The three of us who came to support Aria and Dorothy.
Just at the entrance part of the hole, it came in the form of a perfect encounter.
Seeing how Richt was out of breath, he seemed pretty in a hurry.
"You fought the dragons, too, didn't you? Looks like he's safe."
"I did my best."
"Ho. You've grown, Fairis."
Well done - and Aria gently strokes Faelice's head.
For not being so praised by Richt, Faelice was slowly savoring the praise.
"I'm here to support the demon kings, but it doesn't look like you needed them. What do you do with the rest of the dragons? It doesn't look like we're alone."
"Uh, no. It's over."
"Huh?"
To Aria's words, not only Rose but also Richt and Faelis lean their necks.
Did you clean up all the dragons in this short time?
Even if such an idea passes behind your brain for a moment, it can't be a boulder thinking physically.
It would have been possible with Iris and Thysse, but Aria should not have had the capability of a service system.
"Uh... what does that mean?
"The bowl is wide. We discussed it peacefully. They're never coming near me again."
"I see... so you can't see the battle of the Demon King!?"