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When Isaac woke up, he was on the bed.

"Wake up!

Viscount Halifax speaks up.

He wasn't the only one around the bed, there were others.

"What's the situation?

"After the dragon left, Your Excellency lost consciousness. The time I was unconscious was long enough to start talking about what I was going to do when I brought it into the hotel out of town."

I don't have to ask because I know who carried it, etc.

Norman's report was what Isaac was looking for.

"Right...... You seem to have exhausted yourself by talking to the dragon."

"I can't help it either. Because they were dealing with monsters like that."

Viscount Halifax gently strokes Isaac's head.

- After confronting the dragon, stroke the head of his fallen grandson with all his might.

Though a grandson, Isaac is a child of the Marquis of Welrod and the Duke.

You won't get it in the future, such as the opportunity to stroke your head like this.

It should be an unforgettable memory for him for life.

"Even if you have the finest demon sword, whether you could have taken a step forward on your dragon opponent...... Nice to meet you."

"Even fairy tales say they are swords and spears, but they face dragons with one hand with tools that make their voices louder, etc... It was a really amazing sight."

Matt praises Isaac for his courage.

Then, the Kingsguard knight also continues to tremble with emotion.

After all, it seemed impressive that he approached the dragon with one loudspeaker hand.

"I owe that to Mr. Bridget for his courage. If you hadn't backed me up then, I wouldn't have been able to move either. Thank you. Hey, I was really scared."

"How dare you, well, you could have done that," Isaac laughed.

Isaac seems fine, so those who watched him get a relief look on his face.

In the meantime, Bridget was the only one swimming his eyes as he blushed for some reason.

"I heard how to make dragons grow up, but you didn't say what method you used for dragons living in other parts of the world. If I had a success story, I would have liked you to tell me first."

Now that Isaac is safe, Sieghardt hits Isaac with dissatisfaction.

Because he brought it up, the others also gave the expression, "Sure you do".

If there was a success story, I wouldn't have felt anxious if you had told me in advance.

It's not something that needs to be kept secret, so Isaac was intentionally hiding it.

I can't help but be dissatisfied with any of the differences.

Isaac looked at their reaction with a troubled look.

"I can explain that... In the meantime, Mr. Bridget. Knee pillow."

"Huh! I can't be ashamed to be in front of everyone like that."

Isaac gently slaps the edge of the bed with his hands and instructs him to "sit here," but naturally Bridget refused.

"It's a reward after the discussion with the dragon. I'm tired, so I'm healed. Lisa and Tiffany did this to me."

"Not only Lisa, but Tiffany too?... Then I'll give you a special reward. Just a little bit. If you touch anything weird, I won't forgive you."

Bridget stabbed Isaac with a nail, but the look didn't seem to vary.

She sits on the edge of the bed.

Isaac moved his body and moved to the edge of the bed to put his head on Bridget's knee.

(Hmmm. Not that I'm pettanco...... After all, that's not enough compared to Lisa)

The sight I looked up from Bridget's knee was easier to see the ceiling than when I looked up from Lisa's knee.

Naturally, it would be pathetic to compare it to Judith.

Even Lisa, the average size of the world, can see a clear difference.

If Judith had a knee pillow, he would surely have about the same impact difference between the Himalayas and the Japanese Alps.

The more pathetic I am, the more I make people realize the difference in race.

"That's why."

"Why?... Oh well. Is that what other people do?"

Sieghardt understood what Isaac wanted to say.

But anyone but him should want to know.

For the sake of others, Isaac begins to explain.

"I've had Lisa wear knee pillows before, but I've never had Tiffany do. So why did you tell Mr. Bridget that you two had knee pillows? That's to get rid of the walls of your heart. For the first time, I really feel resistant. Same thing this time. Mr. Bridget was about to say no. But when I heard Lisa and Tiffany were doing it, I thought maybe I could give her a little something myself. The same goes for dragons."

Viscount Halifax looks sorry where "I haven't had Tiffany do it".

But the others were listening to Isaac with a serious look.

"If it was the first time you did it, you would have been warned that it might be a human trap. So what if the other dragons are doing the same thing? If the other dragons are doing it, I think it would be good enough to listen to them. The first contact really creates a wall of mind. I heard the other dragons were doing it, and the walls of that dragon's mind should have been low. Like Mr. Bridget right now. He thought maybe a little bit, so he could ask the dragon to talk to him."

When I'm done, Isaac gets up.

"Eh, hey. I gave you a knee pillow because of it."

I put on my knee pillow with courage, but Bridget turns to Isaac, who got up lightly, looking unhappy.

Isaac can only laugh bitterly at this, too.

