It was nighttime.
Louise was tossing and turning on the bed.
The words that Vittorio had said during the day kept echoing in her ears.
We have the same power.
We have the responsibility to prevent the world from falling into darkness.
"Wu …"
Louise hugged the blanket and buried her head in it. She had mixed feelings.
Eight-cloud Ink wasn't in the same room as her. Instead, under Julio's arrangement, they were in the room next door.
She stood in front of the window and looked at the brightly lit Romania under the night sky.
There were glamorous priests and nobles, refugees in ragged clothes, and ordinary, unremarkable civilians.
They lived in the same city and on the same land.
But they lived in different worlds, and the distance between them was like a natural chasm.
Suddenly, a strange sound was heard from the courtyard.
"Hmm?"
Eight-cloud Ink looked down and saw Sherlock feeding his Rhyme Dragon with a plate of food.
"Rhyme Dragon …"
Speaking of which, this wasn't the first time he saw Sherlock's Eight Cloud Ink.
The crack beneath his feet swallowed his body, and Eight-cloud Ink appeared beside him.
“！！”
Seeing the strange appearance of Eight-cloud Ink, Sherlock's eyes widened.
"It's rare to see you so surprised."
"Mr. Yakumo."
"Are you feeding Hillfield?"
"Yes."
Looking at the curious Rhyme Dragon, Eight-cloud Ink thought for a while and reached into the crack with his right hand. Then, he took out a plate of exquisite pastries.
"I prepared this beforehand. It's a pastry from my world. Try it."
The exquisite appearance and enticing aroma of the pastries attracted Hillfield, and the Rhyme Dragon lowered his huge head.
Eight-cloud Ink took out a pastry and gave it to Sherlock. Then, he fed the rest to Hillfield.
"It's delicious."
His tone seemed to be the same as usual, but Yakumo could hear a hint of surprise in it.
After swallowing the pastry, Hillfield chirped happily and rubbed his head against Eight-cloud Ink's face.
"Yes, Sherlock."
"Hmm?"
"Yunlong, or Hilfield, can transform into a human form, right?"
Sherlock paused and nodded. "Yes."
At the same time, Hillfield's body also began to glow. In the end, the entire dragon body was completely covered by the light.
After the light dissipated, what appeared in front of Eight-cloud Ink was a cute girl with long blue hair and a perfect figure.
Eight-cloud Ink immediately looked away — the girl was completely naked.
"Sister!!"
The girl cheered, not caring about her current state. She pounced on Sherlock. Because they were both taller than him, Sherlock's head was forcibly stuffed into her chest.
Although Sherlock maintained his expressionless face, his cheeks were flushed with a tinge of red.
Just as he was at a loss, Eight-cloud Ink tossed him a white bathrobe.
"Put it on first. It's not good to be seen like this."
"Huh?"
The young girl tilted her head. Her sharp voice sounded doubtful, but she obeyed and let go of Sherlock. She took the bathrobe and examined it carefully.
"How do I put this on?"
Sherlock reached out and helped the girl put on the bathrobe without saying a word.
"My name is Elu Kuku!!"
After putting on her bathrobe, the girl who called herself Elukuku, who was transformed from Hilfield, happily stretched out her hands to Yagyun Mo and wrapped them around his waist as if they were familiar with each other. She raised her small face and beamed with vitality.
"Hey hey, do you still have that delicious snack? Do you still have it? "
Eight-cloud Ink reached out and patted Elu Kuku's head. He took out another plate of snacks like the one before.
"This is the last."
"Yes, yes, yes!! Thank you! "
After receiving the snacks, Elu Kuku was about to start eating, but she suddenly stopped and turned around to pass the plate to Sherlock.
"Sister, eat first!"
Sherlock, who had been expressionless, finally revealed a smile.
Then, Elu Kuku passed the plate to Eight-cloud Ink.
"Brother Yakun, eat too!"
After Eight-cloud Ink and Sherlock both tasted the snacks, Elu Kuku happily ate them in big mouthfuls.
"You're a good child."
Eight-cloud Ink and Sherlock stood together and looked at the happy Elu Kuku as they spoke.
"Hmm." Sherlock nodded.
"Hey, hey …"
Elu Kuku, who was eating the snacks, suddenly lifted her head and looked at Sherlock.
"Sister, can you mate with Brother Yakun? If you can lay an egg, it'll be even better! "
"Pfff —!"
Eight-cloud Ink spat out the black tea that he had just taken out. Sherlock was expressionless, but his eyes started to wander. He raised his Magic Staff and was about to knock on Elu Kuku's head.
"Then I can eat such delicious snacks every day!"
Holding the plate, Elu Kuku squinted her eyes and smiled happily.
"Because if that's the case, Brother Yakun will be my brother-in-law!"
'This little girl has no filter for her mouth!'
Eight-cloud Ink smiled and shook his head. "That was the last of the stock. If you want to eat more, you'll have to wait until I return to Fantasy Country."
"Fantasy Country? What's that? "
"It's a beautiful world. At the same time, there's a lot of delicious food."
"Ooh? Ooh ooh ooh!! "
Elu Kuku's eyes lit up as she pounced on Sherlock.
"Really? Really?"
Sherlock couldn't take it anymore and tapped Elu Kuku's head with his Magic Wand.
"Wu yi —!!"
⑧
Victoria's prophecy of a calamity that would plunge the world into darkness made Louise, Tifania, and Sherlock very concerned.
After all, Halkkinia was their home.
The next day, when Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice were strolling on the streets, the three of them went to look for Victoria in hopes of obtaining more information about the calamity.
Vittorio took out an ancient book and handed it to Louise in the reception hall where the nobles from various countries were receiving their visits.
"This is …?"
"This is the ancient book that predicted the calamity. The calamity recorded in it is' a flame that will burn the world. '"
"Flame?"
Sherlock muttered softly.
"Yes, flame." Victoria nodded and said, "We've read a lot of information, but it's a pity that we don't know what the flame is."
"Speaking of flame, I suddenly thought of a place."
Louise suddenly said.
"Flaming Dragon Mountain Range. We passed by it on our way from Toristine to Romania."
Flaming Dragon Mountain Range was an active volcano in the southern part of Halkkinia.
"Could there be something hidden there?"
"We've considered that possibility." Victoria shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the Templar Knights sent countless members to investigate, but they didn't find anything."
"You're talking about flame?"
A crack appeared in the reception hall, and Eight-cloud Ink and Patrice jumped out.
"Ha? Yakumo! "
"Your Excellency Yakumo, you're always so strange."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Eight-cloud Ink waved her hand.
"You were talking about flame? What is it? "
Vittorio immediately repeated what everyone had just discussed.
"I see …"
Eight-cloud Ink stroked her long hair and thought for a while before smiling.
"I have a solution!"
"What is it?" Vittorio asked immediately.
"Wait a moment."
After saying this, Eight Cloud Ink once again disappeared into the crevice.
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