We Live in Dragon’s Peak

It seems that the winged village is one mountain away.

We followed the mountain trail with the winged men pointing their weapons at us.

And it was when I took a break in the middle of the mountainside.

"This time, I'll start the reconnaissance." All right, let's make it that bird. "

It was a small winged man with gray wings.

He closed his eyes tightly and clasped his hands at the little bird that was stopping at the branch of a nearby tree.

The little bird trembled.

"...... I've switched my sight. I'll try to fly it towards the mountains."

Looks like he's using his spells on the little birds to find out if Leviathan is flying around.

From what I can see, it seems that by switching between my own vision and that of the birds, I can see how things are going in the distance.

Incidentally, it seems that the unique technique of the winged clan is called "wing technique".

You manipulate people with wings and wings, and you seem to have wings yourself.

The man with the gray wings waved his hands into the air at the birds. Then, the little birds that had stopped on the branches also flew away.

"Hey, don't stare at the split between the two tribes."

As I watched the grey-winged man, a wild voice came from behind me.

A gigantic man was staring down at me. [M]

"I'm sorry. It's unusual."

I've never seen a winged clan use wing magic before. I would like to observe it more closely for the future.

But I can't help but turn my gaze away from the grey-winged man, so as not to provoke the winged tribe any further.

The next thing I asked sneakily was the only well-dressed green-winged man in the group of winged tribes.

Master Thrastal, water, please.

A man with brown and green spots on his wings offered a water bottle to a man with green wings sitting on a fallen tree.

Apparently, the green-winged man was named Thrastal.

Thrastal receives the water bottle without saying thank you, and drinks the water very much.

I don't know what kind of identity system is in place in the Winged country, but at least Thrastal seems to be taller than the Winged men around him.

Even though I was resting, I was watching my surroundings, except for Thrastal, who was sitting on the fallen tree, and the rest of us, who were sitting on the ground.

The Winged said they were on their way to the foot of the Heavenly Mountains at the request of someone who could not refuse them. To be precise, Thrastal was asked to accompany the other Winged men as his escort?

So when I went to the village, I gave orders to Thrastal, and someone higher in status was waiting for me?

"Shit. I'm so impatient to take a break amongst the humans."

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" When you get back to the village, let me have plenty of fun. "

The man with the black wings and the other were talking vulgarly, still looking at their wives unpleasantly.

Okay, we've got a deal! If something goes wrong, I'll take these two out first! Unlike me, who had a rough nose, the ladies were slightly parrying their vulgar gaze.

Still, he rests quietly without making any noise as usual.

The men of the Winged tribe are reluctant to turn their gaze, but for now, they don't seem to be holding out their hands.

This is Leviathan's work.

The winged men are so inspired by Leviathan's presence that they can't afford to focus on extra action until they get back to the village.

Well, if I try to do anything, I'll fight back without thinking about the rest.

That's why, for now, there are no prominent clashes, and we and the winged men were acting together.

And when the grey-winged man finished scouting from the sky, the break was over.

"I couldn't see the flying dragon. I'm sure you flew towards the mountains.”

Then it's safe to go back to the village.

Even as we departed, the winged men were still talking about Levaria.

But why did the flying dragon fly in at this time of year?

"No, maybe I should've changed my mind." Thanks to that flying dragon, we didn't have to work in vain. "

Besides, I even found a souvenir.

Souvenirs must be women.

It really hurts!

Yaaaa

Neemia seems uncomfortable with the conversation between the winged men.

I mean, Nimir is a girl, too.

Nyaan...

Nimia pretends to be a kitten and stays on my head.

The horns and wings were dressed up at the time I noticed the winged magic, so I was well misled.

We continue on a twisted mountain road, surrounded by winged men.

From the foot of the Heavenly Mountains to this point, there were traces of urns all the way down the road.

What the hell does this trail mean?

The winged men are now walking on the ground, but without Levaria, they would be flying and moving.

In that case, the roads on the ground and the ruins of the ramparts would be of concern.

Moreover, the road continues to the far end of the secluded perimeter.

Hmm, while we were thinking about solving the riddle, we crossed the mountain and arrived at the winged village.

A small village, I think.

The first thing I saw was a rugged exterior wall lined with thick logs that suddenly appeared on the gentle slopes of the mountainside.

The log walls are high and surround the entrance and exit of the village.

However, it does not mean that it continues everywhere. A little further, the wall bent, showing the edge of the village.

It's a very vigilant village, isn't it?

The Mistrals were surprised by the village's peculiarities.

Such a countryside, or a village in a buffer zone that can be called a periphery, seems like a strange vigilance.

Are you prepared for the invasion of monsters and beasts?

No, because monsters are creatures that don't know when and where to appear, they don't mean the outer wall in the first place.

So, is it a demonic beast? In that case, we haven't encountered a demon beast along the way, have we?

