“Zelda, what... is coming to mind?”
Linel was a little nervous.
Just like Zelda’s expression now, their first meeting hadn’t been particularly pleasant.
Judging by the question of whether they’d met before marriage, he seemed to be remembering that day, of all days, they’d met at the “Confident Night Clinic” run by Wizard Big.
Why, of all the days, do they struggle with love?
While Linel was quivering, Zelda recalled the memory that had flashed through her mind just moments before.
It was inside Wizard Big’s clinic.
She remembered going to get the magic potion before the state wedding, but since her memory of Linel had been erased, meeting him that day had also disappeared.
Then, a fragment of the memory, interrupted by a headache, surfaced.
“Are you the Emperor or something? Why are you speaking informally to someone you’ve just met? You’re wearing your robes like a thief.”
In her flashback, she was glaring at a man in the clinic, quietly cursing.
The man, speaking informally to her out of the blue, was rude to her, a complete stranger.
Zelda, too, argued with him, using both an eye for an eye and an informal tone, before receiving a magic potion and standing first. As she was about to leave the clinic, a man, his robe hood pulled down low like a thief, raised his head. She caught a glimpse of his face.
It was the Emperor who was allowed to speak informally to her.
The scene that followed was their first night together.
"Are you starting to remember now?"
Linel asked, lying on the bed with his arms crossed, as if interrogating her.
It seemed as if he was questioning her about their meeting at the clinic before their wedding.
As the acting Empress, she couldn't dare meet his eyes, staring intently at his chest muscles, frozen in place.
Zelda's memory was cut short as Linel slowly lowered his head toward her.
"Our first meeting was... really bad. Is that why you bullied me on our first night?"
Thinking back, she remembered Linel's apology for being rude on their first night, the day she regained her memories.
"Listen, Zelda. Forget about the day we met at the clinic and our first night. That's okay. Because the memories after that are the important ones,"
Linel said firmly, grabbing Zelda's arms.
"Does your headache feel bad?"
Bellos interrupted, asking her.
"I'm fine now. But why did I suddenly remember His Majesty?"
Zelda, still a little dizzy, placed a hand on her forehead and asked.
Bellos looked back and forth between them.
Neither of them knew they'd taken the same "magical amnesia potion." He hadn't intended to hide it forever, but the timing was inappropriate, so he kept quiet.
Bellos had previously observed Linel's return to his memory, and he'd assumed that contact between blood caused memories to return.
Sure enough, the blood on his hand had triggered Zelda's memories.
But because the amount of blood they had come into contact with was small, her memories of Linel seemed to flash back and disappear.
“Does it happen that memories return when our blood touches each other? I seemed to have the same thing... It seems like Zelda is experiencing the same phenomenon.”
Linel asked Bellos.
“I’m not sure...”
Bellos feigned ignorance and brought over the medical kit.
“If that’s the case, should I draw more blood to retrieve the memories?”
“Are you saying you’re going to intentionally injure yourself?”
Zelda asked, startled.
“What’s the big deal about shedding more blood? It’s more important that your memories return.”
“What are you doing?!”
Linel tried to place his other hand on the wound on the back of his hand, but Zelda quickly grabbed his hand.
“A wound is opening on your noble body, Your Majesty.”
Bellos quickly placed a gauze pad on the back of his hand and pressed it firmly.
“Hey, Lord of the Magic Tower! What are you doing?”
“Your Majesty, what are you doing? Stay still.”
When Linel shook off Bellos's hand, Zelda snatched his hand away and used gauze to stop the bleeding.
"Let's talk about our first meeting and our first night later, after I dress your wounds. It's not something you should discuss in front of your friends."
He nodded like a docile lamb at Zelda's words.
With a deep sigh, she took some ointment from the medical kit, applied it to the back of his torn left hand, and bandaged it.
Bellos looked at him enviously, and Linel glanced at him with a smug expression.
"Bellos, you should sit down too, my friend."
She lifted herself from the bed with the medical kit.
“Huh?”
“Belos is bleeding from your face, too. We need to treat it.”
