Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Ownership (7)

#81

Even though the words to continue the conversation were colorless no one opened their mouth.

The group including Bran were all lost in the scenery Alto created.

A hell sea where fire undulates.

Letunir the only place the fire did not spread seemed like an island floating on it.

‘The way to go is far.’

Bran twisted his lips.

With this much gap it was only marvelous leaving aside motivation.

This is Zarheim.

This is a strong one of the top rank in the world view.

There was all reason the major forces of Return Road including the empire and the Pantheon are wary.

“Th-this damn.”

The first to break the silence was Ilark.

Seeing the younger sister’s reaction Alto smiled triumphantly.

“Keuhahat! Why Ilark? Did you get moved by my power or something?”

“······Moved?”

Ilark’s brow narrowed.

Mumbling she grabbed Alto’s collar.

“This crazy guy! Why on earth did you cause this kind of thing?!”

“Is there any problem?”

“Are you saying words now?! You broke the dragon’s rules! The judges from the Ancient Dragon Council will come!”

Ilark’s face was pale white.

Hearing the word Ancient Dragon Council Benden gasped.

“Th-by the way···!”

Dragon’s rules.

All winged dragons must not actively intervene in disputes of other races without the permission of the Ancient Dragon Council.

If breaking even if a member of the Ancient Dragon Council it is the only law of dragons that punishment cannot be avoided!

“Not running away immediately what are you doing?! Do you want to die?”

“Ha, I thought what again.”

Alto let out a hollow laugh faintly.

He continued the words while dangling with the collar grabbed.

“Don’t worry. Because I did not break the rules.”

“What?”

“I only incinerated the thieves who tried to steal the treasure. Look, isn’t the sky quiet.”

As Alto’s words.

If he broke the rules the judges would have rushed in long ago.

Because a dragon of Alto’s weight class receives the gaze of the Ancient Dragon Council wherever he is.

‘As expected.’

Bran also called Alto knowing this.

This massacre is only self-defense from Alto’s standard.

The members of the Ancient Dragon Council are also dragons who love treasures in the end.

Actions done for treasures tended to be passed more generously.

Looking up at Ilark Alto smiled slyly.

“Admirable. Were you worried about this older brother.”

“W-worry what···! Because if the Ancient Dragon Council comes we also become troubled so that.”

Ilark’s ears reddened.

As expected siblings the clumsy emotion expression was also exactly alike.

Hurriedly releasing the collar she retreated while disgusted.

“Ei, wasted the hand for nothing. Ptuiptui!”

“Keuhaha, still the grip strength became much better than before! As a meaning of praise this body will stroke the head!”

“A, a bit! Go away!”

Even at Ilark’s scolding Alto did not care.

Only sticking to her who grumbles and teasing.

Probably along with Froide the only two existences that can grab his collar.

Bran cleared his throat from behind.

“Th-the treasure is not needed now?”

“Huk.”

Still this bastard.

You must not forget why you came here.

****

Bran’s group moved their steps to the back of Letunir’s royal castle together with Alto.

Like some precious relics the Elegy of the Red Snake was also hidden not in the royal castle but elsewhere.

Nodding Alto who was conversing with Bran.

“So. Did Lady Danubrian visit.”

The Frost Lion Mercenary Group and the Black Throne, even Danubrian.

Alto was hearing the matters that occurred in Letunir throughout the movement.

While toughly biting the pork hind leg Bran’s group cooked to eat in the morning.

Alto continued.

“Somehow a good smell comes I thought. Convey that Zarheim’s legitimate son asks after the well-being.”

“Although not that close yet, for now I’ll convey the words.”

Bran smiled.

Although he can convey the well-being a reply would not come.

Because there was no precedent of directly communicating with a Great God of Danubrian’s class even in the past.

Originally would it be an existence conversation is possible with.

Hearing the two’s conversation Ilark tilted her head.

“What. Didn’t you dislike all gods?”

“There are always exceptions. Like you born with great blood being weak as much as dried radish.”

“Kyaaak! Stop a bit!”

“Of course I dislike most gods. Because weak yet want to be worshipped. I tore and killed several bugs that call themselves so.”

Alto chuckled.

Originally dragons and the Pantheon are not that good in relationship.

Like the sun cannot be two in the world, the two races that reign over the world of Return Road have been having power struggles from ancient times.

“However the Goddess of the Earth has the qualification to be worshipped. Receiving her interest is amazing.”

“Glad you say so.”

Bran who newly felt proud smiled.

In the part Alto acknowledges the class of Danubrian could be known.

The god class even the Mad Flame Duke expresses respect is my sponsor wahahat.

Suddenly, Alto who ate even the last piece of the hind leg glared.

“Hey. Who is the guy who made this cooking.”

“Hiiik! I-I made it for now though···!”

Kale raised his hand.

The frightened voice was trembling like an aspen tree.

Crunch!

Swallowing the remaining bone whole Alto placed something on Kale’s crown.

“Delicious. I’ll give a reward.”

“R-reward? What··· hieeeek?!”

Confirming the item on the head Kale was astonished.

One gold lump the size of a baby’s fist was shining.

A size that if bargaining well even a small house can be bought.

Panting quick breaths Kale asked him back.