"No, because there's Mr. Mathias and Mr. Wolfgang, and there's my grandfather. Rather than that, everyone but Nicholas is older than me. Isn't it rude to talk to a woman about whatever she wants with her knee pillow on? I just had it done for an explanation, so I can't stay forever."

"That may be..."

"I'm glad you had a knee pillow. Thank you. If you don't want to, I'd like to ask you again."

That said, Isaac laughs and deludes.

(Shit, you sure were rude. I hope you don't mind me explaining...)

Isaac looks around subtly.

Fortunately, he said, "It's rude to talk from a woman's lap!" No one is offended.

But I didn't realize that Bridget herself, who gave me a knee pillow, seemed dissatisfied.

"The other dragons (...) are fictional beings that I've created. So what did the dragons think earlier when they heard that the other dragons were collecting what they wanted in contest format? Does anyone understand? Besides removing the walls of my heart, it worked."

"If there were any other dragons..."

Sieghardt thinks.

He is a merchant aspiration.

Effective against dragon opponents.

I wanted to somehow understand Isaac's thoughts because I feel like I could use them for business as well.

But it was an unexpected person who answered first here.

"Oh, could it be... Didn't you really think you'd lose or something, even though you didn't lose? I remember seeing someone happy when I was cursed too and feeling like I was losing money"

It was Matt who answered.

He had a life of incapacity because of the curse.

That's how he felt about the dragon.

And his answer was the same as Isaac had in mind.

"Exactly. If you keep attacking the city like you ever did, that dragon will lose nothing. It's the way it's always been. But when you heard there were other ways the dragons were gaining, you thought you'd lose money if you didn't listen to me. You just don't get it, you don't lose it."

Described to Isaac, together we understand what Isaac's talk was like.

If you live the way you've always lived, it won't be positive or negative.

But when I heard that someone else was getting a big plus, Dragon felt his position was relatively negative.

"The emotions that I think I'm losing made me anxious, and I began to assume that I would have to listen to me. So even if you showed grumpy along the way, you didn't let your emotions crush you. It also worked because you had a certain intelligence. If it was someone who couldn't have a conversation even if the words made sense, I'd be counting on your magic."

Isaac laughs, but the others didn't.

The way Isaac figured it out was if the other person came on board to talk.

As it looked, if it were just a flying lizard, they could all have died.

If I took a wrong step, it was a dangerous place, so I wasn't about to laugh.

"But I was confident that you'd come on the story. Mr. Villey's story said the dragon was left saying, 'Now make something better'. So if you showed him a way to make sure he got good stuff, there was something close to certain that the dragon would come to the story."

Seeing such an ambient reaction, Isaac further explains it so as not to worry you.

But that wasn't enough.

"But that would be no different than dedicating. It's just the difference between whether or not there's something unnecessary mixed up. Then it shouldn't be weird to have it all as a gift."

Mathias raises the biggest question.

I once failed to do something similar to the dragon opponent.

He thought he would be happier with all the offerings he could get.

So I didn't know what it meant to go through the hassle of contest formats.

"That required a process of choosing (...) for myself. If you put it plainly, it's like a child who's dissatisfied with the toys his parents bought him. Is that the place?"

"Oh, I see. Do you mean you need to make your own choices and satisfy them? Sometimes Claude doesn't even like the toys he chooses."

"Grandpa, my story won't matter here."

All adults with children understood, not just Mathias.

Even if I bought him a toy, he said, "I would have preferred that toy over there," and the kid can get grumpy.

Whether you buy the same toy or not, the difference in satisfaction is huge depending on whether you went through the process of choosing it yourself (...).

Dragons are the same as children.

I was satisfied because there was a process of picking up what I wanted myself.

That's all.

But that's all, it's hard to say no.

They're not kids, they're huge dragons.

I can't make that many thoughtful decisions.

It was everyone's common perception that Isaac's courage and judgment would be the result.

"You just have to think of it as giving away the thought of being filled, not the thing itself. What's different about kids is that they don't waste time saying 'I knew it was better that way' later? If it's that size, it's a pretty old dragon."

"It would be catastrophic if you were wasted with that figure."

Bridget's words loosen everyone's expression.

The way Cheng Long wastes time, because that sounds interesting.

Only Dwarf had a slightly drawn smile, as the city involved was not a hoarding one.

"I can't believe I read the character of the dragon from limited information and come up with precise measures... Brother Isaac is amazing after all."

Nicholas strikes and trembles with emotion.

Do what even the great men of the past could not do.

It was fortunate that such a man was his own cousin, living in the same time and seeing great things in front of him.

Somehow, I had a feeling that Loretta would be hit with dissatisfaction "I wanted to see it too" when I got home, but that's only trivial compared to one of these cases.

Because nothing beats the satisfaction of encountering a turning point in history.