“Lady Zelda...”
Bellos’s face was so touched that tears welled up in his eyes.
Linel found it quite irritating to see Bellos squinting his swollen face as he thrust his face into hers.
“The Magic Tower Master will take care of it himself, so why bother...”
He muttered with a murderous air.
“Your Majesty.”
When Zelda glared at Linel, he pretended not to notice and kept quiet.
“It must have hurt a lot. Fortunately, your facial bones weren’t broken. At least Your Majesty, it seems you controlled your strength.”
Zelda apologized as she squeezed some ointment and spread it all over Bellos’ face.
“I cast a protective spell just before Your Majesty’s fist struck. If I hadn’t, my face would have ended up like that.”
Bellos nodded at the gaping door.
“There’s no husband in the world who can be rational when his wife shows up unconscious in another man’s arms..."
Linel proudly insisted that his actions were in self-defense.
“But what if you just start throwing punches?”
Bellos complained to her with a tearful face, saying that Linel had put him in this situation just by hearing that she had been to the Valley of Death.
“You spoke well, you punk.”
Linel changed the subject to the Valley of Death while he was at it.
“Why did you go there all of a sudden? Are you in your right mind? Don’t you think I’d be worried? Thinking about the baby in your womb!”
She had expected this kind of reaction.
Zelda first took his excited hand and calmed him down, speaking calmly.
“Prince Norton came to visit me this morning.”
Zelda told him in detail the contents of the letter that Prince Calvain of the Pasha Empire had sent to Prince Norton via a carrier pigeon.
“If Emperor Adrian sent the letter to Prince Calvain, he would know that I am the Wyvern Lord. It’s only a matter of time before this fact becomes known.”
“But Zelda, even so, it was a risky decision...”
“We needed to be prepared. We don’t know when or where they might attack us.”
“So you went to Death Valley with just a mage, without any preparation? To confirm whether or not you were truly the Wyvern Lord?”
“It wasn’t just me; the wyverns Moiya and Moni were with us too.”
Feeling momentarily reduced to a pitiful existence, Bellos timidly argued.
“That’s right. We returned safely. Thanks to our friend, the Magic Tower Master.”
Zelda said to him, then smiled at Veloth with gratitude.
“Even so...”
“Your Majesty, I have a fever. I think we should return to my quarters and bring it down... Let’s go.”
Zelda lowered Bellos’s pointed hand and whispered quietly.
“Ahem, really? Then we should hurry.”
Linel beamed.
He was worried about her condition, but his heart was pounding.
He quickly sent her out of the room and spoke sternly to Bellos.
“We’ll talk later, Lord of the Tower.”
“Your Majesty, at least apologize before you go.”
Bellos’s polite request made him pause as he was about to leave.
When Linel turned back, Bellos stroked his swollen face, his expression exaggerating the pain beyond his own.
The grimace made the affected area sting even more, but he desperately wanted the Emperor to apologize.
“If I’m at fault, it’s that my wife is too pretty. I apologize for that.”
“...Huh? What do you mean?”
Bellos’s voice crackled with irritation as he asked again. What kind of nonsense was this? He hated how the Emperor had suddenly bragged about Zelda’s beauty when he’d asked him to apologize for assaulting him.
“Magic Tower Lord, have you ever considered my suffering?”
“Why should I consider such suffering?”
“You know it. Zelda is not an ordinary woman? Try to see things from her perspective.”
Bellos, who wanted to change Linel’s position, shook his head, but found himself listening to him.
“So, my pretty wife is pregnant. And then she suddenly disappeared. With that bastard who had always been in love with her. You must be shocked at this, right?”
"...”
Magic Tower Lord forced himself not to nod.
“But that bastard showed up carrying my wife. And she was unconscious. And that’s all? The husband witnessed it in that bastard’s bedroom! Still, you can’t believe it?”
Turn, turn. His eyes swiveled 360 degrees, and there was still time to spare.
Bellos unconsciously clenched his fists, empathizing with Linel's words.
'If you put yourself in his shoes, I completely understand... No, that's not right!'
