TEASER CHAPTER 8 PART 36
A corner of the forest
was enveloped in a dazzling light as Nozomu poured his magic power into Mikael.
Zonne was watching this scene from a distance in the sky.
Floating in mid-air in
human form, he looked down with eyes that were filled with all his emotions.
"It has
begun..."
After saying so, he
then quickly drew out a vast amount of elements and began to cover the area
around Shino's hut with it. Following that, he deployed several layers of magic
circles, enveloping the entire hut with a barrier.
"I can't let you
be disturbed right now. Let me give you a little insurance."
The barrier deployed
by Zonne is one of the most powerful among those used by the dragon races,
severing space and time inside and outside of the barrier.
A barrier that distorts
time and space turns the inside of the barrier into a different world,
completely blocking interference from the outside world.
"As for the rest,
I guess it's about the ladies, huh..."
While looking toward
Arcazam, Zonne let out a grave voice that sounded as if he was in a choked
state.
Although he had turned
down Irisdina's offer, he was actually concerned about the existence of the
Waziart family.
"Now, at this
moment in time, someone from that country has paid a visit to this place...
Does that mean they, too, are curious about the little boy? Or is there some
other reason?"
Zonne was thinking
about it as he stroked his beard, but he quickly shook his head as if shaking
something off. While looking down at the barrier he had deployed, he exhaled loudly.
"It's a little
late for that now, isn't it?..."
The old dragon looked
up at the sky with sad and sorrowful-tinged eyes.
The figure, staring
far off into the distance, was so small and feeble that it was hard to believe
that it was a race of ancient legends.
"... Who's
there?"
However, with a heavy
voice, Zonne's face, which had been filled with sadness, suddenly tightened.
He looked up at the
sky, and when he turned his gaze to the side, he saw a bird flapping its wings
and staring at him intently.
It had jet-black wings
that seemed to have taken the dark night into its body, and blood-red eyes. Its
distinctive features are its claws, which are larger than those of an ordinary
crow, and its bill, which is curved at the tip.
The moment Zonne saw
the bird, which reminded him more of a bird of prey than a crow, his eyes
widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.