"I just used it because the way I did it this time is because I'm a dragon opponent, and I'm not willing to use it in the future, and I want you all to not use it. I especially hope Sieghardt, who aspires to be a merchant, doesn't lie about 'others doing it, too'. Using it in a normal deal would be a bad idea."

"Okay, I won't do it. I promise."

When I was working part-time in my previous life, I said, "Isn't this a job you shouldn't do?," Isaac also felt thin.

So I was just going to do this one time.

Sieghardt also honestly follows because he felt it was a cowardly way to use it in a legitimate deal.

Because Dwarf products can compete with quality without having to use that method.

Isaac strokes his chest down, not the character of making money without his friend choosing the means.

That's when I felt my stomach rattle.

"Speaking of which, you didn't eat dinner because the dragon showed up before lunch. I'm hungry."

"Oh, me too"

"Me, too. But I'm preparing a banquet, so maybe it'll take a little longer?

The Dwarves were going to make a scene as a pre-celebration as the negotiations with the Dragon came to a good conclusion.

It also celebrates the birth of a new hero.

The grownups give up half the look in anticipation of what happens.

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Because I know what will happen just because it will go with the Dwarf liquor.

But I also feel like hanging out with you for just a little while this time.

We are more than welcome to make a joyous noise together, as we have also been seen in what may be the first occasion in all of the continent.

If it's just a little...

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Three days later, Isaac was out of town.

Because of this, it's to create a contest venue to allow city residents to visit as well.

If the dragon normalizes the contest it sorts, tourists may also come from other cities.

Because that way we might be able to recover the amount of damage the city has suffered so far.

There are two hundred elves, so it should be over soon.

Yet, why is it three days later that we started the construction of the creation?

That even had a simple answer.

- Because they were all drunk.

The joy that the dragon might no longer be harmed and the negotiated solution rather than the exorcism had a huge impact on the Dwarves.

In proportion to the magnitude of its impact, Isaac and the young people who could not drink had become so grand a feast that they felt alienated.

The celebratory atmosphere increased the amount of nature and alcohol, and humans and elf adults were framed to suffer for two days.

I couldn't have done it just a little.

But Isaac can't stay in HR.

When you're twenty, you'll get mixed up in it.

You have to be prepared to say that it's more of an inevitable disaster than having a relationship with Sieghardt.

Isaac was eager to discuss, for example, the placement of the audience with the city's face actors so as to turn away from such a situation.

It's important to know how far the dragon takes from the zone it reviews.

If you're too close, the dragon might get mad at you for "intent," and if you're too far away, you make it interesting.

The scale is so different that it was difficult to find a distance that I couldn't feel uncomfortable with.

"Hey, that!

Dwarves, who were grounded, shouted as they pointed to the sky.

At the tip of his finger, I could see something like a dragon flying.

"What can I do for you?

There was nothing to answer Isaac's whining.

You can't possibly know what the dragon thinks.

"If you don't know Isaac, you can't even tell," they even thought.

The dragon left somewhere after several rounds over about five hundred meters of the building site.

"... Fine, aren't you looking forward to it?

"No, no way..."

I try to deny Bridget's words, but Isaac couldn't.

"If the fun has only ever been about treasure fishing in the city, are you excited or what?

"Then you're scared when you find it less interesting than you thought."

"Mr. Claude, please don't. Aren't you really scared?... Expect the craftsmen who pride themselves on their arms. I'm sure you'll be satisfied with something."

"I hope so..."

Claude still seemed anxious.

Isaac also gets anxious because he knows exactly how it feels.

- I thought we'd have a lot more things to like, but it's not what I thought!

That's what I might be able to say and get rammed.

I can't help myself with all this.

It's all up to Dwarf, so I just had to hope I could figure it out.

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Day seven in contact with the dragon.

The contest venue is complete.

Instead of circling around like a coliseum, set up a tour seat in a semicircular fashion.

It was due to the consideration of making the dragon feel crippled and not to compromise his mood.

If the audience is told that it is an obstacle in itself, then let them honestly pull it off.

In the meantime, I'm just trying to be ready to cheer it up.

And while we're doing this, there's been a succession of craftsmen from all over Neuizen.

Some people only bring one item of pride, others bring some items.

He talked about choosing a product based on what was chosen as a dragon, and about his preference for a dragon.

Things seemed to be going well and Isaac was relieved so far.

- Until the dragon comes.

The dragon came down near the contest venue even though he hadn't given a ready balloon yet.

The last time I was just flying over it, the elves and dwarves who were doing the work on this also scream "something".

Countless gaze tells Isaac to "check it out".

I have no choice but to take the loudspeaker I left at the venue and get close to the dragon.

"Can I help you?

Isaac doesn't answer anything when he asks.

I have bones in my forelegs, so I'm not supposed to be here to fight.

