Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

That was a little early to say at dusk.

I wondered if the air shivered billibly with a roar that suddenly rang from one direction in the mountains, and a tsunami of magic continued to push around the signs of the dense dragons, swallowing the coalition of Fortrace and the kingdoms of the Beasts who were laying formation at the foot.

It was a loud tongue pounding as the aftermath seemed to flow in the direction of the nations of the Beasts behind it. The trio of Doyle's men brought us here to quickly grasp the coalition and hurry to prepare to carry the war in their favor, all of which has just returned to nothing.

Daily struggles are wasted and anger is engulfed, but what is to be done is a battle for each other's survival. If you jump over the dragon, you'll be in this mountain range for a moment, so I know very well how this unsolicited wish can go about preparing something slower in my own country.

But I can't help complaining about this situation.

An unexpected hand I received where I was brave enough to take the lead.

Besides, here are the elites who are proud of the mercenaries and the nations of the beasts to the knights and sorcerers chosen from within Fort Reyes, who acted worse than the ones who were sensitive to magic and the signs of their hands. The coalition is greatly upset by the roar of the dragons, a racially powerful man who can also be taken as a declaration of war, and instantly the blurring and anxiety spread.

I did.

Instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to gain an advantage, it remains a crisis of coalition collapse.

"Scola! Everybody down and get back on your feet before the dead come out!

Think and tongue about the events that will happen after this, and scream like that at the one crack behind her and the soldiers who were around her will disappear.

"I've got this place. Brother!"

Scola, who responded loudly, transported the noisy soldiers one after the other to a backward pioneering place with transfer magic. She's a busy sister, but she only has the strength. In less than an hour, we'll regroup the disturbed army and we'll be back.

I stopped chasing that figure with my eyes as I snorted with Hung, and I regained the cane I was in charge of as I looked at the mountain in front of me with Tabor and a few others left.

Even so, it's very hard.

"How long do you think the first batch will be here?

"Five minutes from now. He told me about the guy who went on the reconnaissance, and there were a bunch of little things in the shallow waters of that mountain."

The answer given by one of my buddies, who has been dating since before the mercenary regiment changed its name from [Black Snake] to [Old Snake], is the same as mine. If you zero your tongue again, you'll pull out your sword laughing at "The Frowns Are Going Awesome". Other faces reacted similarly, and I wanted to yell that I didn't feel nervous about the appearance of my colleagues preparing my stuff without any particular rush, and I was reliable.

- He's always trying to get fat.

Smaller snorts at the unattractive ones.

These guys, who have spent less years together, still have a lot of hiyoko, including our rookies, who need to push their backs and wipe their asses. I have promises to fucking kids, and I can't make the coalition I've gathered around the corner here useless.

Besides, it's the role of the elderly to actually show them how to deal with these unforeseen situations.

"Tabor! I'm not so annoyed. So work fast!

"Uhm."

We haven't even pulled out a weapon yet. If we hurry Tabor, there's finally a line between us and the soldiers Scola's retrieving.

Oh, boy. Now I can finally use my magic as much as I want.

What I looked up at with my cocky neck ringing was the warcraft who had fled the mountain in a panic frightened by the dragon roar.

"That's an untouched mountain range"

"There's a lot more coming out of this."

"How much would it cost if I had finished it all?

"Whoa. If I collect this and sell it, the price will collapse."

Among the faces belonging to the Black Snake, the ancient stock, the companions are having a pleasant conversation looking at the mountains in front of them and the mountain ranges that extend behind them, but their eyes are sharp and tingling and tension caresses their skin.

If we pass these Warcraft, the Alliance will no longer function, and we will easily allow the dragons to march somewhere in the mountains.

Behind it lies what is important to me and my people.

I guess these guys are tempered too.

As I raised the end of my mouth to a temperamental face, I nodded in my heart for the first time in a long time to the sight where all my magic seemed to be unleashed.

Fully motivated excitement easily outweighs fear and anxiety.

These are my places for mercenaries, and that was the nature that applies to these guys who have arrived so far.

