest pushed over.

"Ugh, yeah. Right. Then why don't we all go?

I made plans for today, taking a cold glance from Mistral, who takes care of Luiseine and Old Sleighsta, who hold off Lyla, who tried to fly late.

But is training good?

I don't know what to say to myself, but I think I could have been alone. [M] But there's still a lot to be taught by Old Sleighsta, and I sometimes wonder if it won't take me a lifetime to reach the extreme.

Even during this time, Mr. Zildo just surprised me with his prowess.

So I think we should train as much as possible.

"There is no need to rush to life. Playing when you can is one of the lessons of life."

But old Sleighsta read my thoughts and gently narrowed her eyes.

"The land of the north. Well, I guess I'll send you home."

"Uh-huh."

"What!?

Me and Niemia were surprised by Mr. Ashel's abrupt words.

"Are you leaving?

"Uh-oh, I don't want to go home yet..."

"Huh!? Niemia, are you leaving?

Priscia looks like she's going to cry through anxiety as soon as she gets there. Neemia shuddered as she fled into my nostalgia.

Mr. Ashel, who saw it, laughs with a sigh.

"Your grandfather must have just said it. Play while you can. I'm the only one who's going home. It's bad for him to be away for a very long time."

"Your father is sad."

Right. After a long run away from home, those who wait will be very sad, won't they?

Long-lived ancient species of dragon tribe conjugal fights. I don't know how big that is and how much time it takes to fit in with each other. It's time for you to go home, poor thing. Besides, Mr. Ashel is in the process of relinquishing his role.

"Though I thought I could leave my dear Neemia because I trusted her. If we're going to take that side, let's eat them."

"Ugh. I'm a man. I'm thinking about your husband."

Now Mr. Ashel has the feather to chase me around.

Whatever I eat, it's not good enough!

Or, gentlemen. Don't laugh, help me!

Mr. Ashel's sharp, big fangs grab him by the collar and lift him. Everyone looking up at this one and laughing widened under their eyes.

"Come on, get on your back if you want to go"

Ask Mr. Ashel for permission, and everyone moves on to their backs.

Fiorina and Lehm were also on board, as a matter of course, but they were staring at Levaria like she was frightened.

I'm supposed to have to practice hunting and stuff to grow up, because it's pathetic to just train Fiorina and Reem as we all go out and play. You have no choice, do you?

Mr. Ashel, who put everyone on his back, rose fluffy as he roared divinely.

"I'll come back for another visit."

"It would be a run away after a couple fights, not a play. I don't have to wait."

"Huh. I'm here to take care of my grandfather. I'm not screwing up until the next day."

Mr. Ashel and Old Sleighsta speak ill of each other, but they're very close, aren't they? It's tough sometimes, but that must be, like, sweet.

When Mr. Ashel surfaced near the umbrella where the branches of the spirit tree were made, he began to travel at high speeds.

"Uh-huh. Okay, no, no, no."

And me screaming.

Could it be that you're not going north like this!?

I remained caught in Ashel's fangs.

Mr. Ashel doesn't seem to give a shit about me, but he flies across Sleighsta's old bond. He passed the umbrella of the Spirit Tree, quickly past the Dragon Forest, and over the King's Capital.

Mr. Ashel instantly flew up to a higher position than the clouds, but those in the King's Capital who were lucky enough to witness the beautiful giant were looking up at the sky.

A hunting ground for a flying dragon that took me and Listeir days to truncate. Mr. Ashel flies for a little conversation.

Yeah. A little conversation is about people on their backs. As always, I'm Mr. Ashel's fang gap.

Plugging over the forest of Urangaran, I heard a voice from above that looked even more pleasant.

When you're on an ancient species of dragon tribe, such as Mr. Ashel, you're surrounded by wind protection, so you're not affected by violently flowing winds. So we can normally have a conversation, and that voice will arrive.

Probably could put some protection on it, too, if you care about it. Levalia, who won't do it, is still Levalia.

The Urangaran forest from above was likely to be comparable in size to the dragon forest.

Well, I've never seen the whole picture, so it's not an exact contrast, but the deep woods stretching far east from the foothills of Dragon Peak were enormous enough from a person's point of view.

It is clear from above the clouds that the land of the north is an area that exists in such a way that it is surrounded by this deep natural forest.

Mr. Ashel flies while fine-tuning directions at my behest. Beneath its eyes we saw the meadows of Iskhai and the abandoned capital.

But that's just a fraction of the forest. Everything was a gap in the earth swallowed up by the woods, including the grasslands and abandoned capitals of Iskhai and the valleys to the west.

"Mr. Ashel. Please land not to frighten the people playing over there."

"To frighten you is rude"

"I'm sorry."

There were still flower gardens left.

In front of an abandoned capital, some Beastman tribe that looks like fun to play with.

Oh, I see it. I can see it!

With dragon qi in his eyes, he was able to slightly check the ground even from above the clouds.

Playing in the flower garden is here, both white and white, May. And what we're playing with around are werewolf boys and lion-breed girls.

Uhm, herbivores playing with carnivores. I think I'm going to have some weird worries. But the three of them are Beastmen, and you're sure it won't be a horrible scene.

Mr. Ashel descends slowly.

The three people on the ground, unaware of Mr. Ashel's presence, are playing with pleasure.

Mr. Ashel goes through a thin cloud of bright white and misty, heading to the surface and lowering altitude.

The three of them still don't notice.

But the adults noticed. Several adults watching in the distance were rushing to call the little one.

Mr. Ashel and we go down to see how it goes. And Mr. Ashel shows you such a gentle landing that even flutters and petals don't splash.

