An S-ranked Party's Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer

"Well, even though I could have imagined it with a lot of temper... that's huge"

Dragon wreckage. Its facial part alone is about the size of a single dwelling.

The whole picture was such a giant dragon that it could be seen.

"So, in Milm's sight, how long do you keep it?

"A few decades if you don't do anything extra. So, in a few decades, the dragon's magic will run out, so maybe in a hundred years, it'll be just the way it was."

"Good."

In the meantime, I'm going to be able to finish my investigation without a thing.

"All we have to do is see if there's anyone else around here."

"I think I can help you with that."

Walk a few times through the necromance directed at the range and you can also demystify dead demons and stray animals around you.

If there's a reaction, we can go there and take care of the body.

Let's go around.

"Yes."

The investigation of the dragon's graveyard went well through the temper that paved the way just to hold hands again.

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Some time after the Lands arrived, four adventurers stepped into the dragon's graveyard.

"Damn...... what the fuck is Rand's thing? Is that!?

"Fenrill......"

"Stupid......! That dog should have been just a horny wolf!?

"Existential evolution...... is it? Legendary Tamer also has something to promote the evolution of demons..."

"You idiot! It's not like Rand's a legendary Tamer."

The perception of four people, especially Roig's head, that Rand was unusable as a miscellaneous fish, was creeping away.

No, we can't exactly change that perception. Because as soon as we acknowledge that, we will be able to poke at the error of judgment we made then......

"Anyway, to the dragon. I have to check first."

"Heck... I hope the Rand bastard hasn't done anything extra"

"But... you're unmatched when we came here before..."

If Quera had been officially asked, she asks herself if she could have been distracted.

There was no answer.

Quella a while ago might have given you an exact answer.

But for her now, acknowledging it, doing it, was too unacceptable for her, and for the pride of the organization she carried.

The answer that sprouted deep in her breasts was, "I can be completely distracted if you bring some clerics, not just myself".

The room to rely on people for her now was no longer in many ways.

"Come on! Let's go! I'm in front of you! Now you're not late!?

"Wait Roig!? The farther you go, the more you lose sight of it!?

"That's why you're telling me you're not late. Ooh!"

Quera and Mail managed to keep up with Roig, who didn't even listen to Fayed stop.

Proceed in the form of Fayed.

In contrast to the Lands, an unstable dragon graveyard investigation was opening the curtain.