“Haa···haa···! C-c-c-can I receive this?!”

【Are you ignoring my sincerity?】

“I’ll receive gratefully!”

Kale lowered his head so the crown touched the ground.

Alto who filled his stomach let out a satisfactory laugh.

“Excellent after a long time. I should ask that woman to make it.”

“I said don’t call Froide like that a bit.”

If annoying smash, if hungry eat.

Gold that ordinary people cannot even see in a lifetime just jaw as the mood!

Literally a life befitting the top predator.

‘A precious connection. It would be good if we can become close this opportunity.’

Even considering the dragon’s rules he would become a reliable ally.

Even more than a mediocre god class.

“Ah, arrived.”

While walking conversing this and that the destination appeared at some point.

A stone building erected in a shade where light does not enter.

Ominous skull reliefs were filling the wall.

“Is it an ossuary.”

“Yes. Good eye.”

It was the ossuary burying Letunir’s royalty.

Befitting a place the dead sleep a cool cold was flowing.

Although Kale and Baihir hesitated they entered the stone door without caring.

Although complexly designed to prevent tomb raiding, for Bran who already memorized the entire map it was no problem.

Stopping in front of some sarcophagus Bran opened his mouth.

“Here.”

And opened the sarcophagus.

Thud.

The moment the cover made of stone opened Alto’s eyes narrowed.

“···It was true.”

In the sarcophagus instead of a corpse one giant barrel was placed alone.

It seemed made by carving horn or bone but the exact material could not be guessed.

Silk was laid over the entire coffin so as not to receive damage even by chance.

Elegy of the Red Snake.

Unlike the shabby appearance it was a treasure of tremendous value.

Ilark raised an eyebrow.

“What is this? A barrel containing harpoons?”

“Not a harpoon but a barrel containing arrows.”

“What? Arrows?”

“······This is a quiver?”

Ilark and Arazan flinched at the same time.

She also guessed it as a barrel storing harpoons or fishing rods.

Because it was a size exceeding twice the quiver she carries.

Alto nodded.

“Yes. A relic the guy called the Red Archer left. The only mortal that made this body flying in the sky fall.”

Saying so Alto pointed to his chest area.

Near the heart a scar like a bullet mark was engraved.

A very old wound made even before the empire’s history began.

Ilark’s eyes widened as if popping out.

“A-a mortal made you fall?!”

“Yes. Although it was a youngster time when horns did not even grow properly.”

“Fuck, this is really amazing. Since you said relic of course you did not leave alive right?”

“No. Although I inflicted a wound I could not kill.”

“Could not kill? Puheu, you surely lost···”

“Not that. When I healed the wound and went to find, the guy was already eaten by another dragon.”

Alto twisted his lips.

Ilark who was about to laugh for a while closed her mouth.

“S-sorry···.”

“Heung, not even funny. At the place the guy died only this quiver remained. Although I have toppled numerous strong enemies, I have never faced such an empty ending.”

It was the reason Alto obsesses over the relevant treasure.

Because it was the relic of the almost only rival, and the symbol of the fight he could not finish until the end.

These crazy Letunir bastards somehow thought of stealing this kind of thing.

‘The actual item performance is also excellent. Coveted.’

Examining the quiver Bran swallowed saliva.

If only judging rarity it is no exaggeration to say the grade right below the Black Throne.

If obtaining even the Elegy along with Rahir’s bow the long-range dealer items are almost concluded.

However, now was not the time to eye the relevant item.

“By the way really locked with Heaven’s Lock. Daring to do this kind of thing to my item.”

Suddenly Alto growled.

He would want to collect the item and leave immediately but could not.

Because the Elegy of the Red Snake was covered with the seal of Heaven’s Lock.

Unlike Danubrian’s necklace, this was because it was a relic properly presented to the king.

“So I said in advance. Locked.”

“Even knowing angry. Like this it is useless right.”

The terrifying point of ancient relics.

The seal made of Heaven’s Lock even the world Alto cannot undo by force.

The only currently revealed method is using the Heaven’s Key made as a set.

But, the king of Letunir did not have the key.

“The last key was discovered 120 years ago. Still far in the future.”

“Ee, calm.”

【Suddenly wanting to burn this damn thieves’ country.】

At the killing intent spreading lowly the group froze.

Alto’s anger value was rising in a gradient.

Although he would not kill us as much as promising survival, the moment he spits even one fireball in anger Letunir would turn into soot.

Even all the people he tried to save.

Fortunately a countermeasure was prepared.

- Benden. Always have to be confident.

- Yes?

Bran winked toward Benden.

While whispering in a voice like an ant.

At the incomprehensible action Benden tilted his head, but Bran had already turned his head toward Alto.

“Don’t worry Alto. Because we can release.”

【What?】

“There was no time to say but among us there is a relic expert. I’ll introduce here now. A genius archaeologist that will not exist again! A seal destroyer that opens Heaven’s Lock more easily than a barn latch! Benden~Kradil!”

Along with those words Bran pointed at Benden.

In a cheerful tone like the host of a birthday party.

Everyone’s gaze including Alto was drawn to him.

Alto who grabbed Benden’s head with one hand and lifted, growling while matching eyes with him.

【Is that words true. Dwarf.】

“Ah.”