We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Sleighsta like Oyama. It's not old school, though. Still, it turned into a giant winged dragon. False.

I guess it's about three times bigger than a flying dragon.

Falsely, once you make a big stretch.

"Heh."

and rang cute.

"Niko."

Priscia jumps so much at the fake that makes her eyes shine and huge.

Dangerous, I didn't have time, I was jumping on this back fake with a spatial leap.

"Oh, Ong. What the hell does this mean?"

Mistral was rarely wolfish and grated.

"Huh. This little girl will be a child of Snow Dragon"

"Snow Dragon?

My hair tip is peachy, but overall it's white when I see it, so I wonder if a dragon would be a white dragon.

Or was it the dragon clan, after all?

Ever since you saw the horns and the wings, you've been so faint.

I must have noticed, except for Priscia.

"Dear Left, this little girl will be a snowdragon. A white dragon is an ancient species of dragon that protects the spirit trees of a snowfield. A snow dragon is a guardian dragon that protects a painting of a twelve-story outer wall strewn over the ancient capital. Ancient species, of course."

Ancient capital? Guardian dragon? It's the first time I've ever heard of you. Apparently they don't even know Mistral, so they both put a question mark over their heads.

"Ka. The point is, this little girl is an ancient species of dragon from far away."

"And anyway, you're a dragon tribe of the same ancient species as Old Sleighsta."

"That's right."

I feel like I left about half my doubts, but for now, I figured this out fake.

Priscia keeps sneezing on this back, fake and hazy.

It doesn't look like she hates it fake either.

As I looked at Priscia, she turned her face to me in disguise.

The gaze fits.

"Hi Wahani. It's strange, honey."

"Wow."

"Wow. talked to."

Suddenly he uttered a false word, surprised and buttocks. I looked up thinking Mistral might have been surprised, too, and he looked at me bitterly.

"Did Mistral not surprise you now?

"Yes, if you're an ancient species of dragon, you can speak people's language."

Grrr. Really? I didn't know that.

"Hello, fake"

I said hello again. [M]

"Nyan."

Then he squinted his eyes delightfully and rang.

"Nha's name is Niemia."

"Nanny to Niemia"

"Yes. Nanny"

Priscia told me her name, and I jumped happy and happy to fake it. Again, Niemia.

Yeah, it's cute, but it's about three times bigger than a flying dragon. Shin Shin Shin sounds amazing.

And I don't know if I need to put it on. Whatever. You're a giant.

"Nah Nah Nah Nah Nah"

Whoa, can this kid read his mind, too? I'm surprised.

I saw Niemia running around Moss Square having fun and Priscia, who seemed happy to come on her back, and the place soothed.

Or when Niemia runs, the moss flies and the square peels off. Is it good?

"To this extent, no problem. My nostrils are omnipresent in moss."

Oh, I see. You're going to be cured with a runny nose. Ugh.

"For now, I know who you are and what your name is, but why is Snow Dragon in this dragon forest?"

"Hmm, that's all I have to ask myself"

"Nyan."

Old Sleighsta called me, and Niemia ran over.

It sounded like ground, and it came running toward us with great force, and it stopped suddenly.

If you get stuck straight in, I'm scared because no matter how cute you look, you're a giant.

I knew you didn't have it.

"Ugh, that's terrible."

Niemia tears when she looks at me. [M]

"Nda. Don't make me cry."

Priscia glances over Niemia's head and scolds me. No, these two groups are too cute and dangerous.

"Now, little Snow Dragon girl. Why did you come to the forest where I guarded you?"

From further overhead of the giant Niemia, Old Sleighsta asks.

"Yep. I'm running away from home now. When I was flying, I came because I was hungry and smelled delicious."

"Ha ha. Running away. This is my daughter."

"Nyan."

Old Sleighsta laughing with pleasure and Niemia sounding happy.

Hmm. I wonder if this is a pleasant thing. Isn't it a big deal to run away from the dragon family of ancient species?

"Thy mother was also a wretched daughter. That girl, that little girl."

Apparently, Old Sleighsta knows Niemia's mother dragon. Mouthful. Maybe I've seen him before.

"I have no choice but to admit my stay here until you feel better. But only keep away from spiritual trees, without causing harm to the forest. If I can't do that, I can't forgive you."

Say it, Sleighsta. Old man growled.

The moss squares trembled, the ancient trees rippled, and the branches of the spiritual trees far overhead swayed.

Surprised by the roar of intimidation, Niemia rolls her eyes round.

Priscia was scared, or she cried out.

"Wow. Big grandpa scared."

"Ong. What are you gonna do, scare the little one?"

Where is the majesty now? Old Sleighsta angry and squishy with Mistral.

I cried and came back with a spatial leap. I'll give you a hug, Priscia.

"Yes, no. This is it."

"No excuses. Apologize."

"Oh, sorry."

Mistral pissed me off and Old Sleighsta was depressed. Every time, but you deserve it, don't you?

I mean, it's not cute when old Sleighsta says nymph.