"How will you deal with it? Leader."

"I'm not free enough to gently treat a beast that's lost its reason."

If you turn your eyes to someone who's been asking you that with his eyes full of anticipation, you'll be waiting for me to give you the order.

- You don't have to worry, I'm not saying anything small to you guys.

The guys with heads around and mindfulness are taking Scola to rebuild the coalition in the first place, and all that's left here are the ones who can only ravage who boast of their high firepower. It's pointless to direct these guys to a good herd of warcraft and return them to the mountains, or just place a fine order.

Therefore, the life to be given is determined.

"Turn it off. All without a trace"

"" "" "Roger" "" "

Everyone kicked the ground without slaughtering their enemies simultaneously, along with Noh's reply, which seeped with an irresistible joy.

"I'm leaving, too, so I'll take care of the positioning. Tabor."

"I understand."

Slowly, but firmly watching Tabor snort, I move forward more than my runaway companions. And while burning down the imminent Warcraft with or without a fireball, check at the edge of our sight the signposts that Tabor is making out of the earth to avoid getting caught up in each other's attacks. Then I swept the perimeter.

Did your people start fighting too, you can hear the explosion and the roar of the Warcraft from behind.

Standing in the middle of nowhere and preparing in the seconds you created is a response to an earlier declaration of war. If we are going to go out of our way to invade people's land across the mountains, we will have to be prepared to do so.

You'll be in between the mountains. If you put your magic into the wand while staring at the dragons, the embedded treasure balls seemingly overpowered would have shined more than planned, but well.

Based on my extensive magic, this level of error is not a problem.

"[Thunderstorm]"

Black thunderclouds made of my magic cover the mountain range according to the skill I recited. Bad size. I don't know if it will hit the dragons because I only know the general direction, but this size should definitely get to my eyes.

- Don't think it's going to be easy.

The more you wave your wand with such emotion, the lightning pours down like an evening, and the more painful your eyes are at the uninterrupted flash, the more illuminated and slightly delayed the roar sounds.

The Warcraft stopped to marvel at the light and sound as they aimed.

I wouldn't do anything stupid to miss that gap.

"[Flamewall], [Tornado], [Stone Needle], [Ice Arrow]"

After letting the flaming wall that emerged into the midst of the herd with a large tornado, the Warcraft fled the vortex of flames with a single hair, giving them a stone needle mountain from the ground and an arrow of ice from the head.

The warcraft, which was in the rain of thunder, ran out shortly after raising the demon.

That was yesterday.

The events of the last two days, which were being pursued to deal with the effects of the dragon's roar, deserve to be described as outrageous.

In less than an hour or so, I will continue to process the Warcraft coming down the mountains as if I were being chased by the dragons with the remaining brain muscles, and Scola and the others, who rebuilt their armies as promised, join me. Afterwards, he recovered his functions as an army, joined the chain of command and revived coalition forces, and survived both the second and third waves of the Warcraft, gradually becoming stronger, working with Scola, Tabor and other magicians where the momentum was weakened to break the earth at the foot.

Due to the breakdown of the ground, which has produced a width and depth that cannot be said to be the valley, the warcraft gushing out of the mountain range have had to stop their feet and are now urrowing between the foothills and the breakdown of the ground. Sometimes I hear roars about whether they are arguing with each other or not, but the coalition was to rebound in retreat because they no longer had to worry about going to the kingdoms of the Beasts first.

That's how I pulled the tabols to the main point of the revamped formation and let them make a sigh of dirt so I could finally catch a breath last night, but the dragons aren't willing to let us rest. Well, I'm going to war, naturally, but I couldn't help but nibble at the sight I see ahead of my sight.

I was watching if there were any warcraft coming over the rift. I thought Scola said they were calling me and I was knocked out of my sleep, over the mountain range I peered at when I was urged to [farsighted] when I looked at each other. If you gaze further into the shadows that travel with the morning sun on your back, you will see a large black dragon with dozens of dragons behind you.

- It hasn't been half a month since we sent out the fucking kids!

