"We must go straight to the Holy Land of Sacramentis."
Medea, who was looking forward to the date, frowned. A quiet tension swept over his white face.
'Peleus.'
"I have to go back right now."
Time was running out.
"Peleus will not bend."
Then all that remains is war.
Valdina must not allow the entire continent to be turned into an enemy.
And before that.
No matter how urgent it was, there was something that she couldn't miss.
"D'Angel. Cut this out."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Before Medea's command fell, D'Angel's Auror spun out like a whip.
Then, with its mouth wide open, the evil dragon's fangs were cut off and fell off.
Even though the ivory fangs the size of a bayonet were cut off, they showed their sharp and bloody expression.
Neril wrapped the fangs in leather and tied the straps roughly
"Wait, Sir Neril, be careful. It's dangerous to tie it up like that."
Gallo, who had been watching with his arms folded, reached out.
As Neril tightened the strap once more, their hands brushed lightly.
"It would be impossible to take the corpse of this evil dragon to the Holy Kingdom, right?"
Tom and D'Angel looked up at the corpse of the giant evil dragon with regret...
"It's not a big deal. We have to go back through the pitch-black forest, but even if we manage to take our necks, we can't put them on the boat because they're so big."
Gallo replied to D'Angel.
However, he also had a bitter taste,
'We have done the hunt of a lifetime, which every continentian dreams of at least once!'
In his heart, he wanted to summon all the mercenaries on the Facade to this place and carry the corpse with him.
"Brother Gallo, let's cut off his claws."
"Oh, what a great idea. Alpha, Delta, you guys take your scales. Draw as many as you can and collect them."
Tuk-tuk. Gallo grumbled, touching the dead evil dragon's huge body with his foot.
"If I want to pay for my treatment because of you, I don't want to pull out all the s
cales..."
As the acting head of the Facade, he couldn't have lacked money, but he had a grumpy look on his face towards the evil dragon, like a malicious debtor.
Then, Terrence raised his hand.
"That... There is no way."
His complexion was still pale, but his eyes were clearer than ever.
"The most powerful magic material in the world is here."
***
After a while.
"Your Highness. Climb."
The giant summoned by Terrence with the mana of the evil dragon, Locke, flapped its wings.
On Locke's back was a sturdy rope and a wooden palanquin to carry the expedition.
Locke's wings were certainly as big as the evil dragon. With a few flapping of his wings, he seemed to cross the sea.
"Sir, you should have flown this from the beginning. Did we need to suffer so much in the pitch-black forest?"
As soon as Gallo's words fell, Terence's eyebrows fluttered.
Boom. With a jaw-clenching sound.
Terrence glared at Gallo as if he was going to kill him.
"Do you want to die, Gallo?"
He growled.
"Do you know how much magic it takes to summon a summon that can fly that long distance with all the people here? Even if I die, it won't be possible."
It was a magic that sacrificed the heart of an evil dragon, so he was able to summon Locke.
"If the situation wasn't urgent, I would have kept this in the tower for a great deal."
"Did I hear it wrong? Use that precious dragon heart to summon magic?! Why don't you take your heart?"
Terence could hear the sad screams of his teacher, Magic Tower Lord.
"We're ready."
Alpha and Delta tied the evil dragon's neck to Locke's feet and wiped the sweat.
Since the mana consumption would be too great to take all of the evil dragon's corpses, the expedition agreed to take the evil dragon's fangs and neck.
"Your Highness. What about the interest?"
Meanwhile, Neril pointed to the sprawled Jason and asked.
"..."
"I'll just take care of it. It's a good opportunity to get rid of rats and birds without them noticing..."
As if she couldn't wait for Medea's answer, Neril adjusted her dagger.
She tried to get close to Jason and was caught by D'Angel.
"He saved Her Highness. Have you forgotten the iron rule of Agema? We do not repay the grace that saved our lives with death."
Then Gallo intervened.
"Valdina's proud knight may be like that, but our Facade doesn't have that. I'll take care of it. Leave it to me and everyone will work!"
Saying that he didn't know how to deal with the blood, Gallo pulled the leather strap in his hand taut.
"..."
At that moment.
"That's it. I'll do it."
Gallo raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Huh... Boss. I'll just take it. I think it would be less pitiful to let it go with my own hands."
Gallo showed sympathy for Jason for the first time.
But Cesare didn't even pretend to hear and strode past Gallo.
The jet-black auror that had torn the evil dragon apart was sweeping over his head.
"Wait."
At the sound of Medea's voice, his sword stopped.
"..."
Silence ensued.
But Cesare realized that she was now worried about Jason for his life.
Jason lost his mind and Medea looked down at him.
He looked at the two of them alternately and raised the corners of his mouth.
The last time Jason threw himself and was bitten by an evil dragon instead of Medea, he guessed it left a pretty strong impression.
'Then we can't deal with it here.'
If it keeps grabbing Medea's nerves, what's the point of removing his body?
"As you will."
As Cesare obediently took the Auror away, Gallo looked like his jaw had fallen out.
Now, our boss has put down his sword like a child who listens to Her Royal Highness's words?
"..."
Cesare took another step.
Then he stood in front of Medea, squeezing her shoulders lightly and turning her around.
Jason and Medea naturally occupied the space that existed between them. So that Medea would not see him anymore so that she would not even think about him.
His fingertips were soft on her shoulders, and his body was wide and firm. Cesare bowed.
"That's right. The final conclusion should not be a holy sacrifice."
The low, drowsy voice that spread to her ears left a dizzying reverberation.
Medea nodded slightly.
It was a small nod that would pass by if you didn't look closely, but he seemed to understand what he meant.
Cesare wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her forward.
Medea did not resist. No, she walked naturally according to his touch.
Beyond her passing vision, she caught a glimpse of Jason who had fallen.
"Medea, my wife... My companion..."
The rusty eyes soon passed by Jason and brushed across the barren canyon.
She wanted to deal with it right away, but not in a remote place where no one came.
A day-to-day death that no one sees or knows is meaningless.
The revenge that Medea will give him must be after power and honor are thrown Into the mud.
If Jason remembered all of his past life as Emperor, the fall would be even more painful.
Moreover, if Jason dies here.
Just as she was about to bite his tail endlessly, Cesare's thumb tapped her shoulder.
At first, lightly. Then, a little more certainly.
It was like a child's grumbling motion, quietly trying to get her attention.
"That's enough. You don't need to look any further."
Before Medea could glance back, Cesare's body completely blocked her vision.
Not even a handful of Jason's red hair was visible.
"...Let them find him."
Medea shook her chin.
At the far end, she saw a group of people who had just hurried into the gorge
My Princess has bright eyes. When did I find that again?
A silent smile spread across his eyes.
Cesare nodded.
Like a dog that accepts its owner's orders. However, he did not look like anything that suited him.
"Let's go."
Medea turned her head indifferently, and Cesare said as if he had been waiting.
Whee!
Terrence gave a shrill whistle signaling. and Locke began to take flight.
Peleus will be waiting for you, in the holy country of Sacramentis.
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