Watching as he thought things were strange, the dragon put his head close to the ground and spit something green out of his mouth.

"Is this enough?

Please wait a moment.

It was the scale that the dragon spat out.

The size ranges from twenty centimetres per sheet to one meter square.

Big ones can be given to the top winners, so a difference in size won't be an issue.

(Groans)

If it's going to be a problem, I'm spitting online.

But Dwarf may be fine with that.

"I even got saliva," he says joyfully in his eyes.

(Are you a pervert?

With all due respect, Isaac confuses Dwarf with someone who has a taste in buying spit in his previous life.

It's all my own imagination, so I'm really extremely rude.

At least, Dwarf should be happy as a material.

There is a clear difference between people who buy spit in their previous lives.

Isaac shook his head left and right once.

Because I have to shake off my ridiculous thoughts and answer what the dragon asked me.

"Thirty may not be enough. There are more participants than there were last week. About twenty people were chosen last week, so five times that. You might want to have a hundred."

"Well, five times."

The dragon lifts its nibble and mouth angle.

I know you're happy, but Isaac just seemed intimidated because his fangs would peel out.

"It looks like you also have a bone, but how much did you like it last time?

"About three. Should I have fifteen bones?"

"I think that would be better. Unlike the great dragon, we are small. There may be some undeserved people who think you're a pain in the ass about the dragon. Of course, it's not our responsibility to be well-educated…"

"Hmm, I'm bored worried. There are countless remains of those who invaded the territory. If you want a reward, you have to have the right one."

"Yes, sir."

The numbers Isaac put out are only numbers he put out in a huge mess of calculations.

Sometimes I like more things, and I can think of less.

"But this is the first time it's been held around here. There will be some things that are not even there, but the quality should improve as we continue to do so twice or three times. I hope you will see it in the long run, like the dragons in other parts of the world."

"I know. I haven't asked many of you from the beginning."

The dragon is literally looking down from high.

But Isaac didn't get unpleasant.

I got your word.

Rather, I was in a pleasant mood.

Now I can say, "You said you weren't looking for many of them," even if there was some trouble.

He won't easily withdraw foreword or anything because his pride seems high.

Nevertheless, we should be in a good mood just in case.

I decided to ask what I was trying to ask when I was in production.

"By the way, this is in the form of a contest. And the contest needs a name that makes it easier to understand what it's about. Are you sure you want to name the contest name 'Dragon Selection'? If this is the case, just say 'I am the winner of the Dragon Selection' and everyone will know that I am the honorable winner who created the kind of item chosen by the Dragon. Awards involving great men also need names worthy of them"

"... don't make me make anything more boring than using the name of a dragon, huh?

"Of course it is. The winners will continue to make the finest in their honor."

"Then fine. Looking forward to three days from now."

Leaving it at that, he flew away saying that the dragon was no longer needed.

Isaac is blown away at the instigation of the wings, but all he had to do was get his clothes dirty.

(Looking forward to it? You don't seem to be lying)

Isaac's gaze is directed at the bones and scales.

So much so that I'm preparing a reward in advance.

Though I don't know the extent, the word I'm looking forward to will be true.

(The rest depends on Dwarf's strength. But, madame -)

I tried to think it would be okay, but the face of a disgusting person floated behind Isaac's brain.

- What happens if one of the participants is like a pistol?

I'm just anxious I don't know how the dragon reacts.

I just want to avoid buying anger by putting out something I don't understand.

We must exclude the participation of such persons first.

(We need to do a thorough division. If anyone's bringing weird machines that I can't classify, I'll have them give up exhibiting this time)

Just because it's the first time, it's not a good idea to expect too much from the dragon's tolerance.

"The strange mechanical department" should be turned after the next time, Isaac thought.

(Oh, and I also need to keep an eye on those bones and scales. If anyone steals kossoli, it's a big problem)

I came here and a new problem came up.

For now, you should let the lookout be done with a mixture of Kingsguard knights and the knights of the Duke of Enfield family, Dwarves.

Unlike when I was a cultural festival commissioner in my previous life, I don't have time for my heart to rest just for my life-threatening minutes.

(I'm really dying to sleep on Bridget's knee pillow)

But there's no room for Isaac to sweeten someone right now.

We need to work hard for the next three days.

(All right, sweeten up to Lisa and Kendra when you get back to Wellrod. Push Nicholas away but it's sweet. Come on, one more step)

Dragon Selection Success = Be Your Own Success.

Even if Dwarf doesn't take my side, I just appreciate having a friendly relationship and making it safer behind Marquis Welrod territory.

Isaac knows it's time to work hard, even if it's hard, to welcome him with a laugh tomorrow.

Isaac regained his temper and went back to everyone.

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