Chapter 321: 321 Challenges, Part 9 - The Second Half of the Supreme Bishop's Trouble

"Assuming, we're talking about. Do you think I would tell you if I knew his weakness?

"No, it won't be easy. But shall we talk about this hypothetically? If when the Orange Bull plan is activated, it's already beyond your control... how are you going to take responsibility as the Five Wise Men and as the head of the True Dragon or as a friend of the Orange Bull?

"This pokes where it hurts"

Gwendorf looked like he had scuffed a bitter bug. That point was where he also cared, and what he feared most was how he would be unable to stop the Orange Bull. Pointed out what he cared about, Miriazar strikes after Gwendorf, who is frightened.

"Nothing. I'm not threatening you, the true dragon. But we're already behind it. I just want to avoid it being too late. We must not just sit and wait for doom. Gwendorf, we need your help to do that."

"... but"

"I'm sorry, but I can't put my hands on it either. I can't afford that anymore. We have to settle for anything while this body moves satisfactorily."

That's what I said, reaching for the glass. Her hands were trembling. Look at that hand. Gwendorf gets annoyed.

"Miriazal, you..."

"Now it won't be long. I told Miranda I wouldn't live a thousand years before, but it wouldn't actually last a hundred years. When I fought to get rid of the child ghost that had come to Arnelia before this, I realized my body, which was already motionless as I had intended. Originally my race did not live for 100 years. I was the only one who lived too long. Enough. Happiness, despair, tasted too much. But."

Miriazal stares at Gwendorf with a kick.

"You can't leave Orangeables alone. Perhaps this will be my last job. Not if his purpose is human domination or extinction. The living will soon perish. Weak and strong eating is also a natural reason. I'm not as fond of you as I am of losing, but I'm the one who has driven and trampled and lived the other too. We don't expect ourselves to escape the code.

But my instinct is that Orangeable's plan won't fit in like that. If it's a hopelessness anomaly that's brought about -- if it is, I'll stab him wrong, but I'll stop him. "

Before Miriazal's determination, a constant silence lies between the two. And eventually it was Gwendorf who slowly opened his mouth.

"Miriazal, I see your determination. Even for me, I promise I'll tell you as soon as I know something about the purpose of the Orange Bull."

"Bye."

"But brutal facts must be communicated at the same time. What did I tell you? I can't let you stab me differently than Orange Bull."

"What?

Miriazal is distracted. I thought they insulted me.

"Even if you can't win, enough to stab..."

"You won't be able to. Because there's a girl over there called Bradymaria."

Hearing that, Miriazar came up with a girl who had previously broken Arnelia's bond with her bare hands. Miriazal got on the Lifeless bargain at that time, not out of fear of Lifeless. I was afraid of Brady Maria's incompetence. Never fight without any preparation. That was Miriazal's intuition as a warrior.

But it was heartbreaking to be told that I couldn't do anything about it. Milliazar swells slightly.

"Why do they say that? Who the hell is he?

"I think I told you before, and in the time you were born, there was a myth that there was a legacy in the demons... a long time ago, a battle to cover the sky with fire."

Gwendorf's tone was heavy. It is a bitter memory for a true dragon, as well as a taboo that begins to speak to those on earth. Gwendorf was already at considerable risk at the stage of speaking to Miriazar.

"Are you talking about the eastern and southern lands formerly connected to this continent, and the middle continent of an awesome battle broke? I've heard of it, but I just think it's some kind of metaphor"

"That's a fact. That said, even in my early days as a dragon, I just looked up at the battle to burn down the sky in my nest, though. That battle is what actually happened. And we, True Dragon, won the game. Indeed, at the expense of its 99% companion"

"What the hell!? I didn't know they were going to hunt down True Dragon that far."

"Demon God"

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Words released from Gwendorf restrained Miriazar with ominous sounds. Miriazal, who stood up, sat down in his seat, trying to lose the weight of the word.

"Demon god..."

"Yes, a demon. At least that's what we were calling them. They were strong, had enough magic to surpass the high elves, flesh over the ancient giants, and immense vitality. It was a very small number of species, but I'm pretty sure it was a much better combative species than a true dragon"

"How could such a man be in this present world... no, more than that? How could True Dragon beat them?"

"Strangely enough. As you did to the Demon King, we also worked together across races. High Elves, Ancient Giants, Wings, True Dragons, etc. The demon gods were strong, but cooperation was such a remote species. I tied my hands at the end, but it was already too late. We picked up the win, too. If we'd lost out there, maybe humans wouldn't be in the world. No, even if I were there, I'd be kept as their livestock for the rest of my life. Because that's what they are."

Though Gwendorf's words sounded heavy, he was talking about a world that seemed unrealistic to Miriazal. I have confidence in Miriazal and the power I have acquired in my training. However, it is the story of the culmination of the true dragon, and it is impossible to think of any more superior species.

Miriazal stopped thinking after a while of thought. Because I thought it was a story that couldn't be helped by the hand pawn right now. If I regain my full-season body, I'm sure a dimensional event that won't extend far. To defeat those enemies, Miriazal was beginning to rethink some of the inhumane means he had never thought of before. Which can most certainly be defeated, with the least sacrifice and easiest to achieve? Miriazal's brain was spinning at all costs.

To some extent, Miriazar suddenly stopped thinking. Because we have already worked out some policies.

"I see, thank you for your valuable information. Is there anything else you can tell me?

"No, that's all for now."

"Okay. So we'll continue to collect information from each other on the Orange Bull case."

That's all I heard, Miriazal thought it was impossible to get any more information from Gwendorf, or he wanted to pull it off lightly. It was only by Miriazal, who experienced endless numbers of rushes, that he perceived the intrusion. And Gwendorf also left the scene behind, although it was to be hoped that there would be no further talk. Miranda comes into the room as if it were different from that Gwendorf.

"That was fast."

"Well. Busy here, too."

To say all that, Miriazar urged Miranda to sit down, put her elbow on her hand and began to sigh. I can see a lot of stray in that eye.

"What's wrong with you, what a bad tooth cut. You don't look like a master."

"You can get lost with me. Especially this time."

And Miriazar cursorily raised her eyes as if she were hesitant to ask Miranda.

"Tomorrow, Miranda... Lord, I traveled with Alphilis, what happened?

"What a vague question."

But Miranda didn't have to think about it to give her an instant answer.

"Well, in a nutshell, it's 'fun'. I'm not bored with her. Fate and the process. She doesn't get tired of just talking normally. I have myself wanting to live with her for the rest of my life, if possible. Weird?"

"Without any cowardice, you're right. That's all I'm saying. Is there any basis for saying that?

"No basis."

Now Miranda worried a little, but that was a moment too.

"Right, you kind of say you can't leave that kid alone. But I'm willing to count on you, and it's fun to talk about boredom... and I'm a jerk, and you say I've never felt bad about being with you and having something you don't like..."

"Okay, okay. Isn't that all your lord cares about about Alphilis? Well, that's fine. Now that you know it, you must speak to the Lord."

Miriazar blocked Miranda's words as she grinned bitterly. Imagine Miranda would never have uttered these words a long time ago, and Miriazal was very happy inside. And at the same time, that's why I have to say something cruel.

"It's Miranda. Lord, aren't you going to do the supreme bishop instead of the eagle?

Continued

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