"Seeking the truth of the world?"

The dragon listened to the mage's words and was relieved.

That's what mages traditionally do.

"That's right. That's what I've been looking for all my life. I thought I could find it on top of the world. Unexpectedly, there was nothing on the top of this mountain except wind and snow. ”

The female mage said.

Eric scoffed at this. To go to the top of the world to find the truth of the world? Only a mage with a long lifespan can have such a ghostly idea.

But the dragon apparently didn't think so.

"That's a great move. ”

"Great, Mr. Dragon, I can't take your compliments. Because I have gained nothing, only the results can prove the meaning of my actions.

Moreover, this is what I think is the last place where I can discover the truth of the world. If I can't find what I'm looking for here......"

The mage spoke, spitting out a spell.

Her body instantly burst into flames.

"Death will be my destiny. ”

On such a windy, snow-covered mountaintop, you can instantly set your body on fire. While Eric marveled at the mage's amazing power, he also felt her determination.

Since you can't find the truth of the world, your existence has no meaning.

She decided to die for what she believed in.

Eric suddenly felt a hint of respect for this stupid act.

The dragon felt the same way.

"It seems that you are really religious. ”

The dragon sighed and walked towards the mage's side. Then, one of his hands rested on the mage's shoulder.

The flame was extinguished.

There are no spells.

You see, it's not firewood in the kitchen, it's arcane flames. The dragon's mere touch wiped out the mage's spells.

Surprisingly, the mage was not grateful to the dragon for this move, but instead put on an angry posture.

"This is an insult to me!"

Preventing others from believing is a common taboo for all special professions.

The dragon looked at the angry mage, very calmly.

"I did stop your suicide. But...... What if I say, I can show you the truth of the world?"

He said.

The mage looked up, a pair of eyes glinting again.

......

......

When Eric opened his eyes again, the landscape was very different.

The snow and the wind were gone.

What just happened. Where is it?

A living room, unusually spacious. It is conceivable that the owner of the house must have been a rich man. Underneath is a soft sofa filled with horsehair and feathers, and it is very luxurious.

Eric quickly gathered his thoughts, judging his current situation. But he has no memory of coming here from the top of the mountain.

I remember very little of what I remember: I am now a dragon. A dragon that retains its human form. And he doesn't have any control over this body.

Now Eric is more like enjoying a play in the theater. Or rather, he was like a ghost possessing the dragon's body to watch his experience.

So, what does a dragon do in such a house.

Looking at his body that hadn't moved for a long time, Eric judged that he was waiting for someone to arrive.

After a while, the door opened.

It was a guy in a mage's robe. He took off his hat as soon as he entered.

Catherine... To be precise, the mage who appeared on the top of the mountain before, with the same face as Catherine.

"I'm back, Mike. ”

She spoke.

That's when Eric learned what the dragon was called. But... Mike?

It doesn't sound like a dragon's name anyway. Perhaps, this is just a pseudonym he gave in order to integrate into human society.

"How's it going, Irene. Mike said to the female mage.

Female mage, Erin.

"I gave your steam engine drawings to a repairman named Watt. He said it was a great invention that could change the world!"

She looked excited.

"The repairman can say that, he must be a knowledgeable guy. Looks like you've made a good choice. With it, humanity has taken a big step towards the days of having their hands free. ”

Mike smiled.

Erin looked at the smiling Mike, and couldn't help but feel angry in her heart: "You're always like this. Your ability to change the world is demonstrated all the time. This is true of the steam engine, the matches, the telescope, and the sewing machine. I know they're all going to have a huge impact on the world.

But where is the truth of the world you promised me before?!"

"What is the truth of the world to you?"

Mike asked rhetorically.

Erin was suddenly speechless, trying to think about something.

"Uh... It is supposed to be a kind of mysterious... Deep... Unknown to the Ancient... In short, knowing it will make people move to the point of hysteria and heart......"

"That's just your imagination. Mike interrupted, "That truth doesn't exist. I'll tell you what I think is the truth: that's development!"

"Development?"

"Yes, development. The development of society. That's what will last forever.

That's why I keep giving you little things to see how the world is developing at a rapid pace because of us. Observing this process is the process of understanding the truth of the world. Got it?"

Mike said to Erin.

Erin thought for a long time before nodding.

"Although I do not agree with your view of the truth of the world, I have to admit that it is interesting to observe the process of the development of the world. I'd better keep a little distance from death first. At least for as long as you're traveling. ”

"Yes. It's okay if you think so. ”

Mike scratched his head. "Before I met you, I had changed the world like this many times. You can stay with me and observe as long as you want. ”

"Are you so reluctant to let me die?"

At this moment, Erin suddenly brought her face to Mike.

"It's too close!" Mike turned away.

"Are you shy?" said Erin, as if she had discovered a new world. "You've been speaking coldly. I thought you were only interested in your world-changing life. ”

"I just like funny humans, and it's a shame to die. Mike didn't say if he was shy or not, and instead answered the previous question.

"So, I'm an interesting human being. You like me a lot, don't you?"

Erin said, smiling happily.

Mike, who had always had a poker face, couldn't stop twitching his face.

Eric looked at it all and seemed to smell something.

The sour smell of love.