Life with my Little Sister

My name is Harvey.

It is a proud dragon.

And it is the head of the mountain that dominates the Luville Mountains.

Mountain necks are close to lords everywhere in the human world.

Unfortunately, not enough force to name a king, but still in a position to follow many of his subordinates.

Many of the dragons live in the mountains. Hence, the mountain neck.

If you're setting up territory in a place that's not a mountain, it's a mountain neck.

This neighborhood will emphasize the part broiled by the population, but it will be because.

Did you know that every water dragon living in the lake is not a mountain?

The mountains are honorable.

I'm strong.

It's not strong because it's a dragon.

I am strong.

Unless you create your own territory, the position of the mountain neck will be taken over from previous generations, but the way you take it over varies from mountain to mountain.

If it is simply a hereditary attack, or if the candidates are to be discussed and elected by the inhabitants in that mountain.

Or it seems that they may simply be nominated as predecessors.

But the Lord of this Luville Mountains is to hit this with power, from generation to generation.

... with a few exceptions.

I surrendered my predecessors by force, and ascended to the neck of the contemporary mountain.

Show strength! This is what the dragon will really be.

A dragon must be stronger and fiercer than anyone else.

Earlier generations, etc., are awesome ways to have anecdotes that didn't stop fighting to get their wings torn, their arms held, and their eyes crushed.

... with a few exceptions.

For a dragon, it would be an obligation, at the earliest opportunity, to preserve majesty.

Everyone admits to being the strongest, so you have to behave like you deserve it.

That's not limited to me.

So is my subordinate, and I want my unrelated dragon to be.

No, it should be.

Therefore, I will continue to take the initiative to show it.

Keep proving that dragons are heavy.

It was one day that there were visitors to me who thought so and lived so.

"You think it's an elf?

"Heh. He wants to talk to his head about anything."

That's what my dragon tells me.

I have no contact with the elves.

As many times as I've seen it before when I was serving my generation as a lower end.

But a dragon is a great thing.

Extremely rarely, humans and other races bring sleeping advice that they want to give away treasure or help.

This time, I'm sure, it will be.

"What are you gonna do? Don't you want to chase me back?

There is no point in asking, such as the unyielding wishes of the little things.

If I were you, let my men get rid of me. That's it...

"How many people did that elf come from?

"From what I've seen, I won't do it alone. If you're not hiding, you're not hiding."

"Ho. Did you come alone to the dragon's residence?"

That rigidity should be praised.

Human royalty, for example, sometimes sends troops. It's cowardly.

"Good. Let's spare that savage courage, shall we? Let it pass while you can."

Between the sights of my mountain, it is wide.

Made to creep inside a giant rocky mountain, it's made in anticipation of other dragons visiting.

So when the little thing sees this, it crushes the liver, by the way.

Naturally.

Their magnificence is different from that of the dragons.

In the meantime, if it's a small castle in the human world, it's only the size of a circle.

And We lined up the dragons of our men in the mountains during the sight.

Elf says he came to see me alone, but this doesn't happen.

I can see you crying and trembling right now.

Of course, if it's 'him', except for the story......

Yes, 'he'.

I saw him when I was serving the generations before.

Being itself is synonymous with 'death'.

False as an elf, more than an elf.

Um, the Holy Spirit with flesh.

Arch elves.

A real monster, living more than the ancients.

I saw with these eyes how awesome I am.

He is so brave that his predecessors, who were Hao Yi, cried out and begged for his life.

I don't want to fight you.

That's what I swore to my heart on my youth.

Naming the beginning, there are seven legendary elves.

But I know there's an eighth.

No, the heirloom says there were eight of them from the beginning.

But there can't be an ancestor who doesn't leave a child behind.

Ancestry always has its attributes as a breeder.

Therefore, there are no beginners who cannot be children.

But there are only seven more elf lineages apart than in the ancient days.

So everyone decided that "The Eighth Man" was a rumor.

However, I confirm with these eyes that the Eighth Person is real.

…… I was made, third. Not the eighth. "

That monster had such a nasty thing to say.

Just remembering the array, the cold runs to me, unaware of fear.

"Oh, man. What was the name of the visiting elf?

"Heh. Eh... It's definitely Henry or Hendatta, I stopped with a name like that."

"Oh well...!

Good. Not 'him'.

Then you have nothing to fear.

I regained my mind and sat in the center between my glances.

"I'll catch your eye for the first time. My name is Henriette Balkenende Zvole Stala Ramierion. It's a pleasure to meet the great Mountain Neck of the Luville Mountains."

The coming elf lowered his head with a thin smile, without looking slightly cowardly. Beautiful behavior.

The dragons in line were admired for their rigidity, but I was intrigued by another part.

The composition of an elf's name is much different from that of a human being.

In this woman's case, Henriette is the individual name. Balkenende is the family name.

The rest reveals where they came from and which ancestral blood they draw.

Ramielion means the children of Ramiel.

The arch elf, said to be a wandering elf and only legendary, was supposedly capable of spatial translocation.

At the end of the day, a little space magic may be available.

The magic of tearing up space itself will make even dragons with our strong flesh try to tear it apart.

But that's not the problem.

This elf was named Balkenende.

Balkenende is certainly the family name that serves as the sanctuary guardian of the elves.

I have heard that there are families who have won that position with strength for generations, even though it is not a hereditary assault.

As I have gained the status of mountain neck with strength, I am ordinarily entrusted with the guardian of the sanctuary.

But there was a strange elf.

He said he was a merchant in the world of men, leaving the status of sanctuary guardian.

Sure, the name...

"Do businesses make more money these days than sanctuary guardians"

"The work of the Chamber of Commerce is proud to be very rewarding"

I tried to camouflage him, but he said that this woman with the arrow was that 'freak'.

Complete the process.

If you are a former Protector of the Sanctuary, don't be afraid of dragons.

"So. What brings the merchant to the dragon's residence? You're not here to bring in business talks anymore?

"It's not a business deal, but it must be a money-making story. Mr. Yamanuchi has been blessed with the opportunity to buy something very good"

"Ho? It's not a business meeting, but a chance to buy it?

I don't trust merchants. Whatever race it is.

If you're trying to round me up with one mouth, you'll see hell.

"The mountain neck is busy. If there's anything I can do for you, just say so."

The dragon of his subordinate, who refrained beside him, urged.

It was a tone that included intimidation.

Our dragons honor the strong.

But the man of the tongue is wary and despised.

This elf can be seen in such an eye at the earliest possible time, beyond the discovery of being a merchant.

The eyes of the men in line have also turned to harsh.

If it's lined up, I'd almost lose my hips, but this woman is still laughing cool.

"I'll be frank, then. Dear Mountain Neck, would you mind lending me a wetland area at the southern end of the Luville Mountains?

"What, the wetlands?

It was an unexpected offer.

Wherever you are, I'm not going to give you my territory, but why do you want that place?

I tried to enquire about the intent, but before that, my men rose sharply.

"Give yourself up, you little thing! Give us the dragon's land!

"Elf flair, don't get on the picture!

"Don't buzz!

"Come on!

I had a drink.

Intimidating the impudent is good.

But it doesn't seem like a dignified position to easily put blood up on your head.

A dragon needs to be bigger.

I turn back to the woman.

"Elf merchant. This land is what we have inherited and guarded for generations. Give it to me. What do you want me to offer you?

I cut it off when I gained.

I guess I can make a good deal of it.

I'm not going to give in at all, but I wanted to know that.

The woman smiled at me.

"Yes, in consideration, we guarantee your safety."

I was furious.