Hilfield the Blue-Scaled carried her sister through the air, to the other side of the sky bluer than its scales.

Winter is coming, the leaves of the plants are gone, and there are few pedestrians or animals to be seen. Looking at this scene from above, it does seem a bit depressed.

The cold wind had no effect on Hilfield or Tabasa, who may have used a magical wind barrier to block the cold when she was a human, but now that she is a dragon vein, she is very adaptable to the normal bad weather.

As for Hilfield...... It's a dragon at all, and it doesn't care about the cold or heat.

If anything, she cared about......

Goo-woo-woo

Hilfield was grunting softly as his stomach was hungry.

However, if she disturbed her sister, who was studying, she would be angry. Hilfield, who was worried and didn't know what to do, looked sideways at the girl who had been her master.

A young girl reading a book sat on Hilfield's neck, her short blue hair fluttering in the wind.

He was originally a human being, but he was also his own master.

A lot has happened, and it's really nostalgic for the years we spent together. But after a long slumber, everyone was awakened by the dear one after another.

Hilfield is not good at thinking about problems, and since he has survived, he has to enjoy his hard-won new life. But the relationship between my dear and my current relationship is indeed a little weird.,Why do you want to love your dear when you want to love your dear.,Your dear will show such a strange expression.。

Natural...... Black?

Hilfield's mind was relatively simple, and instead of continuing this dangerous problem, he began to feel nostalgic for a rare time, and even put aside the matter of being hungry for the time being.

's "sister", this time she returned to this world later than herself, and it stands to reason that she is now her sister, but she had to admit defeat after being knocked on the head.

Her body seemed to be no different from the one she remembered when she was in school, the petite figure that she had stopped growing tall at the age of twelve. Later, although I grew a little taller, there was not much difference, and the impression of the posture that slowly aged later was a little blurred.

In the blue eyes behind the glasses, there is still no expression in sight, like a cold ancient well, and there are only a few people who can make her eyes glow. And this perennial expression made it impossible to tell whether she was obsessed with the book, or just there flipping the pages.

Her cold face was as beautiful as a quiet spring, but there was a clear, transparent, cold air like a cold winter wind, which brought a little vicissitudes to the girl's innocent countenance.

She is Hilfield's important sister and former master, Tabasha.

Time has passed, and after all, they are still flying together in the sky again.

Mutter~~~

Hilfield's stomach was barking again.

Ahh I don't care if my sister is angry! Hilfi doesn't care about anything!

Hilfield, who couldn't take it anymore, began to ask her sister

"I'm starving. I'm starving. I'm starving. ”

Tabasha looked up at her "sister".

Hilfield, who noticed that her sister was looking at her, snorted happily

"Huh~Huh~ My sister's face has finally moved~ I finally came to see Hilfi"

Hilfield called Tabasha her sister, and she used to call her that, but now she was a real sister. The innocent Hilfield had completely forgotten about her hunger because she was happy that Tabasha was looking at her. Because it's rare to talk to Tabasha, I can't help but talk more.

"Sister, you are also very cute today! I'm so happy! ”

From the outside, Hilfield is a young blue dragon about six meters long. The beautiful blue scales of its body glistened in the winter sun as if they were transparent. Its outstretched wings are longer than its body. Its powerful wings allow it to soar freely in the air.

It used to be a rare ancient species in the world of "Harkkinia" - Yunlong.

The Yunlong clan has a higher IQ than humans, outstanding language skills, can manipulate native magic, and can breathe flames even in high-speed flight, and is a very powerful phantom beast. Although it varies from person to person, it can last up to 2,000 years.

If it weren't for the contractual relationship of Hilfield Tongguò to delay Tabasa's aging, it would have cost a lot of vitality. Hilfield would not die before the age of a thousand years, which is equivalent to the death of a human being at the age of about fifty due to the deterioration of his physical condition.

However, Hilfield is not what it used to be, although it is still the soul of the original dragon, but the bloodline of the body is very powerful, respectively from the "Life Guardian of Azeroth - Red Dragon Queen" and "Faeron's Northern Star - Polar Ice White Night". Speaking of Dorag's title, it seems that it will be different in different worlds, is it really too good at tossing.

"Today's weather was exceptional! What does my sister think? Hilfield shook its throat, and the words of that lovely voice came out of its mouth, "Sister, what are you reading?" ”

"The History of the World"

"Interesting, isn't it?"

"It's okay."

"Na, tell me a story in the evening"

"Good"

Quack~~~ Hilfield chirped happily.

Hilfield shook her head excitedly, and Tabasha's body rose and fell violently with its head, but Tabasha still sat there steadily, her expression unmoving, and she had an amazing sense of balance.

Hilfield's name was given to her by Tapasa, and that's how it has been used. In fact, Hilfi's name among the dragons is Irkuku, which means breeze. And sometimes, the "real name" thing can cause some problems, so it's always used that way. Tabasa's real name is also Charlotte, and he is usually called Tabasa.

Tabasha looked down again and went to read, and Hilfield was still chattering, but Tabasha was no longer answering.

