The red dragon just wants to do whatever he wants

"Name?"

".Artilicia."

"age?"

"Fifty!"

Looking at the young silver dragon in front of him with his head held high and a proud expression on his face looking forward to starting his Bard Trial, the Justice Claw, who was responsible for the entrance and exit of Dragon Island, looked at each other.

You can see the helplessness and suppressed smile in each other's eyes.

How could they not recognize the little guy in front of them who had tried to sneak away from Dragon Island several times before reaching adulthood.

Especially since Tiao has been growing up like this since he was a child.

Hmm. It would be impolite to describe it too much.

It is easy to be regarded as a pervert who covets young dragons.

One of the older ones glanced at the two young silver dragons standing behind Artilicia, and then his eyes returned and asked kindly:

"Why don't you wait any longer? Your teacher Alonso has mentioned more than once that your close combat courses are far from up to standard."

Hearing this, another female silver dragon who was seeing off at the Dragon Island Pass immediately pleaded pitifully:

"That's right, brother Artilicia, just wait for another five years. When I reach adolescence, Salena can be your bodyguard. By then, no one can bully her even outside the island. is you."

But these words were like a tail stabbing the male dragon's prostate directly, causing a stress reaction, and the scales stood up:

"I don't need anyone's protection! I can protect myself!"

The look on his face that he couldn't avoid was obviously because he had been hit hard on the face by the opponent's dragon claws during the dragon fighting course, and then he was helplessly pressed against the sand and rubbed back and forth.

"Besides, I'm a dragon. As long as I don't encounter five-color dragons and go head-to-head with them, it won't be easy to deal with those humanoids who are not as high as my knees."

The two experienced claws of justice were obviously not satisfied with this answer.

But he didn't reprimand him outright.

After all, being young and energetic is the norm.

And this is why they must travel to the island after they reach fifty.

This world is the natural second teacher for young dragons.

Some things can never be taught in a greenhouse.

Even if you need to pay some necessary price for it.

"Arrogance is often the beginning of misery, little one."

“Make good use of [Form Control], be wary of evil covetousness, and protect yourself.

"Artilicia, Dragon Island is released. Young silver dragon, please fly to a wider sky and fly freely."

Accompanied by the symbolic release ceremony of the two claws of justice, the young dragon who had just been controlled by these words of persuasion for a few seconds immediately ejected and started to fly under the gaze of his childhood memories, which was full of tears. Embracing the freedom that I had longed for for half a century.

This time, the claws of justice patrolling Long Island never caught him again.

Some people just send them off with attention, which all represent blessings.

Only Salena, who had liked to follow him since she was a child, suddenly couldn't hold back her emotions. She cried and pretended to catch up:

"Wow! Brother Artilicia! Don't leave!

"How will I live without you in the days to come!!! Artilicia!"

"Wait! Salena! Stop! Ah!!!"

The female dragon, which was restricted by the forbidden air domain, knocked the two claws of justice that could not avoid it into the sea.

There was laughter one after another immediately behind him.

Dragon Island has not seen such an interesting little guy for many years.

Each one is as stereotyped as a piece of metal mine waiting to be developed.

But just as the claws of justice across the island were smiling at this farce that made all the dragons laugh, they were bidding farewell to the Dragon Island flower.

An old silver dragon suddenly felt the sea breeze was noisy. He looked at the dark clouds rolling in from the seaside and smacked his lips. Suddenly he looked with some pity at the young dragon who was flying higher and higher due to his high spirits.

Before they could issue a weather warning in the form of magic communication, the dragons were shocked to see a dazzling white horse strike directly on the head of the Dragon Island Flower.

After a while, with the roaring thunder that finally came, the poor little guy was covered in black smoke and fell headlong into the sea.

But even so, Artilicia, who was afraid of being caught by her parents again, still flapped her stiff wings with all her strength and stayed away from Dragon Island.

The dragons on Long Island looked at each other silently and then dispersed.