Gillin 'teeth at the sight of the dragons, far earlier than two months after he told Doyle, he also had a difficult look on Scola's face if he looked back at the momentum.

What Scola said then was how long it would take for the dragon kingdom to be ready for battle before marching on and assuming that it would fight the kingdoms of the Beasts before Fortrace became a battlefield.

Naturally, the enemy doesn't move as well as he wants, and since this is the first time he's fought a dragon country or something, I was well aware that the previous rule of thumb wouldn't apply, but it's too soon to do that. Even though I knew I had no choice, there was an abusive murmur in my brain.

Nevertheless, I wasn't thinking about the situation with us at all. I went back after the war was declared. I was ready to confront the dragons in a few days.

But it is not a welcome situation, and tongue-beating cannot be stopped.

"This is the only time it's gonna work the way I expected."

"Yeah, really. But I can't help it. I feel that the number is smaller than we had in mind assuming that the chief has led us, and the fact that we have come so hastily must mean that the circumstances held by the land of dragons are more serious than we imagined. What will you do?

What came to mind in Scola's words were the warcraft that came running down to be chased by the roar of the dragon. Unlike the Warcraft of the first wave, who would have lived in the shallow waters of the mountains, the ones of the second and third waves were those with territory further behind the summits and mountain ranges, that is, near the dwellings of subhuman beings such as dragons and dwarves.

There were times when people who knew the other side, like me and Scola and Tabor, were at the forefront, and the coalition had done less damage, but there was a great deal of minor confusion and upset, and the wounded were out. We also needed to respond to early horses and scouts from the kingdoms of rushed beasts wondering if the battle had already begun with the arrival of dragon magic without any real harm, and there were several times when we felt it would suck if we were attacked.

But it is now that the dragons have shown themselves.

What that fact indicates.

If the tsunami of magic that arrived yesterday was a declaration of war from the dragons and a combination of surprise attacks, the dragons will not be made an operation unless they show themselves before we finish dealing with them.

Then the purpose of that dragon's roar would have been different.

And only a few dozen dragons and a big black dragon flying at its head. I'm pretty sure that big dragon at the moment is the head of a dragon I've seen when I was a kid.

A child's dragon is a sufficient threat from humans and beasts, and if you become an adult female dragon, you are so much stronger than the demon king or something called the King of Worms, who has wielded fierceness in the past. Regardless of the children who are indifferent to humanization, the highly homogeneous dragons should stand together if it is a war that has named the country. The likelihood of losing one of your people is dramatically reduced.

But only a few dozen of them actually showed up before us. Normally it's likely a scout or an advance team, but it's the long black dragon that's at their head, and I haven't heard of the dragon country replacing them. I think he said it was time for his kid to hatch when we were kids, so that big black dragon should still be in full season.

The loyalty of the dragons is not shallow enough to leave a big man saying that the beloved chief will be in the line. The hypothesis that you can't get your hands off of fighting some subhuman country became impossible at the time the chief came here. If my country is in danger, my head will vacate the country, and so on.

The only possibility that remains is that whoever can fight, and now it is the whole army that is in the eyes of me and Scola. And if the roar the other day was done to reduce the burden on a handful of soldiers, it is also conceivable that they are handy for some reason.

Being a strong racist, dragons rarely fall behind other races, even when they are children, and tend to choose frontal breakthroughs because they are proud of their clan, but do not like small craftsmen, etc. But this time I tried to exhaust this one by using the Warcraft of the Mountains before declaring war. Unusual for depressingly proud dragons. No, I can also say it's an anomaly.

And more importantly, what bothers me is that the Coalition didn't jump over their heads while they were being chased to deal with the Warcraft.

- Could it be that you're on guard for me?

If you saw the thunder rain I gave you in return for declaring war, and the dragons knew there was an elf or equivalent magician, they were afraid of the possibility of being shot down in flight. That means the dragons decided that eating that magic I unleashed instead of greeting would be life-threatening and hesitated.

The time taken to reach that conclusion was dozens of seconds.

