The depression of the Young Lady.

Prologue

There was something that rose from the body of the crumbling the Dragon Lord. It shone in five colors. The more its brilliance grew, the more obscure the outline of Lord's body became. The actual time they were staring at wasn't that long. But it seemed to them that a long time had passed. It was also a realization of their own time spent on this incident. Yes, a very long time was spent.

200 years?

A person with a life span of 100 years, and even for the Elf and the Beastmen that would live 500 years longer, it was not a short time. But that's the end. No, it's changing. It's a sign of it.

It is said that when a dragon ends its life, its body returns to Nature as Mana. Was the Dragon Lord past his life? I don't know. But now the Dragon Lord's body, which had been knocked down by other persons, was returning to Mana. Now there was a thin stream of spreading mana around them.

Cale stared vacantly at the two confronting each other beyond. He had tired after the battle.

Elza, the Inquisition Officer, a girl about 10 meters away from her.

The mere sight of the situation from afar showed that something was going on, but he just thought.

It's none of my business.

Cale was already in good health with the Vitality of the Heart. Of course, he was hungry. However, the people around him are well aware of Cale's situation. Securing food will be relatively easy.

And, most fortunate, the Dragon Lord's residence did not collapse that far. It's a very fortunate thing. Cale was in a very happy mood for future exploration.

Cale turned his back on them. Beyond that I could see his companions. It looked ragged. But they are alive and standing upright.

Yes, there is no problem.

Cale just wanted to leave.

And as he turned his back on them-Elza and the girl- and began to step forward, that's voice came faintly.

"--Is my elder brother in good health?"

Cale recognized that it was not Elza's voice.

And nobody voice was heard after that.

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