Pretend nothing happened.

After all, as a silver dragon with a cold attribute, he would not drown in the sea.

Traveling is his own choice.

If you can't even fly out of the sea.

So what is the difference between so-called travel and jokes?

half year later.

After being tortured by reality and becoming destitute, Atilicia was already living in the form of a high elf on Devensel's elf ship.

As the waves rose and fell, Artilicia's bored eyes began to drift along with them.

In order to make a living, he is now the chaplain of the Devensel Seventh Fleet warship.

Yes, a dragon, a silver dragon who worshiped the platinum dragon god Bahamut, took a job as an elven priest.

For Atilicia, who is not afraid of divine punishment as a newborn silver dragon, being a priest is just about throwing away [healing] and solving the prayer problems of believers.

Anyway, those who help God are very busy and almost never respond to the prayers of ordinary believers.

If this is the case, who should we pray to?

What happened to praying to him Artilicia?

Could it be possible to be struck by lightning?

But it wasn't until Artilicia actually came into the role as the priest of this group of elven sailors that she realized that she had overestimated the problem.

Listening to the rapid footsteps behind her, Artilicia turned around with an indifferent expression and said feebly:

"Brothers came to me to confess again? How much can I tell you?" He has emphasized many times that he is just a priest who knows some [therapeutic skills] and does not accept psychological counseling work.

unless

The elf sailor immediately thrust a Devensel silver coin into his hand, and Artilicia immediately changed her words:

"Let me listen to your confession."

"Pastor Artilicia, I am guilty"

"Oh?" Artilicia's long ears perked up slightly.

"I woke up this morning and found that I had a wet dream."

Artilicia took a deep breath, and for the sake of the silver coin, she offered some comfort:

"This is a normal physiological phenomenon. God will not blame you for this."

"But I seemed to have dreamed about you, Artilicia, last night."

"." Artilicia resisted the urge to change back to her original form and sweep the blasphemous long ears in front of her into the sea with her tail. She raised her hand and pointed at the blue sea.

The elf was thoughtful, suddenly realized, and rubbed his hands:

"Pastor Artilicia, do you mean that the pure waves will wash away my sin of blaspheming you?"

"I want you to die!!!" Artilicia almost roared, feeling that her young heart had been desecrated.

"Yes! Priest Artilicia!!!" The elf sailor jumped off the deck as if he had been granted amnesty.

Although the elves who were already familiar with each other had long understood the pride of the military chaplain, they knew that the kind-hearted opponent was just a bit sharp-tongued and would not really let him die because of this small offense.

"Pastor Artilicia, I am guilty." Another elf handed over a silver coin.

"Tell me, what do you want to confess to?"

"The bathmate accidentally slipped while we were taking a bath."

"What about the elves? I'll throw in a [healing spell]." Halfway through, Atilicia suddenly felt something was wrong.

If it was just a bathing friend who fell and was injured, then what kind of sin was this elf trying to atone for?

Under Artilicia's increasingly sharp eyes, the elf immediately confessed with a guilty conscience:

"Then we accidentally slipped in."

"Accidentally? Aha!" Artilicia suddenly laughed in a low tone.

Then he suddenly pulled out the alchemy repeating crossbow from his waist and started firing at the buttocks of the elves who dispersed:

"What an accident!!! I, Artilisia, will clean up the scourge of you crazy people today for God!"

Seeing that each of the elves was about to be judged righteously by the priest, the elves who were limping out of the cabin knelt down to Artilicia with a pop, and shouted in tears:

"Pastor Artilicia! Stop it, stop it!

“Actually, I slipped and fell on purpose!!!

"I just

"I'm just jealous because they only covet your ass!!!"

"." Artilicia was silent for three seconds as if struck by lightning.

He immediately turned the crossbow's muzzle and aimed it at this scheming 0.

However, the group of elves quickly stopped them with all their strength.