I would have followed the same thought process. Scola and I met eye to eye.

"I was wondering if there were enough gaps to get in."

"Oh."

If the dragons are weak enough to feel the crisis with that degree of magic, albeit somewhat overpowered, then there is a fight.

The request we received from the Fort Reyes royal family and Doyle was not to destroy the enemy, but to end the war with minimal damage to the land. They say if there's room for negotiation, you don't have to fight, and they also give you some discretion to promise you that if you need to do that, you can fulfill your wishes over there at my discretion.

Fighting or discussing it depends on our judgment. The situation is heavy, but that's why it's rewarding.

That seems to be the same for Scola, who had a rare and fierce grin on his face.

"Then of course."

Our priority should be to protect the kingdoms and fortraiths of the beasts that spread behind us from the dragon threat, and we need to uncover the plans of the descendants of the dry ad demon kings that Doyle is chasing to make it happen in the best possible way and know what the dragons are after. I don't know anything, but I have nothing to negotiate with.

According to the last information we received, Doyle seems to have headed inside us to stop the Elf and Handel fight, so it will bring good news in the near future. Until then, we must defend this front.

I conclude so that it can reach the ears of Scola and the beasts who are eavesdropping on our conversation afterwards.

"Intercept. We're not stopping here until the fucking kid grabs something."

"- I understand. Leader."

If I followed with my eyes the way Scola looked back at Kurli, who bowed his head deeply as if he could stand me, the leader, I could see increased heat in the eyes of those who were holding back behind him.

You'll be anxious to start a war too soon.

There must be some fear of fighting dragons.

But behind them are important people to protect.

My people are still fighting in the distance while I'm doing this.

So there is no way I can escape home, and I don't come to this land knowing that I will be front-line from the edge without the will to think about it.

"[Loud] -" We have confirmed the march of the land of dragons. All units, move to interception readiness immediately! I'll intercept! '"

The evidence echoed an air-shaking roar the next moment when Skola, who dunked her wand to the floor, told the entire army to use her skills and give her orders.

I look back at the dragons from the people who raise their voices to arouse me, and I quickly pour my magic on my wand and wave it too. I don't know what makes you so weak, but it's convenience that you're acting discreetly.

To get you worried alert about when the thunderstorm that you saw yesterday is coming, this time call for a black cloud around the ground that you cracked with an emphasis on speed over power [thunderstorms]. Then the dragons, who were flying, stopped moving, and went down one head after another to the heavenly side of the mountain, which was closest to us.

Looking at it using [Farsighted], a bumpy stimulus runs into my eyes, and my gaze bumps with the black dragon looking at this one. The clever Scola is an artist I can't possibly interfere with someone else's farsightedness anyway.

That's the head of the dragon. I thought the irritated silver eyes narrowed as if they deserved me, so I waved my wand and responded, 'Don't get too well. The young making of elves' murderous caged thought flew in.

But raw hatred doesn't resonate with my heart.

If you're frightened to this extent, you don't want to be the leader of a mercenary regiment.

Ha, I laughed with my nose, and when I was done giving instructions, Scola, who was coming back next door, turned a frightened eye on me.

"Don't stir it up too much, will you? Because when the beast is caught up, it acts like hell."

"I know. You hear more than that?" Young Elves. "

"I heard you. You kindly sent it to me too. When has it been the first time you've been insulted by a young man, etc? The dragons don't seem to know the breadth of the world."

I usually almost get chills from my sister with a cold smile, but only today that's not the case. I also agree with Scola by raising the end of my mouth.

"Oh. I'm sure it's no big deal about the Coalition guys, you'll look down and you'll have cancer. I don't know if the world is wrong. They need to know that they're up there once."

"If Doyle or Celery or Zeno had been here, those dragons would have gone to heaven. I'm not sorry."

"Right. I don't even think Dragon King can serve spirits of different attributes like Doyle."

"Yes."

While we converse with each other with zero white laughter, me and Scola continue to observe the dragons descend into the mountains. That's how the last one became human and disappeared into the mountains, and we jumped off the lookout to welcome the dragons, who would soon come to the foot.

