117-weakness of ancient magic (2/2)

'Averu?　Huh. Huh. You mean that inferior eye?

After receiving Eliza's words, Brian suddenly starts giggling.

'Hey. You know what?　I'm talking about the dragon I lent you, Abel. It was the worst dragon ever to suit his inferiority complex.

He can't move a muscle and he's always so proud. No one has ever seen him fly properly?

Well, that's not such a ...... thing.

'Kukku!　Hahahaha!　That inferior eye would have been kicked to death by a f*cking dragon by now!

Suddenly, tears ran down the corners of Eliza's eyes.

Even if she tried to resist, she couldn't move her body due to the effects of the drug.

Brian straddled Eliza and gradually moved himself closer to her.

'Don't worry. If you stay quiet, I won't make you look bad.'

That was the moment Brian licked his lips and tried to get Eliza undressed.

'Excuse me. There, coming through.

With a familiar voice, a single giant dragon crossed in front of Eliza's eyes.

''Dwaaaaaaah!''

Brian was suddenly kicked in the face by a giant dragon, causing him to roll around on the ground in a haphazard manner.

Eliza was stunned by the sudden development, forgetting to even blink.

Because--.

It was because what was there was the figure of Abel, the person she had longed for who would never appear.