Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Lotus Ya somehow hides in the shadow of a nearby rock to the extent of her apologies, gently putting her face out of that shadow and asking how it was going as the terribly relaxed, or badly missed, air flowed.

Overhead, there was no point in hiding because the fur and rear squirrel armor floated, but Lianya felt like she had to do so for some reason.

Cloire also affixes it to Lianya's back like she said somehow.

At the end of their gaze to both of them, the red scaled dragon is even trying to pull or chisel out the chain that binds them somehow.

One of the chains is punched into the ground, but I don't see any sign of it coming out, how firmly and deeply it is punched in.

Neither did the chain body know the exact thickness from Lianyi's place, but it seems to be a rather sturdy substitute, and the dragon pulls it with a roaring voice, but no matter how much it pulls.

Is the material special or enhanced by witchcraft?

In any case, Lianya thinks it would not be an ordinary item if it were a chain of strength enough to completely enclose the behavior of a 10m class demon, but she doesn't know where it came from.

In the meantime, there is one problem that needs to be considered as soon as possible, as the question is set aside.

The problem is why the unusual item is wrapped around the neck of the dragon in a place like this, and the dragon is bound here.

First of all, it definitely couldn't have happened naturally.

For example, it is an act committed intentionally by someone, but in that case, the question arises as to what the intent was to do this.

I can assume that there was a presence there with considerable strength to put a collar around the neck of the dragon and say that it could be imitated to bind its actions.

But if that's all there is to be, for example, if you're here to hunt a dragon, it's just a story of hunting and killing and bringing it back, and if it's captive, I don't know what it means to be punching one of the chains into the ground.

When Lotus Yay began to wonder if it was a restraint while bringing some means of transport, Cloire poked Lotus Yay's back a bit to draw attention.

"What's up?

"Um, Doraemon, Neck, Around, Something, Hanging,"

Lianya, told and eyed, did notice, as Cloire said, that something on the collar of the dragon, like a dog or cat's name tag, was fluttering.

Something seemed to be written on the surface of that bill with a metallic gloss, but Lianya's eyesight doesn't even tell what it says there.

"It says something... you can't see. No way. Name tags? Are there guys like petting dragons?

"Unteachable, too much. Of the people, of the country, some of them, soldiers riding dragons, have, though the country. Possessed by Wyburn, is exquisite."

By the way, the subdragons and dragons are completely separate, and Cloir made me talk about the accumulation.

Yalong is a word that refers to a demon that looks like it outside of a dragon anyway, and dragons only refer to dragons.

"In ancient times, knights riding dragons, had, yes. Now, not a single one."

"I see. Because who the hell would do this?

"I don't know. I don't know, but on that bill, write, there are, letters. Somehow..."

"Somehow?"

"It's a gift. It's a gift. It's a gift."

Unexpectedly Lianya looks back behind her back and looks at Cloire and her face.

Lotus Yaya was about to say something stupid, but she looks back at the look on Cloire's own words and says her mouth completely uncomfortable.

"From who to whom?

"Come on?"

It's not like you know what I'm talking about. In reply to Cloire, what a lotus yaki I think.

"Take Liaris for now. Shall I take one shot?"

"I... finally get shot into the dragon"

With plenty of giving up emotional voices, Liaris says as she whines small.

"At the end of the day... Az, I'm going to get back to you properly..."

"Hey, what's giving you a dying vibe? If you die, you'll lose your face to meet Az."

I can't move a tingle, I can't actually move a tingle from the inside because of the armor's own weight, but from inside that armor, to the pounding and grunting voice of Learis, I slap that surface with a palm of my hand with the look of Lotus Ya just saying it's out of my heart.

Lotus Yaya glides the blood on her palm as she taps on the surface that is dirty with blood to the skin of the hidden rock.

"I told you it was properly experimented. Don't worry if you beat it to a rock at the highest speed, but if you're properly conscious, it hurts. It'll do you about the damage. Just stay conscious."

"Az-san... I've been soiled..."

"Don't make a bad dialogue out of people. It's mostly blood."

When Lianya came up with this method of attack, at first she was thinking of making the armor completely sealed.

Failure to do so was because it was easy to predict that blood would enter the interior from the gap and the wearer inside would be in terrible condition when hit by demons.

But I gave up on the matter immediately.

Because sealing it naturally chokes the wearer.

Rather, it considered that gaps should be created everywhere in order to eliminate the possibility of asphyxiation.

In a half-way gap, blood or flesh pieces can become clogged.

That's why Lianya drilled slits and small holes all over her armor to improve her breathability.

Thanks to this, the possibility of suffocation is completely gone, but instead some blood is all you want to get inside the armor.

"I want to wash my body... sticky and stinky..."

"I'll get you some hot water or something later, so be patient"

"Yes......"

Looking toward the dragon in an effort to launch the rear squirrel, which seems finally ready, Lianya will have a pompous look, keeping the rear squirrel throw at the sight that was there.

The cloire, who had already turned to you, remained a distant and vain eye.

There was a sight beyond Lianya's imagination that said the dragon, who gave up pulling off the chain, was squatting round with his head in his forefoot from his lying down position.

