"Right. This hill is apparently made of limestone. Green is... like weed there."
"Hmm, but there's a depressing forest down here, isn't there?
"Yes, then at least there will be insects."
Iris asked a lot.
"Why? Why are there insects?
"Flowers can't pollinate without insects. So we can't reproduce, but, look, look over there. The flowers would be blooming, wouldn't they? Which means at least there are insects."
"Hmm, is that what it is? So if there's an insect... it's a thousand-year-old dragon I'd like to see?
Astalot smiled bitterly.
"You did. But we'll find that later. Let's find out one by one first."
"Fine, fine."
When Iris said so, he floated.
And in the next moment he flew with great momentum, and disappeared from before Astalot.