Feeling as if he'd been told something, Bellos unclenched his fists and looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"
"How disappointing. I thought you would fully understand my anxiety."
Linel grew angry and hurried out of the room.
Bellos stuck his face in the middle of the open door and watched the two walk down the hallway, holding hands affectionately.
"Well, they say the one who gets hit gets angry..."
In fact, what was even funnier was that he couldn't refute the Emperor's words.
He had almost nodded at Linel's words, and even thinking about it himself, he felt dumbfounded.
A crow outside the window flew into the room.
"Kami. If you're jealous, you lose... The Emperor's words resonated with me so deeply. That's why it hurts so much."
The crow flew over to Bellos, who was muttering, and looked at him pitifully.
“Still, Lady Zelda touched my face. That’s enough.”
Linel was a little nervous.
Just like Zelda’s expression now, their first meeting hadn’t been particularly pleasant.
Judging by the question of whether they’d met before marriage, he seemed to be remembering that day, of all days, they’d met at the “Confident Night Clinic” run by Wizard Big.
Why, of all the days, do they struggle with love?
While Linel was quivering, Zelda recalled the memory that had flashed through her mind just moments before.
It was inside Wizard Big’s clinic.
She remembered going to get the magic potion before the state wedding, but since her memory of Linel had been erased, meeting him that day had also disappeared.
Then, a fragment of the memory, interrupted by a headache, surfaced.
“Are you the Emperor or something? Why are you speaking informally to someone you’ve just met? You’re wearing your robes like a thief.”
In her flashback, she was glaring at a man in the clinic, quietly cursing.
The man, speaking informally to her out of the blue, was rude to her, a complete stranger.
Zelda, too, argued with him, using both an eye for an eye and an informal tone, before receiving a magic potion and standing first. As she was about to leave the clinic, a man, his robe hood pulled down low like a thief, raised his head. She caught a glimpse of his face.
It was the Emperor who was allowed to speak informally to her.
The scene that followed was their first night together.
"Are you starting to remember now?"
Linel asked, lying on the bed with his arms crossed, as if interrogating her.
It seemed as if he was questioning her about their meeting at the clinic before their wedding.
As the acting Empress, she couldn't dare meet his eyes, staring intently at his chest muscles, frozen in place.
Zelda's memory was cut short as Linel slowly lowered his head toward her.
"Our first meeting was... really bad. Is that why you bullied me on our first night?"
Thinking back, she remembered Linel's apology for being rude on their first night, the day she regained her memories.
"Listen, Zelda. Forget about the day we met at the clinic and our first night. That's okay. Because the memories after that are the important ones,"
Linel said firmly, grabbing Zelda's arms.
"Does your headache feel bad?"
Bellos interrupted, asking her.
"I'm fine now. But why did I suddenly remember His Majesty?"
Zelda, still a little dizzy, placed a hand on her forehead and asked.
Bellos looked back and forth between them.
Neither of them knew they'd taken the same "magical amnesia potion." He hadn't intended to hide it forever, but the timing was inappropriate, so he kept quiet.
Bellos had previously observed Linel's return to his memory, and he'd assumed that contact between blood caused memories to return.
Sure enough, the blood on his hand had triggered Zelda's memories.
But because the amount of blood they had come into contact with was small, her memories of Linel seemed to flash back and disappear.
“Does it happen that memories return when our blood touches each other? I seemed to have the same thing... It seems like Zelda is experiencing the same phenomenon.”
Linel asked Bellos.
“I’m not sure...”
Bellos feigned ignorance and brought over the medical kit.
“If that’s the case, should I draw more blood to retrieve the memories?”
“Are you saying you’re going to intentionally injure yourself?”
Zelda asked, startled.
“What’s the big deal about shedding more blood? It’s more important that your memories return.”
“What are you doing?!”
Linel tried to place his other hand on the wound on the back of his hand, but Zelda quickly grabbed his hand.
“A wound is opening on your noble body, Your Majesty.”
Bellos quickly placed a gauze pad on the back of his hand and pressed it firmly.