Is! Hilfield grieved. It reminded it of its own hunger.

"I'm so hungry. Don't have a meal yet? Don't have a meal yet? ”

Although she had already eaten at noon, it was only thirty steaks according to human standards, which was nothing more than a gap between Hilfield's teeth, but normally her sister did not allow her to become a dragon in a human settlement.

"I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry."

"Don't be noisy"

"If I don't say it, my sister will immediately forget about what I want to eat. So I'm going to say a lot more. I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry. ”

Mixed with the sound of quacks, Hilfield continued to protest

"I'll let you eat when you get to Miraba"

"Really? It's true?

"Guarantee"

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy. This time, the stomach must be full. Eat meat~喽喽喽喽"

Hilfield hummed. Because of its huge lung capacity, the loud sound it hummed was no less loud than the sound of a wind sweeping by.

Tabasha tapped its head lightly with her wand.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

Hilfield screamed coquettishly, not at all restless.

"It's all said don't be noisy"

"Really, it's not okay if I don't sing anymore. By the way, sister, that Cui ...... Choi ......"

"Trist" Tabasha said the name.

"Uncle Galaxy. Why did you let us go to that Trist?"

"Old friend, six years ago."

Tabassa replied in a whisper. It seems that my father knows about the specific things.

The mention of the word "father" was still very complicated for Tabasa, and she did not forget the father she revered. But now, the people who have spent their lives with them...... Or rather, dragons.

Thinking of this, she smiled very slightly, and stroked Hilfi's neck. I used to think "if only Hilfi were a boy." Later, I really don't know if it was a joke of fate, but there was really a dragon boy who appeared in front of her.

Hilfield, who was being touched, let out a comfortable whine.

Hilfield felt the change in Tabasha and stole a glance at her sister's face.

Usually expressionless, even when unhappy, even when usual, even when eating, even when angry, Tabasha is always expressionless, only when she is happy, she will show a very small smile, just like now.

My sister is in a good mood, and I am also in a good mood.

Hilfield quack~~~~~~.

In this way, riding the cold wind in the sky, he flew further north.

………………

Trist leaned towards the fire, where the flames were blazing in an old barrel of ore.

This was the seventh winter the Dark Elf had been smoking, but he was still not used to the cold climate. Trist and his people have lived for tens, if not millennia, in the warm, dark lands. Winter is still a few months away, but the cold wind blowing from the spine of the world is already signaling the beginning of winter. Trist used only a worn blanket around his coat, chain mail, and weapons.

The Dark Elf couldn't help but laugh when he saw his companions arguing over a bottle of wine they had just gotten, mostly about who should take the next sip or who had just drunk more.

Trist sat alone by the barrel, and though the weeping monks did not deliberately avoid him, they seldom approached him. Trist also accepted the situation, knowing that the fanatical monks would accept him because of their actual needs, not because they really liked themselves.

While some of the people in this group enjoy being attacked by all sorts of monsters and think it's the perfect time to suffer, it's more realistic to have a skilled and well-equipped dark elf to protect them.

Although Trist is not satisfied with such a relationship, it is acceptable. He had left the valley where he had warmed his heart, full of hope, but now he had succumbed to reality. Over and over! As Trist approached the village, the people's harsh words, curses, and threats of force formed an invisible wall to keep him out.

Trist ignored the cynicism. As a ranger, you must be strong and brave to face your fate! And now he's a true ranger.

But the most recent time when he was rejected, Trist's confidence began to waver. He was banished from Luskan, a city near Sword Bay, but not by the guards, in fact he hadn't been near it at all. The fear in Trist's heart kept him away from the crowd, more than any threat of force.

On the way outside the city, Trist met a group of weeping monastics, who had temporarily accepted him, partly because they could not drive him away, and partly because they were so caught in pain that they could not take any racial differences into account. Two of them even crawled to Trist's feet, begging him to free himself from his "fear of drow" and make them suffer.

After spring and summer, the relationship between them progressed slightly, and when the monks begged and suffered, Trist would silently guard them. Basically, the Dark Elves hated such relationships, and even deceitful to him, but he really didn't have much choice.

Trist stared at the dancing flames, pondering his fate repeatedly. Guan Haifa would still come at his beckon, and his scimitar and longbow made him invincible in many battles. Every day he told himself that although he followed the incompetent believers, he still believed in Merrikai and his heart. He didn't honor those believers or treat them as friends. Look at those five guys, drunk and sour, and drooling, Trist didn't want to be like that.

"Race is not glory."

Trist muttered under his breath, and every time he remembered the words that had pierced his heart, the helping hand that had been at the freezing point of his body and mind, he felt that he could hold on.

"Galaxy...... My friend, the appointed time is coming. ”

……………… A certain snake ..................

said that the update was good, and "Galaxy" was updated during the day, although "Academy 3" may have to be moved to next week.

I was going to update the chapter. But I'm really out of energy, so let's make up for it next week with "Academy 3".

The story about the galaxy and Dorag was originally intended to be written in "The Galaxy", since it is mentioned......

Well, it's okay to write here when you have time.