Allie, who had returned to Citata with a snort, wanted to find the son of the county and question him right away.

Why did Aman's expression become so dead?

"What's that again?"

But what caught Allie's attention was none other than the bald man who was crying with tears and snot all over his face.

"Why are you crying and making a scene? Mister, why are you crying and making a scene in front of someone else's house?"

"Khuk... you called me mister... you called me mister!!!"

The man, who had turned around at Allie's call, was crying even more fiercely at the word 'mister'.

"If you're not a mister, then what are you? You don't even have any hair..."

"Khuk... ugh!! The captain said he'd buy me a hair growth product! He did!"

"Pfft. A hair growth product?"

"Right! You woman! The captain said he'd buy me a hair growth product, so I'll have hair too! I'm a twenty-seven-year-old in the prime of my life!"

Allie, who had been sneering at Pirkan's words, realized that the man was serious and decided to tell him a bitter truth.

"Mister... should I tell you a sad story?"

"Sniff... what is it?"

Allie, who carefully brought her mouth to Pirkan's ear.

"In this world... there's a medicine that can make grass grow in the desert, but there's no medicine that can make hair grow."

"...!"

"All those medicines are fake... fake..."

Pirkan, who was looking at Allie who had turned around and had disappeared, collapsed to the floor.

"Fake... you said it's fake..."

***

Aman, who had left Allie, came to his senses and headed for Raskan.

He was currently sulking at Lucas, so he couldn't ask him directly, but if he investigated based on what the other children had said and what Lucas had said, he would be able to find out which dungeon it was.

But there was a suspicious part in what the children had said.

'A corpse was lying there...'

And according to Pola's expression, there were also many parts of the corpse that could not be explained by common sense.

"Hmm... is this it?"

Aman, who had arrived in Raskan, seemed to have found a dungeon with conditions similar to what the children had said.

Although the entrance was nowhere to be seen, the dungeon he had found with his detection magic had a gap between the spaces, as he had thought.

As he entered the dungeon, a musty smell and an unpleasant aura rushed in.

"Ha... I really hate this."

The dungeon was monotonous. There wasn't a single monster, and it seemed to have been abandoned for quite some time, as there were no signs of the traps having been activated recently.

Still, Aman, who was looking at the traces of the traps that must have been made with great effort, decided to activate one of them.

-Clack

As he stepped on the floor, the sound of a brick falling and something slowly turning began to be heard.

"Hmm..."

It wasn't the sound of something rolling.

-Hiss

After waiting for a long time, the sound of compressed air being forced out from somewhere was heard.

"Poison gas?"

Aman deliberately took a deep breath at the smoke that was rising from all sides, including the cracks in the wall.

"It's sleeping gas."

Even the trap was nothing special. Sleeping gas was literally a gas that made you fall asleep.

In this place with no monsters, if you fell asleep and woke up again, you would just feel refreshed.

"I'm at a loss for words."

Aman, who had snorted, headed forward again.

This time, the trap was located on the wall.

"Will something decent come out this time?"

-Clack

Aman, who was activating the trap once more.

"What?"

But no matter how long he waited, the trap did not seem to be activated.

It seemed that something that connected the trap had been cut off because it had been neglected for so long, and it was not being activated.

"...What kind of boring place is this?"

Aman, who had licked his lips in a bland mood, began to walk forward slowly again.

Soon, a wide pupil appeared, and there was a single corpse lying there, which the children had mentioned.

As he entered the pupil, an unpleasant smell began to waft.

Aman, who was approaching the corpse, began to feel sick at the increasingly strong unpleasant smell.

"What in the world did you do again?"

It wasn't just the smell of a rotting corpse. There was definitely something dirty mixed in.

"Black magic... it seems there's something more than that..."

Aman, who had taken out a potion from his bosom, opened the lid and took a few sips.

The closer he got to the corpse, the stronger the unpleasant smell became.

But thanks to the medicine he had drunk a little while ago, it was bearable.

"Ha..."

Aman, who had approached the corpse, realized what that unpleasant smell was.

"It was magi."

Magi. The energy of the demons was one of the representative magi, but this was slightly different from that.

It was in the same context as black magic being one of the magics based on magic power.

The energy that the demons had was not all bad.

A thousand years ago, the demons were also a race that had lived together on their own land on the ground.

"...Magi?"

Aman, who had been thinking only of the energy in front of him without any thought, suddenly came to his senses.

Magi! There should have been no demons left on this land.

Although there were certainly mixed-blood demons left on this land, the time when they could leave such pure magi here had long passed.

Because several generations had already passed.

"You sons of b-tches!"

Even though he had never met them, the hostility that had been deeply ingrained in his bones from what he had heard from other dragons was revealing its existence.

"Magi?! Where are these pathetic and dirty things...!"

The demons had all been driven out to the demon world.

The demons, who had been hated and persecuted by all the races in an instant.

The Demon God, who had pitied them, had asked the main god and had been granted the demon world, and the demons had all been driven out to the demon world and had migrated.

"The demons are surely crawling back to the ground."

Aman, who was examining the corpse, was trembling with boiling anger.

Aman stopped examining the corpse and began to undo the spells that were cast on the corpse one by one.

The spells cast on the corpse were diverse. From magic to black magic, and even curses.

But all of these were made up of a mixture of magic power and magi.

Aman, who had been undoing the spells cast on the corpse for a long time, was even sweating on his forehead.

"Sh-t!"

In the end, a rough curse came out of Aman's mouth and echoed through the pupil.

It was not a level he could undo.

