I, Viretta, Am Going to Hunt a Dragon

Viretta, who had died and come back to life, gazed absently at the mining village.

The dragon, whose instinct to return home was strong, had flown back to its nest the day before and had not taken flight again. It might need water, but it seemed unmoved, perhaps having drunk enough earlier.

The hot air balloon could not be brought any closer. No one volunteered, and Viretta couldn’t go up herself.

She faced the wind and looked toward the dragon’s nest. It was fortunate that there was no sign of rain.

[Dragon Research Journal – Habits

:: Dragons avoid water.

They do not like wet soil, and when it rains, they seek shelter in caves or areas where the rain does not reach.

They do not immerse themselves in lakes, preferring to take sand baths like lizards.

Dragon wings are not made of feathers, so they can fly even when wet.

Additionally, wet dragons become quite aggressive, so caution is necessary.]

Even now, a ferocious dragon could become even more dangerous, and if heavy rain were to come, hunting would be delayed for quite some time.

“…This isn’t really the time for this kind of thinking, is it?”@@novelbin@@

Viretta sighed as she closed the research journal that Iola had written.

His research had advanced significantly since the beginning. He had corrected the old mistakes and discovered many new facts.