“Hey, Lord of the Magic Tower! What are you doing?”
“Your Majesty, what are you doing? Stay still.”
When Linel shook off Bellos's hand, Zelda snatched his hand away and used gauze to stop the bleeding.
"Let's talk about our first meeting and our first night later, after I dress your wounds. It's not something you should discuss in front of your friends."
He nodded like a docile lamb at Zelda's words.
With a deep sigh, she took some ointment from the medical kit, applied it to the back of his torn left hand, and bandaged it.
Bellos looked at him enviously, and Linel glanced at him with a smug expression.
"Bellos, you should sit down too, my friend."
She lifted herself from the bed with the medical kit.
“Huh?”
“Belos is bleeding from your face, too. We need to treat it.”
“Lady Zelda...”
Bellos’s face was so touched that tears welled up in his eyes.
Linel found it quite irritating to see Bellos squinting his swollen face as he thrust his face into hers.
“The Magic Tower Master will take care of it himself, so why bother...”
He muttered with a murderous air.
“Your Majesty.”
When Zelda glared at Linel, he pretended not to notice and kept quiet.
“It must have hurt a lot. Fortunately, your facial bones weren’t broken. At least Your Majesty, it seems you controlled your strength.”
Zelda apologized as she squeezed some ointment and spread it all over Bellos’ face.
“I cast a protective spell just before Your Majesty’s fist struck. If I hadn’t, my face would have ended up like that.”
Bellos nodded at the gaping door.
“There’s no husband in the world who can be rational when his wife shows up unconscious in another man’s arms..."
Linel proudly insisted that his actions were in self-defense.
“But what if you just start throwing punches?”
Bellos complained to her with a tearful face, saying that Linel had put him in this situation just by hearing that she had been to the Valley of Death.
“You spoke well, you punk.”
Linel changed the subject to the Valley of Death while he was at it.
“Why did you go there all of a sudden? Are you in your right mind? Don’t you think I’d be worried? Thinking about the baby in your womb!”
She had expected this kind of reaction.
Zelda first took his excited hand and calmed him down, speaking calmly.
“Prince Norton came to visit me this morning.”
Zelda told him in detail the contents of the letter that Prince Calvain of the Pasha Empire had sent to Prince Norton via a carrier pigeon.
“If Emperor Adrian sent the letter to Prince Calvain, he would know that I am the Wyvern Lord. It’s only a matter of time before this fact becomes known.”
“But Zelda, even so, it was a risky decision...”
“We needed to be prepared. We don’t know when or where they might attack us.”
“So you went to Death Valley with just a mage, without any preparation? To confirm whether or not you were truly the Wyvern Lord?”
“It wasn’t just me; the wyverns Moiya and Moni were with us too.”
Feeling momentarily reduced to a pitiful existence, Bellos timidly argued.
“That’s right. We returned safely. Thanks to our friend, the Magic Tower Master.”
Zelda said to him, then smiled at Veloth with gratitude.
“Even so...”
“Your Majesty, I have a fever. I think we should return to my quarters and bring it down... Let’s go.”
Zelda lowered Bellos’s pointed hand and whispered quietly.
“Ahem, really? Then we should hurry.”
Linel beamed.
He was worried about her condition, but his heart was pounding.
He quickly sent her out of the room and spoke sternly to Bellos.
“We’ll talk later, Lord of the Tower.”
“Your Majesty, at least apologize before you go.”
Bellos’s polite request made him pause as he was about to leave.
When Linel turned back, Bellos stroked his swollen face, his expression exaggerating the pain beyond his own.
The grimace made the affected area sting even more, but he desperately wanted the Emperor to apologize.
“If I’m at fault, it’s that my wife is too pretty. I apologize for that.”
“...Huh? What do you mean?”
Bellos’s voice crackled with irritation as he asked again. What kind of nonsense was this? He hated how the Emperor had suddenly bragged about Zelda’s beauty when he’d asked him to apologize for assaulting him.
“Magic Tower Lord, have you ever considered my suffering?”
“Why should I consider such suffering?”