Then, with the help of the half-ship elves, they collected enough atonement money for one Devenser gold coin.

For the sake of this gold coin, Artilisia forgave these elves with a wide XP, and used [Holy Light Technique] to perform an emergency steel door tightening technique on the elf whose buttocks were bleeding.

Artilicia dared to swear to Bahamut.

This is definitely not to make it easier for those damn elves to blaspheme each other.

In fact, this elf was seriously injured.

In this humid sea, if this kind of injury continues to worsen, the elf will die.

Especially when there is a possibility of fighting with that group of drow at any time.

As a member of the ship, Artilicia still knows what is important and what is important.

After finally calming down her anger under the money offensive of the elves, Atilicia finally heard a relatively serious prayer of repentance.

At least this time, the other party didn’t covet his Artilicia’s beauty:

"Pastor Artilicia, I want to confess to you and God that I may have fallen in love with a foreign race at first sight."

Artilicia, who had been mentally polluted by these perverted elves these days, finally looked at the elves in front of her with new eyes:

"Oh? What race is this girl? Human or Naga?"

"dragon."

"." Artilicia felt her butt tighten.

He knew that these perverted elves had no good intentions! ! !

"I fell in love with a red dragon at first sight."

"?" Atilicia was stunned for a moment.

Oh, it turns out that love is not about seeing myself turn into my real body at night and sneak out to run naked on the sea to relax.

"Red dragon?" Artilicia looked at the elf warrior in front of her in disbelief.

With such a size, the entire elf penetrated the cloaca of the female red dragon, and the other party didn't know whether it felt it or not.

"Yes, her name is Pavla. She is a female red dragon that has just grown up. She has a pair of beautiful dragon horns, beautiful fiery red scales, and strong and powerful curves."

Artilicia, who is also a dragon, can certainly figure out the charm of the other party through this short description, but the more she listens to it, the more she feels like her scales are standing on end.

Artilicia would not be the least bit surprised if a dragon discovered the beauty of an elf.

But an elf can accurately describe the beauty of a dragon

This is not a perversion! ? ?

Just when Artilicia was secretly despised, the dragon-loving elf was still chattering about the scene of love at first sight:

"That day, according to the orders of our superiors, after arriving at the Old Continent of Scanis, we disguised ourselves and hid the cabin, and instead of fighting with the drow, we secretly dug for manure, and saw the drow that had just woken up from the volcano to forage for food. Red Dragon."

"The earth-shattering dragon power made my heart and soul tremble!

"When she passed over my head, her figure seemed to occupy the entire sky and earth, and together it occupied my heart."

Artilicia curled her lips and seemed to have discovered a blind spot. She interrupted the elf's mental spellcasting on the dragon and asked doubtfully:

"No, didn't we go to the Old Continent to fight with Drow for territory? Why are we digging manure?"

The elf immediately looked at him in astonishment:

"you do not know?"

"what do you know?"

"We are competing with the drow for territory in order to monopolize the dragon dung mining rights in Scanis. For this reason, we have even started a war with those black men. It is known in history as the first dragon dung war. And. If the intensity of this war expands, it will become the second time.”

".I" joined the army halfway. Artilicia suddenly didn't know what to say.

And just when Artilicia's mind was shutting down, she saw towering 'beacon smoke' suddenly burning in the direction of the coastline of the Old World.

No. That seems to be the prelude to a volcanic eruption.

"Return!"

“Return immediately!!!”

"The red dragon has awakened!" Magic communications from other elf ships suddenly came from ahead.

The elves here are still looking at each other, isn't it because a red dragon has awakened? As for what all the fuss is about?

So much so that the perverted dragon-sexual elf's breathing became heavier, as if he was about to see his favorite idol.

"That female red dragon has entered the realm of legend! She seems to have fallen into [Endless Fury], run!!! Ah!!!"

