Sweet daily life of Little Tanuki and Qin Che in Love and Deep Space

The unfinished words stuck in his throat. You watched as he snapped his fingers, sending a ball of energy drifting into the depths of the cave.

From near to far, flames of red light appeared, shimmering and dazzling, so bright that people could hardly open their eyes.

Those are... thousands upon thousands of precious artifacts piled up here by the dragon.

"..."

His taste had already been developed by this time...

No, dragons really do like these shiny, golden things.

"What, you don't want it?"

Seeing that there was no greed in your eyes as he had imagined, Long asked with a hint of disappointment.

"...I want it!" Feeling you hadn't behaved well earlier, you put on a smiling face again. "As long as you're willing to part with it!"

He smiled and said, "What's there to be reluctant about? You're mine now."

After speaking, its tail wrapped around you again, turning you around and pushing you toward the treasure vault.

When that tail touched you again, you couldn't resist touching it a couple more times.

Hmm, it's cool and refreshing, and feels nice to the touch.

You are mine now...

Even though you understand the ambiguity in this sentence, you can't help but feel a little happy.

With your back to him, mimic his tone in a voice he shouldn't be able to hear: "Man, you are mine now..."

It was just this simple act of self-entertainment that seemed to have made me forget all the terrible things that had happened during the day.

The dragon lurks in the shadows, its gaze complex.

The Dragon Cave had clearly been uninhabited for a long time. You came to a mountain of gold coins, and after parting the thick spider webs, you found a knife rack lying behind you.

You prop up the almost rotten wooden shelf and take down a dagger that reflects a cold light.

"The Demon-Sealing Blade, according to legend, can completely shatter the dragon's soul if you pierce it into the dragon's heart and spin it three times."

"...This knife looks good for cutting fruit."

You put down the dagger, and to your right there is an open box containing a blade that looks like a hidden weapon.

"The feathers of the immortal golden crow are specifically used to gouge out the eyes of dragons."

"The Feather of the Undying Golden Crow..." This name sounds familiar, doesn't it? Isn't this a treasure from the Dragon Slayer game you played with Qin Che before? So it's not fictional, it really exists.

When the dragon saw you staring blankly at the feathers of the immortal golden crow, it sensed that you were still coveting its eyes.

He said with a hint of sarcasm, "Your human weapons seem to get more powerful the longer they have names, but this little thing isn't even good for trimming nails."

You turn around and glance at his large, dark, scale-covered palm.

Um... Shall I get my nails done?

Then you look at the pitifully small razor blade in your hand.

It really sends chills down my spine...

You look around at this vast treasure trove.

"I didn't expect you to collect weapons. Do dragons have this kind of hobby? I thought you only liked things like gold coins and gems."

His gaze fell on his hands, and he said disdainfully, "These are all things that you humans have offered up for us."

You shrug: "Then it seems... it wasn't a very polite way to do it."

Long chuckled maliciously: "Yes, it's a pity that the people who sent them are all dead, while I'm still alive."

"Then, that sword that sealed you... was it really 'given' to you by the bishop of the Holy Judgment depicted in the mural?"

You voiced the question that had been lingering in your mind.