The formulas that a dragon could undo were almost all of the ones that existed in the world.

What would it feel like if a race that was no different from the world's top mathematician faced a difficult problem?

Some might feel a sense of joy, but that was not the case now.

It was a great shame that he could not solve a problem created by the demons he hated, of all things.

But it was natural that Aman, who had never met the demons in person, was having difficulty solving the problem.

"You sons of b-tches!!!"

What came to Aman's mind now was only his father, Hasel.

The only person, no, dragon, who seemed to be able to solve this problem.

-Flash!

Aman, who had finished his thoughts, memorized the coordinates of the place where he was standing and quickly teleported.

***

"You've been coming here often lately?"

"Please help me."

"Ha, I'm at a loss for words? Did you leave a request with me?"

Hasel, who was elegantly sipping tea in his lair, was not very pleased with the sudden appearance of his son.

"It's the demons."

"...?"

Hasel's eyebrows twitched as he put down the teacup he was drinking at Aman's words.

"What?"

"It seems the demons have reappeared."

For the dragons, the demons were no different from a public enemy. That's why Hasel reacted immediately as soon as he heard the word 'demon'.

"That's absurd."

"See for yourself whether it makes sense or not."

"Ha. Did you find the missing students this time?"

When Lucas and his group had disappeared, Aman had come to Hasel, thinking that he couldn't find them with his own strength.

But Hasel had just answered that he understood and had not actually looked for them.

"Yes. I found them."

"Oh, really? That's a relief."

Aman also knew that Hasel had not looked for them.

But at Hasel's shameless reaction, his anger flared up.

"...I said it's the demons."

"I said it's absurd."

Hasel seemed to have already made up his mind.

And for good reason, the demons had all been driven out to the demon world a thousand years ago.

There was no dragon who didn't know that fact.

Of course, it was a fact that all the other races, including the humans, also knew.

"...!?"

It was then. Hasel's eyes widened as Aman took something out of his bosom and placed it in front of Hasel.

"Look."

"W-why is this here...!"

"Actually, I found it a few years ago."

-Bang!

Hasel, who had heard Aman's answer, roughly slammed the tea table and shot up.

"Why are you telling me this only now!"

"I thought it was nothing special then."

"This is nothing special!? This!?"

What was placed on the table was none other than 'Molek's Breath'.

The pendant with a brilliantly shining red gem embedded in it was so beautiful that it was dizzying just to look at it.

But Hasel, who knew what it was, was disgusted by its beauty.

"...I'm sorry."

"You, what did I say? If you're going to have an excursion, you should do it in moderation! How many years has it been? I'm sick and tired of cleaning up after your messes!"

"..."

"What is it this time? Demons? And a few years ago!?"

Hasel's reaction showed that it was a very serious matter. To think that Molek's Breath, which Lucas had told him to keep, had this kind of reaction.

"I'm sorry. I was careless."

"Sorry!? Sorry!? I can't even hold my head up anywhere because of you."

Hasel, who had roughly put the pendant on the table, let out a big sigh.

"Haa... so where did you get this? You'll have to explain everything from beginning to end."

At Hasel's threat, Aman swallowed a gulp and slowly continued.

"That is..."

Hasel's expression, who had heard all of Aman's explanation, changed constantly, as if he had gone back and forth between heaven and hell a dozen times.

"So you want me to undo the spell cast on that corpse?"

"Yes."

"And that corpse is in the dungeon where the children had disappeared?"

"Yes."

"But there's a spell woven with magi cast on that corpse?"

"Yes."

"But you can't undo it?"

"...Yes."

Aman's expression also gradually darkened as he answered Hasel's repeated questions.

Hasel had always said it like a parrot every time he met his son, Aman.

'An excursion is an excursion only when you enjoy it in moderation.'

He was saying it out of concern for Aman, who seemed to be more obsessed with the lives of humans or other races than with his life as a dragon.

But Aman didn't like those words.

There were certainly frustrating and annoying things when he was enjoying an excursion.

But Aman thought that the true excursion was to feel those emotions as they were.

"I told you, didn't I?"

"...I know."

"And the one who knows that does that!?"

As Hasel's shout echoed, Aman, without realizing it, picked his ear, which was aching.

"...Are you picking your ear?"

"...Pardon?"

"Are you protesting that you don't want to listen now?"

"T-that's not it..."

This is a big problem. Aman, who had come to ask for a favor, had shown a behavior in front of Hasel that he should never have shown.

"T-that's not it!!!"

As magic began to boil in his hand, Aman quickly reached out his hand and stopped Hasel.

"F-father!!!"

"Father? Right. Oh, my son. You need to be beaten today."

-Rumble!

"Father! That's not it! I... I!!"

-Rumble!

"It's been a while since you've been beaten, right? Let's start with a beating."

"U-ugh!!!"

***

The expression 'beaten to a pulp' was surely used in a situation like this.

Aman was really beaten to a pulp.

Fortunately, he had somehow managed to stop Hasel from returning to his original form.

"Ugh..."

Hasel, who glanced at Aman who was groaning on the floor, dusted off his hands.

"You won't do it again, right?"

"Yeees..."

Aman, who was barely answering, as if he didn't even have the strength to answer.

"Then let's go."

"Pardon?"

"You asked for help, didn't you? You said it was the demons, didn't you?"

"...Yes."

"We have to go."

"...Yes."

Hasel, who had beaten him up so much just a moment ago, was urging him to leave as if nothing had happened.

What could he do? The weak were always sad.

&D&G&

(End of Chapter)