Accompanied by the sudden eruption of the volcano ahead and the miserable howls of the elves, Artilicia saw a red dragon more than twice as big as herself rising into the sky and spraying death-symbols towards the elves and drow on the sea. of flames.

This is undoubtedly an indiscriminate massacre.

"Too strong" Artilicia has never seen such a powerful five-color dragon.

I never thought that when I left Dragon Island for the first time, I would run into a five-color dragon!

Still a legendary red dragon! ! !

run! Run! ! !

It was as if every limb was shouting together, urging him to transform back into his true form immediately and fly away. With this group of elves as cover, he might still have a chance to escape.

‘But if you do this, wouldn’t you betray your partners? ’

Yes, even though they didn't spend much time together, and these elves even had evil intentions towards him and repeatedly blasphemed him mentally, he still regarded them as his partners.

Accepting his companions when he was desperate.

At the critical moment, Yinlong's moral shackles caused him to lose this short window of escape.

Seeing that beautiful figure carrying the monstrous flames, it was about to devour them.

"Artilicia! Let's go!!!"

Artilicia was suddenly awakened by an elven voice, only to find that she was in a state of weightlessness.

Just as the warship was split into two as easily as the swooping red dragon tearing paper, Artilicia was pushed off the deck by the dragon lover.

Seeing that most of the elven sailors who usually chatted and laughed with her and even spent money to pray to her were smashed into meat paste stuck together with the broken deck, Artilicia was completely shocked. The dragon's eyes widened and it fell into the cold sea water with a plop.

At that moment, he felt his heart freeze together.

They are dead.

He was killed so easily in front of him.

Just because your own shit was pooped out?

Although if you put yourself in my shoes, you might feel angry about it.

But can anger be enough to kill thieves at will?

This is simply unreasonable! ! !

"hold head high!!!!!"

"shut up!!!!"

Just when the dragon-loving elf who had survived from the dragon's mouth holding the deck was still looking at the red dragon hovering in the sky, and was about to happily die in the other's saliva, he was shocked to see a dragon with another kind of beauty. His body rose into the sky from the sea, glared angrily at the red dragon Pavla, and breathed out a heroic breath of ice.

At that moment, the collision of ice and fire was like bright fireworks, and the dragon-loving elf was stunned.

He felt as if he had fallen in love at first sight again.

'No! I shouldn't be like this, I've obviously fallen in love with Pavla! This is betrayal! ’

'ah! It would be nice if Pastor Atilicia was here, so that at least I could pray to him before I die.’

The moment he looked at the silver dragon that suddenly appeared, he recognized him.

That's Pastor Atilicia.

It turns out that he is a dragon.

At that moment, he felt relieved.

I also forgive myself for my confession.

To be able to die with the silver dragon I fell in love with at first sight at the mouth of another red dragon I fell in love with at first sight.

He died a worthy death.

But the next moment, he froze.

The red dragon who was slapped in the face by Artilicia's breath of ice seemed to wake up a little because of this cold breath.

But it seems that there is only one point.

As if she was drunk, Pavla tilted her head slightly and looked at the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen in her life with a smile:

"Oh? There is actually a silver dragon who wants to be a hero. Then I will help you, little priest."

The next moment, the weak silver dragon was easily abducted by the extremely strong red dragon Pavla during the dragon's close combat.

There is no suspense at all.

And he and some of his surviving companions seemed to be directly forgotten by the red dragon.

The elves looked at each other.

They were saved because of Atilicia ‘Pastor’?

With Atilicia's death?

At that moment, many elves who had a crush on Pastor Atilicia were heartbroken.

But the next moment, they, who had already foreseen Atilicia's death, saw a scene that made their eyes even more tearful.

The red dragon that threw Artilicia onto the shore was directly in full view of everyone.

Ride up

"No!!!"

At that moment, Artilisia and the draconic elf, who were unable to resist, screamed in despair at the same time.

resounding on the shores of the icy ocean.

Heaven and earth share the same sorrow.