Hellmode ~A Hardcore Gamer Becomes Peerless in Another World with Retro Game Settings~

It was the evening before the decisive battle, during dinner.With Abigayle by his side, Allen noticed something about the alcohol Rosalina was drinking.

"By the way, does Nestirad ever drink alcohol, eat food, or sleep?"

"Alcohol and food?"

In ancient cultures, getting fierce creatures like the Yamata no Orochi drunk and attacking them while they slept was a common strategy.

"Well, there were times when sacrifices were made, but I’ve heard that it never really worked out. Nestirad does occasionally stop its activities, but the cause is unknown. At the very least, we’ve never been able to restrict its actions through our own efforts."

According to what the warden Abigayle had mentioned several times, the spirit beast Nestirad was like a natural disaster.

(He’s been facing off against Nestirad for about 20 years as the fortress’s chief warden. He probably got detailed information from the previous chief warden. There’s likely no mistake in this information.)

Abigayle, who wasn’t even 40 years old yet, was impressive, though perhaps young for a member of the dragonkin, who were said to live for a thousand years.Perhaps in the divine realm, there was a saying that dragons grow up quickly just like gourds.But he had surely heard the specifics of Nestirad, the disaster of the spiritual disturbance, from his predecessor.

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