“You know it. Zelda is not an ordinary woman? Try to see things from her perspective.”
Bellos, who wanted to change Linel’s position, shook his head, but found himself listening to him.
“So, my pretty wife is pregnant. And then she suddenly disappeared. With that bastard who had always been in love with her. You must be shocked at this, right?”
"...”
Magic Tower Lord forced himself not to nod.
“But that bastard showed up carrying my wife. And she was unconscious. And that’s all? The husband witnessed it in that bastard’s bedroom! Still, you can’t believe it?”
Turn, turn. His eyes swiveled 360 degrees, and there was still time to spare.
Bellos unconsciously clenched his fists, empathizing with Linel's words.
'If you put yourself in his shoes, I completely understand... No, that's not right!'
Feeling as if he'd been told something, Bellos unclenched his fists and looked at him with a bewildered expression.
"Your Majesty, what are you talking about?"
"How disappointing. I thought you would fully understand my anxiety."
Linel grew angry and hurried out of the room.
***
Bellos stuck his face in the middle of the open door and watched the two walk down the hallway, holding hands affectionately.
"Well, they say the one who gets hit gets angry..."
In fact, what was even funnier was that he couldn't refute the Emperor's words.
He had almost nodded at Linel's words, and even thinking about it himself, he felt dumbfounded.
A crow outside the window flew into the room.
"Kami. If you're jealous, you lose... The Emperor's words resonated with me so deeply. That's why it hurts so much."
The crow flew over to Bellos, who was muttering, and looked at him pitifully.
“Still, Lady Zelda touched my face. That’s enough.”
Wasn’t that... she applied ointment because she felt bad for getting beaten up by the Emperor?
The crow spread its wings and patted him, thinking that its master hadn’t been beaten enough.
After Zelda and Bellos left, Moiya and Moni, who had remained in the Valley of Death, were having a good time being treated like adults by the wyverns.
They gave names to each of the nameless wyverns, strengthening their camaraderie.
“Let’s name you Big Guy,”
Moiya patted the large wyvern on the shoulder and blurted out whatever came to mind.
The large wyvern frowned at the one-dimensional name.
“What’s with your expression? If you give me a name, I should say, ‘Thank you,’ right?”
“That’s right. Shouldn’t you name me Big Guy? Shouldn’t you name me Discontent? Moni~?”
Moni also chimed in from beside Moiya. Je could have said no to both, but the large wyvern, after much deliberation between the two options, finally settled on his own name.
“Um... I’ll go with Moni,”
Moni said resignedly.
Accepting Zelda as their master, the wyverns, including the captain and Moni, began using formal language with the two young wyverns.
“Right. Good decision. Negative names aren’t good, are they, Moiya~?”
“But does our master truly not intend to use us for war?”
The other wyverns looked at Moiya and Moni with curious expressions at the captain’s question.
“Ah! Our master loves peace as much as the cold body, Moni~.”
“A cold body... what is it?”
“Yes. Her mating partner.”
Moiya dismissed Linel’s presence as nothing special.
“Moni, I’m starting to get hungry. We should be going now.”
“Ah! Until we get back, you all just be quiet and don’t cause trouble. Got it?”
Moni held Moiya's hand and flew towards the cave entrance.
"Are you... talking to us?"
The big one asked, looking around at the adults.
No matter how hard he looked, the only wyverns likely to cause trouble were the two magnificent baby wyverns that had hatched from eggs for 300 years.
"Yeah, don't mess with fire! By the way, when do we grow?"
Moiya asked the leader, waving his stubby arms and legs.
"Usually, we start growing after three months."
"Ouch? I'm three months old too, why haven't I grown?"
"Hmm. That's a bit odd. Are you perhaps not eating well?"
The leader looked at Moiya and Moni with a worried gaze.
However, judging by the two baby wyverns' bulging bellies, it seemed they hadn't stopped growing due to starvation.
"We need to eat more sausages..."
Moiya said with a resolve, and Moni nodded in return.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to ask Sharon to make a magic potion that makes you grow taller using the sausages she gives me, Moni~!”
