It was different from a dragon. The wingless body was elongated and a blue bead was clutched by its short feet. It was a creature called a dragon of the east. 

Beady eyes and a beard covered in a frightening miasma. 

Basara, who was shrinking back in an overwhelmed manner, suddenly laughed. It was because she had the thought that Bunhelier’s small front feet resembled this dragon’s feet. At this moment— 

Flash! 

A light emanated from the bead held by the dragon. It was an orange light. It was warm as it seeped into Basara’s belly. It felt like she was in His Majesty’s arms. All the anxiety in her mind melted away. 

“...Ah.” Basara was stunned when she woke up. It was due to the feeling from her stomach. There was a pleasant warmth and pressure. Someone’s hand was caressing her belly with enthusiasm and sincerity. She felt so much devotion that it was like she became a valuable being. 

"Your Majesty." 

Grid stopped Basara, who was trying to get up in a hurry. “Stay where you are. You aren’t alone.” 

Of course, Basara had a youthful look comparable to those in their 20s. In a world filled with all types of elixirs, magic,...