Then what does the tight outer wall that surrounds this village mean?

Our question was before we dived through the gate.

"... oh my God, it was the outer wall to keep the slaves from escaping."

Encouraged by the winged men, we entered the village and saw an unusual row of stalls along the road.

The village itself is still small. Even so, the streets were made wide and the ground was firmly trampled. The stalls along the village road were lined with small cells, each containing a chain of slaves.

Every slave looked like a human race.

Some young people wore solid clothes, while others wore old men and children.

Everyone is desperate for their destiny.

This is a village selling the slaves we've been hunting!

The exterior walls lined with logs were meant to keep the slaves from escaping!

How awful!

Rooisseine tried to move. But the giant man held it back with his spear tip.

"Even if you're a shrine maiden, you should be cautious about unnecessary actions." If you and the other shrine maiden move, will we not have mercy on the clergy of this country? "

An implicit code that spreads all over the world.

The clergy will not interfere in any politics or caste custom. Instead, the various races also treat the clergy as well as they can.

Shamans and priests were protected in both the demonic and divine lands.

The reason is simple. There are many people living in this world, most of them followers of the temple religion.

Therefore, raising your hand to a clergyman respected by the Humans will turn the Humans around the world into enemies.

Therefore, no country or race with such a terrible identity system can deal only with the clergy.

On the contrary, the clergy persisted in their neutrality by not intervening in politics and customs

That's why the shrine maiden Rooiseine can't reach out to slaves here.

If Rooseine intervenes in the political economy of the winged tribe, even the winged tribe will be relentless towards the clergy, causing great trouble for other shrine maidens and priests living in the buffer zone.

But even if you understand, you won't be convinced.

Not only Louiseine and Madeline, but also the women's faces were heartbroken by the unusual sights of the village, with a sad expression on their faces.

It's hard for me, too.

Even if they were strangers, I can't stand to see someone being treated like this.

Surely, even in the demonic and divine lands, this kind of sight is commonplace.

But like the clergy, we decided not to intervene in this kind of politics and culture.

If you intervene, you have to take responsibility until the end. That's because I understand that if you are not prepared to turn the roots of the country upside down and guide all people, you will definitely not be able to reach out.

but.....

Still, when you look at reality, you feel angry at yourself for being unable to do anything.

Somehow, I wonder if I can be of any help to these people.

"If it's Leviathan..."

Suddenly, a terrible flying dragon comes to the village and destroys it. It might be rare, isn't it?

As a result, the cells and exterior walls may be broken and the slaves may escape?

Yaaaa

Everyone laughed bitterly at my disturbing murmur. [M]

"Hey, walk fast! If you want, I can smash you in that jail right now!"

The men of the winged tribe breathe as we stand in front of the open stalls lined with jails.

We can't help but rush into the back of the village. [M]

Along the roadside, there were prisons selling slaves everywhere.

There was also an empty cell. However, if you go slave hunting, someone will be put in there and sold.....

The houses inhabited by the winged tribes were concentrated in the center of the village.

All of the wooden buildings are splendid, and they look very good in a rural village.

It is evidence of the abundance of money that has sold slaves.

And in the center of the village there were squares and a few large mansions, and we were brought to the square.

The winged people of the village gather.

Some people stared at us reluctantly, and some people had vulgar conversations about how quickly they could sell.

"Oh, Thrastal, if you ask me to see if I can cross the mountains, I will hunt down a new slave." You're really good, aren't you? "

Then broke the circle of the villagers of the winged tribe, and a man appeared.

A good middle-aged man wearing clothes as expensive as Thrastal.

The thin gray hair may have been the same red color as the wings. And just like my lonely hair, my red wings were thinned out, and I was made to think that this person would not be able to fly anymore because of their body shape.

"President of the Council of Theol. I'm back now. These people had a little bit of a situation."

"Hoho, what's going on?" Oh, my God, you're such beautiful women. Let's give it a taste before it's too late. "

The middle-aged winged, called Theol, stares at the Mistral with an unpleasant smile.

But neither Thrastal nor anyone else will try to stop Ceol.

Apparently, even Thrastal, who seemed to be very well-established, didn't seem to be up to the teeth.

But that doesn't mean we honestly overlook Theol's vulgar behavior.

What if Theol tries to kill his wives!

Lord Theol, why don't you play around here?

"Ngh!!?"

When Ceol tried to reach for Mistral.

We breathed a sigh of relief at the appearance of the new man who broke the winged circle.

"Oh, Lord Nguyen. How about that?" Would you like to taste it too? "

"No, let's quit."

Someone who turned down Seol's vulgar invitation.

We knew very well the young man with blue hair and such a curvy look.

Gwen, Gwen!?

Why is Nguyen, under the command of Glossy Martial God Teyu, in the buffer zone!?