Moving down from sight to the head of the army, waiting for the dragons for a moment or so.

Kofi, who personified those who excelled in defense, such as Tabor and exploration, and ordered surveillance of the dragons lost in the mountains not to secretly get out of this front, appeared at the foot, accompanied by a dragon king who looked very upset.

The sight of the warcraft who sat between the mountains and the cracks of the earth at the dragon's arrival, wrapped around their tails and fled simultaneously was quite spectacular, but he could not say anything so pleasant. Amidst all the tension, me and Scola were in the final negotiations with the Dragon King standing on the other side of the valley as representatives of the coalition.

But the sight with the Dragon King will end without much time.

"I just do what I look for"

"Why don't you tell me what you're looking for? If you ask me, I might be able to help you."

"I can't do that. The dragon's body is equal to treasure for the humans. If humans knew what we were looking for, they wouldn't know how much we'd pay in exchange."

That's what Dragon King said about Scola's suggestion, and he smiled.

It is true that from a human point of view scales are more superb material to the bones and flesh originally, but it is up to the negotiations whether they will be needed. And because we, the elves, and the royal family of Fortrace, said that they would be the focal points for negotiations with countries, it's not true that we can blow up terrible conditions. Because Agricult and Handel, who are in trouble when they can stop fighting as a nation of humans, will definitely be on their side when Fortrace is gone on the front lines with the Subhumans. Few countries underestimate Handel, a relay point for agricult and commerce that serves as a food bank for the surrounding countries with the Great Temple.

That much explaining never softened the dragon king's attitude.

Their demands have consistently remained the same, and I want to search every corner for the land on this side where humans live because I'm looking for something. But I'm not willing to tell you what I'm looking for or how to investigate it.

It's a groundbreaking story to welcome a large number of dragons who are a threat to human beings without any explanation, without even being informed of what they will do.

My patience was far beyond my limits to the dragons poking at unscrupulous conditions, not at all willing to walk over.

"I don't know what to look for, but there's no way I can get through the demands of wanting to go around every corner of someone else's country."

If you throw up like that, Scola will call me, but you know what?

I'm not willing to hide the will of any of these guys to suffer from eclampsia until they continue to do so if they can't drink their unscrupulous terms. You're weakening for some reason, and you still think you can do whatever it takes, like us or the nations of man. Totally licking it.

I am heavily aware of one crack in the unwillingness to make concessions to the dragons or making fun of this one. Still, I know that this is how we set the venue for negotiations and stick with frustration because Scola is deeply involved in Fortrace's internal affairs as a wise man and worries about the damage that would come out if it were a war.

But this time, they're bad. He wasn't a more negotiable opponent. I don't know if I'm willing to discuss this with these guys. It's no use just how many alternatives I gave you.

As if to affirm my thoughts, the Dragon King speaks cruel words in a very natural tone.

"We can't give in, either, so if we can't get a drink, that's it."

The grin that Scola was floating hard on the words froze with a pissy sound. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who could hear Petin and Kanyaka hang up.

"Well, I get it. Negotiation means breakdown."

"Nevertheless, we can't go through with 'yes' either, you know?

Dragon King shook his head vertically at Eagle Fling if he followed Scola, who had announced the end of the dialogue in a bottom-cold voice.

"Regardless."

hours after the breakdown of negotiations with the Dragon King.

The battle that had finally begun was currently taking place over the valley.

Black clouds spread over the heads of battlefields.

Most of them are illusions by us and Fortrace magicians, but by the way, there's also a mix of what I and Scola called. 'Cause I was alert to the good feeling because I struck down the guy who tried to jump over the dragon body first, and no dragon was there so far trying to follow him.

The power of flames, snowstorms, and winds thrown out of the dragon's mouth, though over the valley, afflicts the Allied soldiers strongly. Luckily for you, you're looking for something, but you don't have a dragon to go out on the tough side of sweeping with braces. The braces are powerful, but they can burn everything down.