Apparently, he realized that Lianya had moved into an offensive posture, but he meditated on his eyes all the time and looked somewhere hilarious and pathetic, not to mention how a giant dragon he was shivering with puffiness.

Lotus Ya on the boulder was also so preceded by the sight that he could not mercilessly strike a blow.

"Hey, there's the dragon"

I didn't know how common my skills in different world languages were, but Lianya tried to speak up, mindful that they would go through the dragon.

A dragon, voiced by Lianya, opens only one eye that was meditating all the time, and sees the direction of Lianya as she asks how it is.

Apparently, what got through is that Lianya somehow guesses from the look of that dragon.

"If you have no intention of attacking you, tap the ground lightly with your tail once or respond"

Peetan, and weakly the dragon slapped the ground with his tail.

Seeing it, Lianya leaves the hidden rock shade as she prepares to deploy the magic of defense at any time.

Behind it slowly the armor containing the rear squirrel was lowered to the ground.

"Dragon, to, common language, that makes sense,"

Lotus Yaya understands that there is apparently nothing in the words of a surprising croir that goes exclusively to dragons.

If so, it was because Lianya's language skills would have chosen it and converted it.

"Chloe, I'm gonna have a little talk with that dragon, so will you take the rear squirrel armor off?

"Roger,.... take it off, before, wipe the outside, give it away, where, if you touch it, maybe, I don't know, this..."

Before the armor, which is rinsed with blood and flesh pieces, he takes a barrel of rags and water out of the inventory and passes it to the cloir, and Lianya approaches the dragon alone.

It was Lianya walking nervously so that whenever the dragon could suddenly move out, the dragon did not try to move out of the state of laying low, but is only following Lianya's movements with one open eye.

Eventually Lianya approached the body of the dragon to the point where it could be touched, gently letting the palm of her hand touch the body of the dragon.

The moment Lianya's palm touched her body, it was a dragon that trembled all the time, but when she found out that Lianya had done nothing more, she returned to a state of puffiness and trembling in small pieces.

He also finds that Lianya is quite frightened, but he doesn't know what he's so frightened of.

I'll just stroke the body of the dragon with the palm of my hand that I let him touch.

"You still have hard scales. Good material. The elasticity is impeccable, and the flesh is pretty good based on the feeling of pushing it back."

Because her body is quite large, the meat must be bright red, Lianya grunts, etc.

The dragon listening to the whine made the tremor louder and began to pound and tear away from its eyes.

As if a vendor who sees the flesh quality of a beef cow, Lianya, who was ascertaining the flesh quality of the dragon with her two hand thumbs and so on, notices a little bit that the dragon cried out, but immediately remembers that this dragon understands people's words, and rushesitates to follow.

"No, I didn't decide to eat anything..."

I thought you said you had a choice.

I look at Lianya with a look of surprise at the suddenly audible voice of Cloire, who was fighting with the clasp of Learis' armor.

"Talking?

< Ah, yes. Sorry. I suddenly talked to you >

"If you can communicate with me, more importantly... why were you chained up here? Plus, lower it down to the gift tag... the owner of the desire to be eaten?

< No! Actually...... >

An instantly denied dragon begins explaining his situation.

There were about ten dragons living around here, but I've been sensing you guys approaching for a long time, and I was only wondering if another stupid human being would have lost his blood without sexual punishment - or something like that.

"Hmm?"

< There's no common sense or reason for that. When a few flies went to raid, you did something outrageous, right? Lianya twists her neck when asked. To say fly is probably about Wyburn from the dragons, but I don't know anything about it. < Something out of common sense must have been done. There was a tremendous amount of magic we felt at that time. "Uh? Maybe you threw the rolling armor over there with the magic of When Cloire pointed to a chunk of metal that managed to remove the clasp as she struggled badly, she took her legs off the head the dragon was holding, brought her neck just a little, and stared seriously at Lianya. What are you doing? "Wyburn exorcised" Immediately answered, the dragon held his head with both forelegs as he put his jaw on the ground again, such as without treatment. < And anyway. From the amount of magic we felt at that time, we realized that we were definitely close to having a nasty potato... >

"I decided to run away, but you just ran away, because you thought you could come after me, so you decided to leave one as a lizard tail cut? Could you be the weakest individual in the dragons around here?

If Lianya says to continue after, the dragon gives some pitiful look.

You're right... the other dragons beat me up and it seems like this >

"So you carefully chained it up and even put a gift tag on your collar... aren't you guys the demons of the strong ones for once?

Lianya sees the chain connected to the collar of the dragon, as it should be unwieldy.

It's the chain the dragon used to restrain the dragon, so there's no way the dragon can cut it.

< It's not... people are just saying that on their own >

If it is a dragon that I said superior or ancient species, it is certainly strong enough to be called the strongest, but this dragon tells me that it is a normal dragon, and from a person's point of view, it is certainly a powerful demon, but if you fight, for example, the demon tribe of its status there, it is to the point of being killed lightly.

Please help me with all my life... otherwise I'll put up with quite a few places... I've only lived about 300 years... I'm about the right age with a pretty bitch >

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