Dragons Are Disasters

Having spent the night in Lugaroa, Monica and Cyrus climbed into the Dragon Knights’ carriage the next morning and entered the Dalsmore Mountains.

The rain clouds from the previous night still lingered overhead, and intermittent showers came and went. At the moment, a misty drizzle dampened Monica’s robe and bangs.

The Dalsmore Mountains were a range of several peaks, and the forest at their foothills was vast. As a result, the Seventh Investigation Team seemed to be working in several groups. Captain Dunning had entered the area himself to conduct the investigation.

Monica and Cyrus decided to begin their search in the southern part of the forest, accompanied by their guide, Robson.

The magic tool Cyrus had developed could accurately locate a dragon if they had a part of its body, but its range was limited. To search such a vast forest, they would simply have to keep walking.

Cyrus had set a scale from the red dragon, borrowed from Captain Dunning, into a magic tool shaped like a large pocket watch. He held it in his palm as they walked through the forest, with Monica and Robson following behind.

“That’s an interesting magic tool. It’s a pain to track down a dragon that’s hiding, so this thing sure comes in handy.”

“...It’s still unfinished, and its range isn’t that great.”

When Cyrus muttered in a low voice, Robson stroked his stubbled chin and grinned.

“We’re professionals, at least. We’re good at finding traces of dragons. With our information and the readings from your magic tool, we can narrow down its location quite a bit.”...