The 5000-year-old Herbivorous Dragon

The space was shattered.

My consciousness rapidly drifts away, but I have no anxiety. The next time I woke up, I was sure I would be getting my own back.

As I close my eyes, a daydreaming sight comes to mind only for a moment - …

An altar in the basement, like digging a hole.

Fake family members standing there and a man with golden hair.

'... are you really glad you lied like this?

'Oh. The lies that have flown so far are better served by the gathering of faith to your advantage. Fraud should be grand. It's my rule of thumb. "

'No, it's not. Shouldn't I explain the circumstances to that Tisan Catali lizard or your relatives?

Ha, and the blonde man laughs.

"Can you say that?"

"Why"

'That's okay. Don't worry about it. This is my business. I'll take good care of that lizard and let my offspring smoke delicious juice. I don't know what else to do. "

'You made me, you're a lot poorer at lying. You are.'

Fake family members also have signs that they laughed bitterly across the mask.

"Are you lying? I can't believe a guy like me wants to give that lizard back - what kind of face can you say that looks great?"

A fake relative nodded at the words.

'Well, let's just say I fill in the absurd impossibility. I'll try to keep your shitty lies brilliant.'

'... bad. I asked for it.

No, thank you.

Fake family members looking back on the altar.

The altar is dedicated to daggers decorated with jewels.

"Even for me, it's rewarding - because I think it's a very good lie"