World Alliance (11)

The next day, Asha and I headed to the Dragonkin Elders' Council.

They wanted to thank us for 【Healing Magic】 and for donating Chocholiges, while we could finally ask them about all the things we'd wanted to know.

The place where the council was held was a round, wooden building. There was a single room immediately inside, with seven chairs lined up side by side.

Seven elders—red, blue, yellow, and four other colors—sat there. For a moment, I secretly thought it looked like an interview room.

"Oh, thank you for coming, nuro."

The elders came bustling over and mobbed us with greetings and thanks. At last, Asha and I sat in the two chairs facing the seven elders.

"Would it be all right if we discussed livestock farming? It seems you have something you'd like to discuss with us as well..."

"Of course."

"Actually, there was talk of raising livestock in Dragonkin City in the past, nuro. But before it could get off the ground, Dragonkin City collapsed."

"...Collapsed?"...