Hello, this is the story before the main part.

Story

A mischievous 4 year old boy gets lost in an underground library. It contained the history of every generation of Dragon Kings. He took out one book. That is the 50th generation Dragon King.

character

The right hand side is

The 100th generation Dragon King in the form of a 4 year old child.

Name: Doragon Dragoon New Min

Ability: Perception

Status: Prince

On the left is

Head maid in the body of a 4 year old child

Name: Ranka Sakuya

Ability: Can clean up quickly

Status: Trainee maid

CR.SHL

After the era of the 50th Dragon King 1 million years have passed. This is the story before entering the main part.

There was a young boy sunbathing in a wide grass field. He smiled and looked at the warm sunshine. He touched the grass. Suddenly, a cherry tree rose from the ground. The pink of the cherry blossoms drowned out the golden sunlight. The young man fell asleep like that. soft meadow It relaxes the mind.

I could smell a sweet scent coming from above. So I got up to search for that scent. I followed that sweet scent even though I was still asleep. It could be called sleepwalking. And suddenly I felt very ominous.

A gust of wind shot down my body and I knew immediately that someone was going to hit me on the head. I quickly jumped and did three somersaults. When I opened my eyes, I saw a pink-headed girl holding a basket. Her name was Ranka Sakuya.

“Wake up, Prince. This is not the time to lie down and play. We have to go put things in the storage room.

There are many more palaces."

"Yes, sir. I'll wake up now, so please give me the things in the basket."

"This is it. Apple with honey."

I received an apple skewer from Ranka. It was delicious. The smooth skin matched the sweetness of the honey when I bit into it. Inside, chocolate was flowing out. It goes really well with apples. It took me some time to eat all the sticks. I suddenly felt a low air pressure. I feel like a big storm is coming in.

I quickly grabbed Ranka's hand and ran towards the castle. As soon as we started to leave the meadow, the path began to turn white. There are shops around. There are people buying things. Everyone greeted me. But I quickly ran back to the castle. The castle looks like a newly built building made from high-carbon red iron and a mix of copper and gold.

In principle, it will break easily. But because it is iron that was created by using the magic power of earth to compress it, making it composed of high earth elements, it is explosion-proof, there is no way it will rust, it is very strong. Even the king's power couldn't do anything. It's very beautiful. I hurried into the castle and walked around the very tall spiral staircase.

I hurriedly ran to my father. I ran to inform them about the approaching storm. I have the ability to intuitively and it comes true every time. In my opinion, it would be so powerful that it could blow down a tree.

Red carpeted walkways, white pots, miniature gardens adorning the walkways. The entrance is carved with flowers. I opened that door. There was a fat, thin, muscular, big man, and a handsome young man sitting in the middle was my father. My father was in a meeting with the heads of other families. Everyone was shocked to see me open the door.

“Prince, this is during the meeting. Is there any reason for you coming like this?”

“That's right. Min can't come in like this. How many times have I told you not to come in while I'm in a meeting?"

“I'm sorry, Father. But right now the situation is very emergency. A storm is coming

and is expected to be so severe that it will blow down people's homes. And it's coming in the next few hours."

"What do you say!!! I would have to suspend the meeting for now. I would like to announce the situation.

Please issue a warning to the people about this matter first."

Everyone knows about my powers of intuition. and began to rise from the meeting to issue a warning to the people I looked around but couldn't find Ranka. I immediately realized that she was still in the grass.

I hurriedly ran back to the meadow. I tried to run as hard as I could. I ran, ran, ran, ran, ran until I reached the grass field. But it was already too late before I arrived. A storm had begun. The wind was very strong. My hair was blowing with the wind. I looked around and saw Ranka hiding behind the cherry tree I had planted. I quickly ran towards Ranka.

"Why don't you run away!?"

"It's it, it's it, it's it, it's it, it's.....so scared I can't move. My legs wouldn't move at all."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"yes"

I held Ranka's hand. Suddenly, a magic circle came out of nowhere and brought us to a strange place. I was shocked that this was a teleportation spell. It moved the two of us to a strange place. There is an old walkway. There is a strange castle. Condition is very old, has many fibers. It was built with rough stone. Ranka gripped my hand tighter than before, but it didn't hurt, it was even soft.

With courage from the deepest part of me I walked forward without fear. I walked up to the front door. Large door made of wood When I put my hand on the wooden door, the two of us

"It's fallen."

"Yes, it's fallen."

The two of us looked down at the area where there was nothing. It was empty and we all fell into a deep hole.

When I woke up, I was able to touch something soft on my hand. I opened my eyes and woke up to find Ranka lying on top of me. I glanced at my hand and saw that I was casually holding Ranka's breasts. I quickly got up and tried not to make a sound. For fear of being startled, I looked around. There were only old bookshelves. There was a lot of dust everywhere. Suddenly a book fell on my head.

"book?"

I took a look at the cover. Turns out it was the coolest thing ever. It was the diary of the 50th generation Dragon King. Maiko Dragon King I immediately opened it and read it.

This is the story of the 100th Generation Dragon King who meets the diary of the 50th Generation Dragon King Maiko.

The young boy didn't know that. Because this will cause issues that cannot be resolved a second time.

His fate was already predetermined.