The outskirts of Farren.

It's a good idea to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're looking for.

The same kind of thing happened in the Humane Kingdom, and the same reason is the presence of High Sierra.

The residents of Farren and adventurers have gathered to catch a glimpse of the giant flying dragon (High She-Ra) that has no intention of harming people.

Since the fact that it's the flying dragon of Wyrm has already permeated the area, there's no one to mess with it unnecessarily.

On the contrary, some of them even gave the meat they brought to High Sierra.

In the midst of all this, Wilm was worrying about something while brushing High Sierra.

(Good grief. High Sheera is too conspicuous to go back to her home. If I bring her back with me, the location of the village will be known, but even so, I don't want to leave this guy alone, who has been following me so faithfully.)

It's probably because he already recognizes Hyshela as a companion, as well as Meldina, Cunaria, and Miselio, and that's why he's so troubled.

''Cru?''

Perhaps it was out of concern for the thoughtful face of Virum, but Heishela asked, ''What's wrong?'' I nodded my head as if to say.

'Hmm, nothing. Do you have any other itches?

"Kruang.

All right, that's it then. I'll bring you some food later, just give me a minute.

While lightly stroking High Sierra's neck, Virum thinks of a way to return to the village.

''Brother Vee, are you alright now?''

("Hoo? What's the matter with you all of a sudden?")

Vilm, who was walking while concentrating on his thoughts, reacted slightly, but when he immediately identified the owner of the voice, he began to respond with a blank expression so that the surroundings wouldn't notice.

''Hmm, last time you said you were coming back to the village, so I was wondering when you would come back.''

("Oh, right. I wanted to leave right away, but I had a bit of a problem. It's about High Sierra, but I thought it would be too obvious to take her home with me.")

("High Sierra... that big flying dragon you picked up the other day, wasn't it?")

When I tell him that I'm worried about what to do with Haishera in returning to the village, after a slight silence, I can hear Fumir's voice nodding alone.

''Yeah, yeah.......Brother Vee, it's okay. Hu, I have a good idea.'')

("Good idea?")

("How to get home with Heishela without being found out. So let me talk to Heishela tonight? Preferably in a big place.")

("All right, it's night. I'll summon you when I'm ready.")

("Hmm, I'm waiting.")

After finishing his telepathic conversation with Húmir, Wilm told Heiszhera that he was going out tonight, in addition to bringing some meat for the meal.

Not disagreeing with Wyrm's order, Heishela gave a single cry of approval, and then tucked into the meat that her own master had brought her.





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That night, Wilm rode to the shade of the mountains in the High Sierra and summoned Húmir as promised.

'Advent, White Wolf Princess Atmosius.

Along with Wyrm's summons, the tornado that suddenly appeared bursts, revealing Fumir.

''Brother Vee...!''

As soon as his gaze catches Virum, Foumil embraces him from behind with a speed that an ordinary man cannot follow with his eyes.

The same thing had happened before, but is this the best position for Foumil?

''Soong-sun... cun cun... Ha~, I'll settle down.''

The smell fetish (limited to Vilm) seems to be the same as ever.

As for Wyrm's, it seems that he's not in any particular hurry, and he's going to let Fumir do as he pleases.

Although Heishela, who has never met him, is surprised by Fumil's appearance, she is quietly watching him, perhaps sensing that her master has summoned her and the friendly atmosphere.

I feel that the gaze directed at Foumill is slightly envious....

After a while, Foumil, who has finally left Vilm as if he was satisfied, moves in front of Heishela with a nimble footing, moving around busily as if observing here and there.

In contrast, High Sheera, who apparently thought that being on good terms with her master = superior to her, maintained a prone position on the spot and didn't move even slightly, waiting for Foumil to finish observing her.

''Hmm... I have a general idea. I expected it, but High Sierra is a wind attribute. With this, it's fine.''

Okay, I see.

Apparently, Foumil had been looking into High Sierra's conforming attributes.

The results seemed to be as expected, and it seemed that Virum, who had heard that, also understood what Foumil wanted to do.

''Hm. I'll make Hi-Shera the family of Fu. If she becomes a family member and only half a spirit, she can change her body size as much as possible. We can return to our home without anyone finding us.

'Thanks, Hu. I'll take you up on that offer.

"Brother Vi's hands feel so good... But what's it mean that Brother Vi smells stronger than I thought?

Fumil was very happy to be petted by Wyrm, but then he said something he suddenly realized.

'It's probably because you were brushing them at noon or so. It's a big body, so it takes a lot of time to take care of it, and maybe that's how the smell got transferred.

"Brushing...? How sweet it sounds.... 'Hi Sierra, it's not fair, I envy you...'

"Kuh-kaa!

The friendly gaze was replaced by a look of intimidation, and High Sierra shifted her gaze to Virum, as if asking for help.

'Ah, I'll at least brush you off if Fu wants?

"Show no mercy. High Sierra, come brush up on your brother Vee and let's go!

At some point, it seems that they decided to play in Hoomil's mind.

In a manner of speaking, it was Virum who had tried to stop him, but he couldn't seem to say it strongly enough in front of Foumil's motivation.

It's not that they don't see you as an adversary, but rather, from the point of view of High Shearer, it's just a bolt out of the blue, if you think of it from the very beginning when he was responding to you in a submissive manner.





In the event that it was a battle, it was obvious that Foomil would be completely defeated, so at Virum's suggestion, it was decided to compete with speed.

The course is simple, the first one to do ten laps around the mountain wins.

If it was merely speed, Foumill was by far the fastest.

However, although it is possible to fly in the air for a short period of time, the repetition of climbing and descending will result in an increase in distance.

As a result, the Hoomil would have to avoid trees and rocks that could become obstacles.

High Shearer, who can continuously fly in the sky and circle in the shortest possible distance, also has a good chance to win.

'Hu, High Sierra, are you ready?'

"Hm. Anytime.

"Kruang!

Foumil responds to Vilm's words while keeping his posture low.

Even Heishela, who was not enthusiastic at the beginning, is now full of motivation due to the fact that her master, Virum, has taken care of her and there is a prize of brushing for the winner.

'Both of you, get ready...'

Fu-Mil waits for the signal to start, while Heishela waits for the signal to put all her strength into both legs so that she can instantly take off.

''Start!''

The match between the wolf spirit that controlled the wind and the flying dragon that flew freely through the sky had begun.