Go, Blue-Eyes White Dragon!

"This..."

Elder Anbu wore a bitter expression. "You heard it from that boy Severn, didn't you? In recent years, only they have set foot here after that tsunami."

"Mm."

Noah nodded slightly.

"That was more than half a year ago. Back then, the Lord of Sky and Forest was still as kind and gentle as when it first arrived on this island, often lending everyone a hand. The people of the tribe all revered it..."

Elder Anbu personally filled Noah's cup with the tribe's homemade wine and let out a long sigh.

"But for some reason, ever since the divine being returned from a journey several months ago, its temperament has become increasingly violent. Lightning and thunder often rage across the island in the middle of the night, keeping us awake all night."

"This only worsened with time, and several weeks ago..."

The old man glanced at the women around them, lowered his voice, and said sorrowfully,

"That blue dragon even took action several times at night, abducting several young boys from the village. There has been no word of them since, and none have returned. Everyone in the village has been guessing that they were eaten by it..."

His voice trailed off. The old man lowered his eyes, unable to say that final word.

There was something like this too?

Noah frowned and remained silent. He picked up one of the vessels holding food and gently rubbed the erased carvings on it.

—They seemed to have been forcibly worn smooth bit by bit with fingers.

It was not hard to imagine how desperate and furious these indigenous parents must have felt when they saw the images of the deity they had once carved with their own hands after learning that their children had been taken by the dragon they