In an isolated forest of Northern Ishtar... 

“Hmm...”

The ancient Black Dragon, Desdemona, got ready to create a composite of the criminal. Even if the face was known, the identity of the person wasn’t known, so it was unavoidable that she would have to take the trouble of looking for him, but Desdemona didn’t care. She was a dragon. All she had was time, and her time flowed over. Napping was something that dragons did in years, and looking for a single human was only a small part of her life. 

“I’ll catch them no matter what… argh…!”

Desdemona ground her teeth. 

“Whew…”

It was then. 

“Today’s a bit tiring…”

A bush rustled and a man in loose clothing appeared. Looking at the A-frame carrier and the axe on his back, it was obvious he was a woodcutter. 

“Hey.”

Desdemona needed to investigate anyway, so she spoke towards the woodcutter. 

“Yes?”

“You, come here.”

“...?”

“Aren’t you coming?”

Flinch! The woodcutter trembled. He didn’t know what this cute little girl was doing deep inside of this forest, but the...