Tabor or me or Scola could have prevented it, but not many times. Therefore, I would like the brace to remain unused.

"If you get tired, leave the place to your fellows who are holding back and back off once! The important thing is not to rest your attacking hand and interrupt your defense."

"Yes!

On the sidelines of Scola, who lowered the knight who seemed to be near the limit and turned him to the restorer, I ice magically offset the flame that the Black Dragon had thrown up. Then he drops a chunk of the stone that was flying into the valley with thunder and keeps the blizzard burning out with flaming magic.

Thanks to our first greeting with the weak dragons, so far we have succeeded in pushing them to the foot of the mountain. At this distance, however, we were unable to take advantage of beasts with excellent physical skills such as swords, spears and martial arts, and everyone's magic and strength had begun to twitch and shred. Damage is minimal and reserved, but if this situation continues, fatal failures will eventually occur somewhere in the formation.

I just want to hit my next hand before then......

Silver eyes that look at me won't allow it.

I'm glad you're being vigilant and careful, but I just want you to show some gaps. Well, you're dealing with dragons, so some struggle's natural.

Well, how do you scratch those eyes?

That's when I started to think about it.

A voice drawn by fear calls me.

"Leader!"

"The green dragon!

There is a green dragon with his mouth wide open if he runs his gaze into a screaming voice, and from behind his throat the light is twitching his face. As long as I look at my body, which is smaller than my surroundings, I'm still young, and I guess I'm in a hurry for this situation.

He instilled magic into the wand at once to offset the braces released by the Green Dragon while zeroing his tongue and opened his mouth to name his skills.

But there's no voice coming out of my throat.

Instead, a growl shook his eardrum, wiping out all the sounds of the battlefield.

- What the hell!?

I open my eyes to the roar of the dragon I could hear from behind me and look back unexpectedly. When the hell did they turn around behind you?

Or he said he narrowed Tabor's work to surveillance by the dragons so he wouldn't let one of them get away with it, but what the fuck? No, more than that. Now we have to do something about the Green Dragon brace. Don't be upset by others' failures and undermine what you need to accomplish.

If we somehow regained consciousness to the Green Dragon as various thoughts rushed around in a flash, the big mouth that was flickering the braces was closed, and instead the pupils were open to see if this was still the case.

I don't know what you mean, if you run your gaze to the battlefield, you'll all look the same, but all the dragons who stopped the attack are staring at the far rear of the coalition in a flash somewhere, and the more persistent you are, the more you look at the silver eyes that were after me.

What is happening on this battlefield now?

Black dots floating in the blue sky if you follow the dragons' gaze tip.

"- Father!"

The entire coalition is engulfed in a flash of pressing air by the sounding voice and the appearance of the black dragon it saw. Whoever the dragon from behind called "Father" was obvious if you look at the color of the scales that surround you.

I could hear someone breathtaking.

Fear propagates instantly.

This situation is so bad.

Reflectively moving bodies send magic to the wand if they don't shoot down that impending black dragon before it's irrevocable. But interfering with it was my one crack we were supposed to be fighting together.

"Brother! Over that black dragon's head!

If you look at the fingertips of Scola, who is either excited or violently shaking, a young man with shining hair and purple eyes in gold, standing on his earthfoot over the head of a proud dragon.

- Huh?

No one can blame me for the incontrovertible colors and their appearance that led to the defenseless and stunning passing of the Black Dragon over the Coalition's head. Because dragons and coalition forces, probably everyone on the battlefield, stood up to that unlikely sight.

I wondered if the sudden intrusion of the dragon king's childlike agitation on the black dragon and Doyle had also unwakened and burned my eyes by the visible light, and now I bury and stand in the valley so that the ice wall, so huge that it could reach heaven, separates the dragons from the coalition.

A lot of things are too flashy to know what to go into anymore.

"... you must be back soon."

"... would a flashy appearance be Zeno's blood"

The dry laughter that managed to squeeze my thoughts out of Scola's mouth was then scratched off by the rising air trembling cheer.