Listening to Miss Black Dragon's helpless sigh, Modir's rocking chair finally stopped. The old mage rolled his eyes to the sky and spoke somewhat irritably: "Isn't that nonsense—my originally planned adventure is now shelved, every day I just watch people come and go, listen to them tell me about new changes outside the camp, how can I not be bored?"
The young Black Dragon Girl showed a troubled expression on her face: "Well... we're worried about unexpected events..."
"I know, I know," Modir waved impatiently, not letting her finish. "You're essentially worried that I'll accidentally die outside before my descendant rushing over from the Loren Continent arrives. Why embellish so much..."
The Black Dragon Girl's face instantly became more awkward than before: "Actually... that's not the only reason..."