"Elnea, you're cold."

"I'm on the side of the cute one."

Priscia stopped crying as soon as I stroked her head.

Niemia also returns to her little figure and flies to Priscia.

In just a few moments, these two are getting along a lot.

"By the way, how old is Niemia?"

Old Sleighsta said she was a little girl, but ancient dragons don't know how old they look, do they?

"I don't know."

"What? I don't know."

"Hehe. Because dragon kids don't care about their age when they're little. I'm sure you wouldn't know if you weren't a parent dragon."

"Oh, really?"

"Probably around a hundred"

"Wow. That's surprisingly awesome"

Are you still a child in a hundred years? You're old enough to live no matter how hard you try.

"I wonder if he's really the bigger one"

"Nah. My mother finds me when I'm big, so I'm usually small. The truth is, just now."

"Nda. Little cutie."

"Isn't it cute when you grow up?

"Yeah. Pretty"

"Nah."

"Hehe. So, how old is Priscia?"

"Nda."

Speaking of which, how old exactly are you? You look like you're about five years old, because you're a long-lived ear clan anyway. Actually, what if I'm over a hundred?

Priscia is folding her fingers with her little hands.

"Nda. Eight?"

I wonder why it's doubtful. But it was almost as good as it looked.

"I wonder if Priscia doesn't like numbers"

"Nda. I don't know."

I see. You're still small. I wonder if it was doubtful because it was to the extent that I managed to count my age.

"Well, if you want to be with Ernea from now on, study."

"Ugh. Your sister messes with you."

"Nyan."

Mistral made fun of me, and Priscia buried her face in my clothes.

Speaking of which, what about Priscia?

I totally forgot about Niemia.

"Hmm, explain."

Old Sleighsta urged me to talk about Priscia.

"Yep. Priscia is a special long-eared clan who can serve the Spirit of the Spirit Tree. There's a spirit in this wooden sword of my spirit tree, so he wants to be on his side to deal with it."

"Ho, Spirit of the Spirit Tree."

Old Sleighsta looked intrigued and stared at Priscia, who was still holding onto me.

"I thought I'd brought you here as a third daughter-in-law for your hobby."

"Nah, what are you talking about? I'm definitely not a pervert. And who is the third and second?"

"Look, my daughter that I helped her a while ago. Did you say Louiseine, or was that different?"

"Heh. Elnea seems to be enjoying herself outside the woods."

Oh, wow! Mistral's cold gaze hurts too much.

"Well, that's not true. I did, but we're only a little close at school. Grandpa, what are you saying? Mistral suspects me, doesn't he?"

"Ha ha. There's no smoke where there's no fire."

I greased this very bad dragon.

Mistral reaches for his lower back blunt instrument.

"Misunderstood, Mistral."

I rushed to stop. [M]

Priscia stayed hugged in her lower body, so she broke the equilibrium and jumped on Mistral.

Suddenly he jumped, and Mistral and I, and Priscia, fell.

"Ha ha."

"Geez."

"Wow."

"Nah."

When I fell, I hugged Mistral aggressively.

If I regain my calm after I fall, I feel soft on my face.

And it smells so good. I want to take a deep breath.

Mistral wields a blunt instrument, but it wasn't muscular at all and was so comfortable to hold.

Not!!

I get up in a hurry.

Apparently, the soft feeling was Mistral's chest.

"I'm sorry you're so small."

Earlier, Old Sleighsta said something even more outrageous.

"Aeronaer!"

"No, no, no, I don't think so."

"Mistral is chipped"

"Should I have bigger breasts?"

Guys, what are you talking about?

Well, swinging tits like Master Celice are supreme, but Mistral's just the right size is also nice.

"Well, is it supreme enough to sway?"

Wow, old Sleighsta bullies.

"Wow, I'm sure I'm going to..."

Your mother and grandmother weren't all big enough.

Sleighsta Mistral sitting around with his face covered in old words.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about?"

"You're the culprit."

Trying to comfort me, Mistral threw a blunt instrument at me.

I rush to avoid it.

Oh, it's dangerous. It hurts when you hit it.

"Look, sooner or later... I'm sure..."

"Wouldn't be possible"

"Monsieur and Ernea's idiot."

Mistral screamed and ran to the woods of ancient trees.

"... Grandpa, it's too much"

"Hmm, did you care unexpectedly"

We stare at the back of Mistral's disappearing forest.

Oh, it was already starting to get dark.

Since we got to Moss Square, there's been a lot of noise, so I forgot how long it's been.

What should I do? I have to go home, but I can't just leave the pricias alone.

"Mistral will be back soon. Until then, let's say I deal with my daughters. You must leave soon."

"Are you gonna be gone?

"Nah."

"I have to go home today, but I'll be back tomorrow at lunch."

I'll stroke Niemia with the lonely Priscia.

"Okay, let's send it"

Say it, Sleighsta. Old golden eyes increased their brilliance.

And I was in the light. [M]

It's going to be tough tomorrow. and I laughed bitterly in the light.