Crazy Dragon's Diary

June of the year 7685 in the Aikain calendar. I didn't expect that the famous saint Grand Duke turned out to be... It disgusted me so much that I lost all interest in eating... The crime is unpardonable and punishable by death! ! ! "Master, master, the human kingdom now calls you a 'walking natural disaster'! Why don't you explain it to me? They are planning to hunt you down now!" A bright black kitten said as he jumped on the shoulder of a young man, interrupting the diary he was writing. "Walking Scourge? Sounds good." The young man propped his head up and rolled up the drink in front of him with the long tail on his back and took a sip. "Do as you like, I don't have the time to reveal the so-called truth to them." "After eating, let's go. I heard that there is a barbecue in the southern city that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Let's go and try it..."