“What on earth is a sausage that you’re talking about since last time?”
The big guy asked, his lips licking.
“I’ll let you try it next time we come. But what do you guys eat for a living?”
“We usually go into the sea to hunt, right?”
Moiya and Moni’s eyes widened at his tone, as if he were asking such an obvious question.
“Going into the sea? Aren’t you suffocating?”
“Why are you suffocating? We can fly freely even in the sea... Huh! Didn’t you know?”
The large man who spoke was surprised, and Moiya and Moni, who listened, were also surprised.
“Oh, you didn’t know. Then why don’t you experience it with us today? While we’re on the subject, how about we fly together and go hunting?”
Moiya and Moni’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the leader’s invitation.
They immediately left the cave with the wyverns and flew through the Canyon of Death.
“It’s so exciting to fly in a group!”
“Yeah! Next time, you should bring Aoshi too, right, Moiya~?”
The adult wyverns who had been flying freely through the canyon suddenly dove into the sea and came up again.
“Wow, let’s go in too!”
Moiya grabbed Moni’s hand and headed straight for the sea.
The two began to swim naturally through the water like the other wyverns.
The adults looked at the two babies and said in unison that they were indeed great wyverns.
In fact, experiencing the ocean for the first time usually takes some time to adjust, but Moiya and Moni adapted quickly.
“There are so many fish, Moni~!”
“Ow? Look at them. They’re just eating them without grilling them, Moiya~?”
“Ugh, I wouldn’t eat them raw.”
“Me neither! Fish tastes best when grilled thoroughly.”
The ocean was a veritable paradise.
The leader warned them not to venture too far and to stay close, but Moiya and Moni, experiencing their first experience of sea flying, lost track of time as they wandered around, eventually getting separated from the group.
The two wyvern cubs, who had been swimming as fast as they could in the sky, finally felt frustrated and surfaced after about an hour.
“...Where is this place?”
“It feels like an island, doesn’t it, Moni~?”
Moiya and Moni had arrived at Aklatto Island.
Kiew-!
At that moment, a strange cry could be heard beyond the castle walls surrounding the island.
Moiya immediately recognized the source of the cry.
“Ow? That sound is a Galaco?”
“What’s a Galaco?”
“There is. A monster with the body of an eagle but the head of a snake. And it has two heads, right, Moiya~?”
“How did you know?”
“This Lord Moiya almost had a fight before? But my master stopped me, so I ended up venting my frustrations.”
Moiya said, recalling the Galaco that attacked Zelda and her companions in the Elanji Forest on their way to the Tebello Empire during the Continental Hunting Tournament.
“Let’s go! I want to see the snake heads too.”
Moiya followed as Moni flapped her wet wings and flew towards the place where the galaco’s cries were coming from.
“Right! This time, I’m going to give you a good scolding, Moiya~?”
The crow spread its wings and patted him, thinking that its master hadn’t been beaten enough.
***
After Zelda and Bellos left, Moiya and Moni, who had remained in the Valley of Death, were having a good time being treated like adults by the wyverns.
They gave names to each of the nameless wyverns, strengthening their camaraderie.
“Let’s name you Big Guy,”
Moiya patted the large wyvern on the shoulder and blurted out whatever came to mind.
The large wyvern frowned at the one-dimensional name.
“What’s with your expression? If you give me a name, I should say, ‘Thank you,’ right?”
“That’s right. Shouldn’t you name me Big Guy? Shouldn’t you name me Discontent? Moni~?”
Moni also chimed in from beside Moiya. Je could have said no to both, but the large wyvern, after much deliberation between the two options, finally settled on his own name.
“Um... I’ll go with Moni,”
Moni said resignedly.
Accepting Zelda as their master, the wyverns, including the captain and Moni, began using formal language with the two young wyverns.
“Right. Good decision. Negative names aren’t good, are they, Moiya~?”
“But does our master truly not intend to use us for war?”
The other wyverns looked at Moiya and Moni with curious expressions at the captain’s question.