Adults, werewolf breed boys and lion breed girls of the Beast tribe were frightened, but unexpectedly, May rushed over here healthy.

"Hey, honey."

"Hello."

Priscia jumps off Mr. Ashel's back in a spatial leap and runs to May.

Two young girls running accordingly. I smile watching.

"I didn't know you weren't scared of what I looked like. You're gonna be a big shot."

"I guess it's because I was used to being in Niemia"

"I see."

Niemia was growing up, too. But for May, the difference between Mr. Ashel and Niemia's size seemed acceptable.

Niemia, Fiorina and Reem join the young lady who is even more delighted to reunite for a long time in front of Mr. Ashel than Niemia.

The Mistrals slowly descended so as not to inspire the people of the Beast tribe who ask how things were going in the distance.

"Are you a Dragon Nation!?

"That giant dragon. It's bigger than a black dragon..."

"But he looks just like the dragon Mae and I used to play with all the time."

In the distance, the adults of the Beast tribe exchanged words at some point.

With Mistral at the forefront, the women approach the people of the Beast tribe. It seems that the people of the Beast tribe finally understood when they found out what Luiseine looked like in that group.

"This, Master Luiseine. Well done."

"We're out of time. This is all your wives, Elnea."

"Oh, his..."

"All these people!?

No, Mr. Luiseine.

Will you not touch me now? [M]

Those gathered in front of the ruined capital pay attention to me.

And I still have my clothes collar bitten by Ashel's fangs.

Oh, what a pity.

"That's Niemia's mother. He carried us this far."

"Was I? I was surprised because it was completely different in size"

What a soothing conversation.

The toddlers, too, are having fun.

The werewolf boy and the lion girl were intrigued to see the Priscians, but they were frightened away by Mr. Ashel's giant body, which they saw for the first time.

"Well, I guess I'll go home."

"Ugh."

When Mr. Ashel flapped his wings, Niemia jumped at his mother in a hurry.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"You lied. You've never stayed in a moss square, and you've always been with Ernea and Priscia."

"Nah. It's not the same thing that makes you feel like you're nearby."

Niemia misses her goodbye buried in Mr. Ashel's fluffy body hair.

"If you miss me, you can always come home"

"Mother, come again."

Mr. Ashel rises to the sky as he spares his beloved daughter's farewell.

When Niemia looked big, she went up into the sky with her mother.

Tightly, Priscia was taking May's hand and twisting up Niemia's back. Fiorina and Reem are also flying away as a matter of course.

Mother and daughter swirled together over the sky and spared another goodbye.

And in the air, to the Niemias. On the ground, dropped off by Mistrals and Beasts, Mr. Ashel began flying eastward.

... No, no, no!

I'm still caught in my fangs!!

"Oh, I forgot."

"Terrible, terrible"

Mr. Ashel sees me hanging from his mouth. And I opened my mouth all the time.

"Ahhhhhhhh..."

That way, I will inevitably fall to the ground.

He's gonna die, he's gonna die!

If I get hit on the surface like this, I'm gonna be a pussy!

The only people who can fly in the sky are the Winged Dragon Nation.

I screamed as I fell.

"Hands-on Elnea, brother."

"Hmm, I can help you."

"Hello?

It was Niemia who was flying with me that saved my life.

Niemia cleverly caught me in the air.

Ugh, thank God.

Mr. Ashel sees me secured by Niemia, and in an instant he rises far above the clouds. And instantly disappeared into the eastern sky.

Niemia looked at the eastern sky unfortunately, but when she couldn't see Mr. Ashel, she went down to her original position.

Down on the ground, Niemia moves over Priscia's head looking small.

I finally got free of my mother's and daughter's teeth and jumped into Lila's chest as she fluttered.

Huge Mr. Ashel returns, and Neemia gets smaller. It was like a werewolf boy and a lion girl played with the Mays.

"You should come. It's fun for all of us."

My words held me back, and the two of them ran towards the young girls, bewildered.

"Dear Ernea, it's been a long time"

"Hello. Sorry I came all of a sudden"

"No, you're always welcome. But I didn't expect you to come on a dragon."

"I'm suddenly supposed to come, and I'm not ready for a souvenir or anything. Mr. Ashel... Niemia's mother sent me home."

"Really?"

It seems that the adults and Mistrals of the Beasts were after each other's greetings.

I also greet and watch the little ones play cheerfully in the flower garden.

There seemed to be a few people in the Beast clan who seemed more interested in Yufi and Nina, who had the appearance of two beautiful dragon people and melons than the little one, and Lila and Louiseine, who do my snatching, but they generally spent their time in moderation.

Relax in the Spring Meadows while we get tea or we all follow the food we had for lunch in the moss square.

Then, from the west, the animal tribe of the horse breed ran in a hurry.

"Yay, it's tough. To the west...... dragon clan appeared to the west!

"What?"

All of a sudden, the people of the noisy Beastman tribe. Several run into the ruined capital.

"It's an old dragon. It's progressing with horrible signs..."

Adjacent to the west of the northern lands, Dragon Peak becomes around the Dragon's Graveyard. If you mean you've been down the mountain from there, you're definitely an old dragon on the verge of death.

The Dragon Clan is familiar to us, but it's only a terrible subject for the Beast Clan.

And for us, the old dragon was just a little uneasy.

The Dragon Nation, when there is deep resentment, hatred, and suffering at death, becomes a rotten dragon without dying.

At this time of year, Mistral looked anxious, not only to me, to the dragon who dared to come down from the dragon's grave.

"Guide me. I'll check."

I called out to the beast people of the horse breed.