We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"The people earlier are ear elders, right?"

As Mistral and I walked in the woods, I asked.

I've often heard stories of legendary dragons living in dragon forests, but it's the first time I've ever lived up to the Ear Elders.

"Yeah, they've been living in these woods for a long time."

"Did Mistral know? Well, that was a familiar conversation."

"Right. Periodically delivering panacea from me, or plugging in from the other side. Sometimes, if you're as impotent as you were earlier, you work with each other."

"Yeah. Did you?"

You also use snot panacea for ear elders. But does anyone know who it is? Interesting.

"What's the plug from the ear clan?"

"I wonder if the fruit you can take in the woods or something is mainstream. Sometimes the fabrics and tools woven in the village, though. I'll probably take it back to the Dragon Nation village when I get it."

"Uh-huh. Speaking of which, does Mistral go from his village to his grandfather every day?

"That's right. The village is on Dragon Peak, but the dragon art of Ong makes it easy for me to come."

Like me, Mistral's got Old Sleighsta picking him up. If you come and go from Dragon Peak every day, I wonder if it's just far away.

"I'd like to go to the village of Mistral someday."

To my casual remarks, Mistral smiled mean.

"Right. I have to go say hello to my parents someday."

"Ahhh!?

Oh, yeah, right. If you're marrying Mistral, you have to go say hello.

Mistral said it was also popular within the Dragon Nation, so I guess if I went to say hi, the whole village would be in trouble. I mean, I wonder if the dragon people already know about me and Mistral.

Thinking about the future, I began to sweat nervously and disgusted.

It hurts. I stain and tingle with fine wounds all over my body.

"Heh heh. But that's still something to talk about. First you have to be alone."

Mistral smiled and stroked my head.

Mistral's older, but you treat me like a child sometimes. I like being able to stroke my head. I wonder as one man.

"Yeah. I'll hang in there. And protect this forest with Mistral."

I wonder if I could be a part of protecting this forest if I joined Mistral, an old Sleighsta caretaker.

Then will the day come when I will also act with the Ear Elders just now?

The Ear Elders are a legendary race with Old Sleighsta. It's so precious that we can do something together.

Maybe even the brave Listeir doesn't know.

"I'm glad you're protecting the woods with me, but I'm not doing anything dangerous like that anymore."

Mistral stabbed me with a nail, and I sinked.

I was never alarmed, but I didn't expect the villains to catch me and risk my life. You stuck your neck in things too cheaply. I have to reflect on this.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. From now on, we'll think about it and then we'll act."

When I honestly apologized, Mistral smiled with satisfaction.

When a beautiful mistral smiles, it becomes a very mysterious painting.

I stuck around and got late for Mistral.

"Don't stop, I'll be there soon."

The leading Mistral tells me to rush after her.

Within walking distance, the atmosphere of the forest air changes.

At this moment I am always led to an ancient woodland with a moss square.

A moss square was already visible as we bypassed the giant old tree that appeared at some point at the moment.

I'm always here, but I'm amazed at the wonder of this moment every time.

In the middle of the moss square, a giant dragon the size of a mountain, Old Sleighsta, had already seen us.

Me and Mistral went into the moss square side by side.

"I'm home..."

"To Grandpa..."

"Buuuuuuuu!!

Grrr.

Me and Mistral got blown away with a sudden old Sleighsta sneeze.

Flushed by a turbulent runny nose, it is pushed back into the woods of ancient trees.

Full-body runny nose.

"Oh, Grandpa. What do you do all of a sudden?"

"Ohhhh!

Mistral is in the shape of a ghost, pulling out a one-handed stick. I guess it's my fault, the fighting is overflowing from all over my body.

Just like me, a mistral with a full nose draws closer to old Sleighsta.

A shiny, pitch-black, single-handed stick.

"Not really."

Old Sleighsta in a hurry.

Kill me, Mr. Mistral.

I support Mistral. [M]

Totally. Old Sleighsta knew Mistral would piss him off, and I wonder why he does weird things every time.

No sympathy.

As I returned to Moss Square, I turned my gaze of support to the back of a murdering Mistral.

"Wow, I'm worried about Elnea, who would be hurt."

"No questions asked. Fix it there."

Old Sleighsta moans her forelegs with glistening, shaking her face and claiming her innocence.

Mistral, however, shook up a single-handed stick without hearing.

Kill me.

"Here, this. Don't think about the noise."

Old Sleighsta read my thoughts.

Grandpa, if you get hurt, I'll paint your proud snot. Be honest and feed on Mistral.

I prayed silently to Old Sleighsta. [M]

"Will you avenge my favor?"

Old Sleighsta's sad scream was also vain, and Mistral's hammer swung down to his fingertips.

A single-handed stick pulling a glowing tail grinded the scales of old Sleighsta's fingertips with a dull sound.

Sounds like an explosion.

"Ahhh."

Old Sleighsta screaming pitifully.

Oh. I screamed and opened my mouth wide, but one fang is missing.

I wonder if it was broken yesterday with Mistral.

Oh, yeah.

A legendary giant dragon the size of which looks up and a beautiful girl mistral that injures it. I had to laugh bitterly at the unrealistic sight in front of me.

"Totally. I know you're worried about Elnea's wounds, but there 'll be more ways to do it."

Mistral felt fit after a blow, with a one-handed stick back on his hips and looking up at Old Sleighsta with a troubled face.

