Roasted Dragon

I rode on Henchman No. 2 as we headed for the Castle in the Sky.

Apparently, there was some incomprehensible enemy called a Demon God inside the castle, and it was occupying the place.

If that thing was there, I would not be able to recover the flying stones that made up the castle, so I was currently launching a raid.

Now then.

The firebird attack from the Demon God of Flame had been dealt with by my henchman sweeping them away.

“I-I could win if it’s only this much…!”

“I see… Then deal with that too.”

Riding on the back of Henchman No. 2, also known as Vivre, I pointed ahead.

The flaming birds that had attacked No. 2 earlier gathered together and transformed into one gigantic bird.

The heat wave was on a completely different level.

The clouds evaporated, and No. 2’s scales were starting to melt from the heat.

“Ugyaaaaaah! I’m gonna diiiie! If I take that head-on, I’m gonna diiiiiie!”

“I drank an adaptation potion, so I’m fine, though.”

“How cruel! Are you going to let your cute henchman die!?”

The only ones cute to me were the slave girls and Cherge, but… well, whatever.

I took out a freezing potion.

“Ugyaaaaaah! It’s coming! It’s cominggggg!”

The ridiculously huge firebird came toward us.

The dragon was about to become a roasted dragon.

I threw the freezing potion into the air.

The bottle melted from the heat, and the contents spilled out.

Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!

“H-huh…? The firebird is… frozen solid.”

All bark and no bite. For something that huge, freezing from just that much was pathetic.

“T-this person is amazing…”

“The obstacle is gone. Now go. Hurry up and go. We’re making a quick recovery!”