Start!

Starting from Wyrm's signal, High Sierra spread her wings and took off into the night sky, while Foumil plunged into the forest with a blast of air.

It's hard to tell because the two sides have different routes of travel, but it's Hoomil who has taken the lead first.

Even though the High Sierra is advancing through the sky with no obstacles, it's probably the result of the time lag between rising to a certain height and accelerating from there.

Accelerating rapidly through the thick trees and rocks, Huumil is the very wind itself.

He easily climbed the cliffs dozens of times taller than he was, and on the way down, he kicked the sky like a gale.

High Shearer, who had been trailing from the start, showed no signs of impatience.

After reaching a certain height, her flight speed increased dramatically as she glided through the air.

Naturally, since there was nothing to act as an obstacle, the gap between the two was gradually narrowing.

"Kruang!

Around the third lap, Heishela overtook Huemil and roared excitedly.

''Mm, quite, I do.''

The medium-sized demon that was on the path of advance was repelled, and Fumil, who continued to blast away without slowing down, muttered in admiration.

Even though there is a handicap, it's probably an acknowledgement of High Sierra's ability to compete with his own fastest speed in the village of spirits.

It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing.

When the distance between the two sides was more than half a lap, and the seventh lap was about to end, a change appeared in Huemil.

The always sleepy eyes widened, the pure white hair and body hair covering his body stood upside down, four sharp canine teeth peeked out of his mouth, and the claws on his hands and feet reflected the light of the night moon like swords, emitting a dull glow.

''It's time to get serious. We've found out what High Sierra is capable of. Next, I'll show you what Fu is capable of.''

"Cluff?

Sensing an unusual sign, High Sierra involuntarily looked back, but she immediately looked forward and began to accelerate with all her strength.

He must have decided that he didn't have time to think about the distribution of his strength at the earliest.

High Sierra was flying at a speed of 30% more than before, but...

You're fast, you know.

The voice was heard just behind Heishela.

''This is the second time Fu is getting serious. So you should be proud, High Sierra.''

What Haishera's eyes widened in astonishment, what she saw was the figure of Huemil, who used all the strength he had to easily overtake her flying with all the strength he had, and moved away in an instant.

Seeing the place where he is gradually losing altitude, it must be true that he can't drive in the air for a long time.

The difference in ability is too overwhelming.

But although there is surprise and frustration in the eyes of High Sierra, the character of resignation did not dwell in the eyes until the end.

Is it because they don't want to expose their own abominations to their masters, or is it simply out of spite?

Looking at the result alone, this match ended in an overwhelming victory for Fumil, but High Sierra's ability to make her, a spirit beast, take herself seriously must also be quite impressive.





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High Sierra, you've done well.

"C'mon, C'mon, C'mon, C'mon.

Virum literally gives his all and sends his magic power while gently caressing High Sierra, who is literally out of breath from the five body throwing ground.

''That's strange. Hu should have won, but Heishela is being stroked.''

Fu watched the scene with an unconvinced expression on his face, already returning to his normal state.

''Fu admitted it. You don't mind giving him a little work, do you?''

Hmm. High Sierra, you were fast. Well, I appreciate you staying the course. That's one thing, but that's another. "I want my brother Vee to pet my brother Huu.

Sure. Come on. Come on.

Huh!

Fumir jumped into the waist of Virum, who was kneeling on his side, and buried his face in the side of her while her head was being stroked.

As it is, High Sierra, who saw her continue to sniff happily, followed suit and began sniffing with pispies and sniffing.

''Kruuu!''

Yeah. High Sierra, I know. Brother Vi's scent is supreme.

I don't know what you're talking about...

It seems that Huemil understands what Hyshela said, and he nodded his head incessantly while ministering to her.

It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.





After being stroked for a while, Fumir, who seemed to be finally satisfied, slowly moved away and walked over to Heishela's side.

Hy-Shera also seems to have recovered completely, and seems to be waiting for her words with her head lowered so as not to look down at the approaching Fumil.

''High Shera's ability, I've acknowledged it. Now, I'll make you a Fu family member.''

"Krua.

Hmm. Good answer. But I have to ask you one question.

It's a good idea to have a great deal more than one person in your life.

It's not just a matter of time before you're able to get your life back.

"Who is the master of the High Sierra?

What would the would-be military personnel say to that question?

Not to mention the fact that they are facing intimidation and the desire to kill from someone far more powerful than they are.

Ten of them will probably say her name.

''Kuh-Krua! Krull! Kruang!

However, even though High Sierra seemed to find it difficult to move her body, which was strengthened by Fumil's intimidation and killing spirit, she didn't hesitate to turn to Virum and roar.

At that moment, the intimidation and killing spirit that dominated the place dissipated, and a warm breeze blew into the air that should have been a bit chilly due to the fact that it was nighttime.

''Yes. So, good.''

Fumil's expression also faded softly, and despite his usual sleepy face, his mouth seemed to be smiling.

''Haishera's loyalty, I understand. With this, I'll be fine.''

At the same time as she touched Heishela's neck, a warm breeze that blew in enveloped her body.

Wrapped in the gentle breeze, High Sierra's body began to slowly change into smaller and smaller pieces, emitting a faint light despite it being late at night.

When the light subsided, there was no sign of the giant flying dragon, and the only thing spreading around it was the darkness and silence of the night.

''With this, High Sierra is Fu's family. So, they are Fu's family. From now on, it's a pleasure to work with you, okay?

But if you look closely, you can see a miniature-sized High Sierra sitting on top of Fumil's hands.

"Good evening. Hu-mil, sir. Hoo, sir. Hoo-hoo, sir.

To my surprise, although faltering, High Sierra begins to speak the language of people.

Although she seemed to understand human language from the beginning, since she began speaking at this time, there is no doubt that it was due to the influence of her militaryization.

'Ah, nice to meet you. High Sierra.

The expression on Virum's face as he said this, tickling the neck of High Sierra with his fingers, which had become small, was as gentle as if he were addressing the fairies of his village.

It's the same as the one that is used for the small body and rubs up against Virum.

''Little body, big brother Vee.... I see, so that's what it's like.''

It was Hoomil who looked at him with a bit of surprise and envy.