[Lost Era 1001, unknown date.
The twenty-fifth day since arriving at Ebony Forest.
This had been rigorously calculated.
It was the result my most capable assistant, Sword of Dawn Aiyer Dawn—History Seeker, Fearless Challenger, Penitent, Seeker of Lost Glory—had obtained after counting for several seconds. (If I don't write it this way, she won't tell me.)
After all, there was no danger to run into in Ebony Forest, so she had no need to stay constantly alert to every movement around her, always looking ready for battle.
This was a vacation. There was no need to keep trembling with fear.
I allowed her to relax, to shed her armor and wear a pretty dress to Nasar's party. Besides, Magic Power Plate Armor "could be put on and taken off in an instant."
Last night's party had been delightful. Everyone had played until late, and Yiwu had even gone around the carousel twenty times.
I was also glad to become friends with Nasar, the ancient faerie dragon, at the party.
Yes, counting that bedboard dragon, this was already the fourth dragon I had seen.
My fellow students at Poet Academy, please don't be too jealous of me.
I believed most people would not want to become Nasar's friends.
That was not to say this faerie dragon, who had slept for many years, was some heinous, selfish bastard.
He was nice, truly—a wonderfully friendly friend, like a brat who would run into your room every holiday, point at the decorations you had painstakingly arranged, and even accidentally break your favorite clay figurine.
He would ask if you wanted to taste his favorite cake, inquire whether the bedboard beneath you was comfortable while you slept, then personally carry you through the air to his neighbor's house the next day—
As long as you