Old Sleighsta roars in tears, rubbing her fingertips.

I was finally getting to both sides, too.

Strangely enough, the snot panacea evaporates and disappears as soon as you leave it, right? So my clothes were already dry for me and Mistral. Don't think it's dry, but it's unclean.

"Don't you think at that point"

I look at Sleighsta's old penetration and say, "Shit. I'm sorry.

But on the other hand, all the abrasions healed. That's great.

"Hmm, did you manage to overcome the wounds and heal and the danger? Safe and above all."

Seeing how healthy I was, Old Sleighsta narrowed her eyes to her satisfaction.

"My grandfather perceived my danger?

That's what happened at the ruins, but it's amazing how far away you can sense.

"I sensed the damage to the forest, and at the same time, your dragon power was disturbed, so I rushed Mistral. I'm glad it didn't matter."

Oh. Did you?

"Thank you"

I thank Old Sleighsta and Mistral properly. We need to be close to each other about these things.

Even so, do you sense a disturbance in dragon power? I wonder if that means I have a little dragon power right now. And if I train more, I'll feel the dragon pulse and dragon qi, like old Sleighsta, and I'll know it's far away.

"It's up to you. If you want, you have to work hard first."

"Yes, I'll do my best"

"You guys are totally..."

Mistral sighs at me and Sleighsta's old heart-to-mouth conversation.

"Both of you, you always say. Don't have a conversation I don't understand."

Oh, boy, and a Mistral shaking his head. Together, she had long, beautiful hair shaking.

Yeah, I guess it's because of the panacea. It's more glossy and beautiful than usual. But when I say this, Mistral is going to piss me off.

"Hmm, does my snot moisturize my hair, too? Good for you, Mistral."

"Oh, Grandpa. Oh, my God."

Will you tell me?

Mistral staring at my drawn face.

"Elnea, sit down."

Mistral pointed at me and I followed him in a hurry.

And old Sleighsta was laughing at us.

There's one missing fang, so it's stupid.

"Okay, then. Weng, you had something for Elnea."

Mistral has changed the subject, even though old Sleighsta and I are frightened.

"Oh, I had to say something important, too."

The Devil's Sword of Dragon Killer Attributes. It was of the utmost importance to talk about this today.

"Hmm. Shall we hear it from your speech?"

"Put it in the right words, as I can see."

I laughed bitterly at Mistral's penetration and told him how I was at the Imperial Castle today.

Demon sword recovered in ruins. Four identical shaped swords that purified the curse but did not decay and left the attributes of dragon killer.

And I told him that the Flying Dragon Knights were flying in from the kingdom of Yortenitos.

I didn't mention the prince's disgusting personality, though.

"Dragon Killer Sword, is it?"

Mistral has a strange face and thinks with one hand against his jaw.

Old Sleighsta also closed his eyes and had some idea.

Every time, I wonder why I just know Sleighsta old little moves, somehow but emotions and all that.

I wonder if I can read the dragon's mind, like old Sleighsta. I thought, Old Sleighsta opened her eyes and looked down at me.

"A demon clan that makes multiple copies, the same type, and the same ability at the same time? Whether there was a demon tribe with so much power. No, there will be demons who can only build demon swords. But when it comes to attributing dragon kills..."

Uhn, and roaring Sleighsta old.

Sleighsta, the longer you live, I guess you know all sorts of demons. There must be no demon clan in it or we're looking for it.

Me and Mistral stared silently at old Sleighsta, who contemplates.

But apparently I didn't think of it.

"It's Mistral. When you return to the village, tell the Dragons and the Dragons about it. I don't know who made it, but we can't just leave the dragon killer weapon alone."

Mistral nods in the rare and harsh tone of old Sleighsta.

"Yes, I did. The people of Dragon Peak will also be alert to the movements of the Demons."

That's right. I don't think the Demon Clan will build the Demon Sword of the Dragon Killer Class without thinking about it. I think I made it because I'm plotting something that's not good.

And it is also of concern that it was found in the kingdom of Armuad, a nation of people who crossed the Dragon Peak.

Well, I guess the domestic thing is the turn of the brave. I'm sure Listeer will be busy from now on.

"You kept me well informed. You devils, don't try anything."

"Now it's your turn."

Mistral urges me, Old Sleighsta snorts.

I think it's something you give me. [M] Watching with anticipation, Old Sleighsta scratched the lacquered black hair on his wrist and took something out of it.

Is hair a place where things get lost?

Not touching my doubts like that, but cleverly putting the long thin one removed at the tip of the two nails close to me.

Yeah, this is it.

"Wooden knife?"

In front of me, there was a wooden knife, a branch of a tree that was too rough to say.

Blade Watanabe is longer than medium sword and shorter than long sword. It's sharpened by a single blade, but not so wide or thick.

The twig part is dressed with the branches stretched short as they are. Three branches were stretched short, as I claimed to be, two leaves in one, and one leaf in the other.

The skin of the grip remains intact, and the whole wooden knife is intertwined for some reason.

"Yep. This."

I wonder what it is. I have a bad feeling about this. A tangled tree, hey...

"It is the young tree of the spirit tree which thou hast picked yesterday."

"Ahhh. Oh my god!!

Mother of the Spirit Tree, under the tree. So you won't grow up, even though you deliberately worked hard with Mistral to pull it out and bring it.

Why would I turn it into a wooden knife?

Isn't that pathetic?

I was so stunned. [M]