“Ah! Our master loves peace as much as the cold body, Moni~.”
“A cold body... what is it?”
“Yes. Her mating partner.”
Moiya dismissed Linel’s presence as nothing special.
“Moni, I’m starting to get hungry. We should be going now.”
“Ah! Until we get back, you all just be quiet and don’t cause trouble. Got it?”
Moni held Moiya's hand and flew towards the cave entrance.
"Are you... talking to us?"
The big one asked, looking around at the adults.
No matter how hard he looked, the only wyverns likely to cause trouble were the two magnificent baby wyverns that had hatched from eggs for 300 years.
"Yeah, don't mess with fire! By the way, when do we grow?"
Moiya asked the leader, waving his stubby arms and legs.
"Usually, we start growing after three months."
"Ouch? I'm three months old too, why haven't I grown?"
"Hmm. That's a bit odd. Are you perhaps not eating well?"
The leader looked at Moiya and Moni with a worried gaze.
However, judging by the two baby wyverns' bulging bellies, it seemed they hadn't stopped growing due to starvation.
"We need to eat more sausages..."
Moiya said with a resolve, and Moni nodded in return.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll have to ask Sharon to make a magic potion that makes you grow taller using the sausages she gives me, Moni~!”
“What on earth is a sausage that you’re talking about since last time?”
The big guy asked, his lips licking.
“I’ll let you try it next time we come. But what do you guys eat for a living?”
“We usually go into the sea to hunt, right?”
Moiya and Moni’s eyes widened at his tone, as if he were asking such an obvious question.
“Going into the sea? Aren’t you suffocating?”
“Why are you suffocating? We can fly freely even in the sea... Huh! Didn’t you know?”
The large man who spoke was surprised, and Moiya and Moni, who listened, were also surprised.
“Oh, you didn’t know. Then why don’t you experience it with us today? While we’re on the subject, how about we fly together and go hunting?”
Moiya and Moni’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the leader’s invitation.
They immediately left the cave with the wyverns and flew through the Canyon of Death.
“It’s so exciting to fly in a group!”
“Yeah! Next time, you should bring Aoshi too, right, Moiya~?”
The adult wyverns who had been flying freely through the canyon suddenly dove into the sea and came up again.
“Wow, let’s go in too!”
Moiya grabbed Moni’s hand and headed straight for the sea.
The two began to swim naturally through the water like the other wyverns.
The adults looked at the two babies and said in unison that they were indeed great wyverns.
In fact, experiencing the ocean for the first time usually takes some time to adjust, but Moiya and Moni adapted quickly.
“There are so many fish, Moni~!”
“Ow? Look at them. They’re just eating them without grilling them, Moiya~?”
“Ugh, I wouldn’t eat them raw.”
“Me neither! Fish tastes best when grilled thoroughly.”
The ocean was a veritable paradise.
The leader warned them not to venture too far and to stay close, but Moiya and Moni, experiencing their first experience of sea flying, lost track of time as they wandered around, eventually getting separated from the group.
The two wyvern cubs, who had been swimming as fast as they could in the sky, finally felt frustrated and surfaced after about an hour.
“...Where is this place?”
“It feels like an island, doesn’t it, Moni~?”
Moiya and Moni had arrived at Aklatto Island.
Kiew-!
At that moment, a strange cry could be heard beyond the castle walls surrounding the island.
Moiya immediately recognized the source of the cry.
“Ow? That sound is a Galaco?”
“What’s a Galaco?”
“There is. A monster with the body of an eagle but the head of a snake. And it has two heads, right, Moiya~?”
“How did you know?”
“This Lord Moiya almost had a fight before? But my master stopped me, so I ended up venting my frustrations.”
Moiya said, recalling the Galaco that attacked Zelda and her companions in the Elanji Forest on their way to the Tebello Empire during the Continental Hunting Tournament.
“Let’s go! I want to see the snake heads too.”
Moiya followed as Moni flapped her wet wings and flew towards the place where the galaco’s cries were coming from.
“Right! This time, I’m going to give you a good scolding, Moiya~?”
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