We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"There are a lot of warcraft wandering in the woods, so if you think your grandfather's finally dead, you'll find the daughter you've been looking for."

Girari, and Ashel the Dragon stared at Niemia in front of him.

Niemia gets stiff at a glance.

"The warcraft of the forest is a translation. I don't need your help."

"Oh, I miss the time I was helping Grandpa"

Mr. Ashel laughs with a trembling throat.

Mr. Ashel was looking for Niemia, who ran away from home.

And when I went through the dragon forest, I guess I happened to notice a forest anomaly and went to Old Sleighsta.

From the beginning, Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel seem to be friends with the old man.

"Nevertheless."

And Mr. Ashel, who looks at us from Niemia.

"I can't believe you're letting people into this place. You're alive, but you're starting to freak out."

Mr. Ashel intimidates me with a sharp eye.

Louiseine has already passed out at my feet, and Priscia has closed her ears and buried them between my legs.

"Haha, nice to meet you. I say Elnea Ease."

I greet with a loving laugh. [M]

If you're Niemia's mother, you have to say hello.

It's a different matter if you're being targeted for murder or if you're being scorned for being like people.

Is that so?

It's very powerful and killer, but it doesn't seem to work for me very well.

I wonder if it's because I was the first to experience the true power of old Sleighsta.

The overwhelming presence of Old Sleighsta when he got lost in the moss square, the horrible but fierce roar that I think has shrunk his life expectancy, feels like he has softly raised my lay against fear and despair.

Oh, and I've been chased by warcraft all the time and I've felt like my life's in danger, so I also know if their killing spirit is real or not.

Mr. Ashel's power is real, but I guess the killer is fake. I think he's just intimidating me.

If Mr. Ashel is Niemia's mother, she's an ancient species of dragon, too, isn't she?

Then people like us must only think about the featherworm.

There's no such thing as a creature that really cares about featherworms.

So no matter how much Mr. Ashel intimidated me, there was nothing like losing yourself to fear.

"Huh, you're not funny."

You must have read my thoughts. Mr. Ashel stops intimidating and turns his gaze to Old Sleighsta.

"Now, tell me about this situation."

"Hmm, situation."

Old Sleighsta with her eyes closed and her ideas conceived.

"These people..."

I don't know, I have a bad feeling about old Sleighsta at times like this.

"Be the messenger sent by the Dragon God"

"Blink."

"Ahhhhh"

Mr. Ashel bites Old Sleighsta's long neck without question.

"Seriously, what are you doing to me?"

"What does the dragon god do to you?"

Away from Sleighsta's old neck, Mr. Ashel sighs with a shuddering face.

Old Sleighsta, you get horrible penetrations from outside Mistral, don't you?

Or maybe it's a dragon god.

"So, who are you?"

"Hmm, these men have their reasons, and they are with me."

I teach Old Sleighsta how to dance dragon swords and use dragon veins.

Louiseine, who is falling under my feet, is my daughter-in-law, and I brought her in with a look at Old Sleighsta.

And the little girl is Priscia.

You're an ear elder child living in a dragon forest, and you're on my side to communicate with spirits living in the wooden knife of a spirit tree I have.

Reading Sleighsta's old words and my thoughts, Mr. Ashel rang his throat, Phew.

You still have Niemia as your eagle.

"That's a lot of fun. It's as busy as it was when the King of Decaying Dragons was here."

I wonder if Mr. Ashel knows the King of Rotten Dragons. That means that it was long before the kingdom of Armuard was founded that I got to know Old Sleighsta.

"But more than that. I wonder why my daughter is here."

"Ah."

Mr. Ashel puts his gaze back on me, frightened Neemia.

I don't know what reason you've been running away from home, but I guess it's kind of too frightening.

"This little girl seems to have just happened to get lost in the village of the Ear Long Clan"

"Is it true?"

"Ho, really"

"You look just like me when I was younger. I'm curious about your wife."

"But I wasn't timid"

Niemia trembles at Mr. Ashel's words.

"Thy daughter shall yet be young. Isn't it just right for cowardice to protect itself?"

"Let's just say we're fighting dragons. Though children, fighting dragons don't talk about fear of battle."

"Heh."

Niemia looks sad moisturizing her eyes in Mr. Ashel's hands.

"What is a dragon fight?"

When I asked him a question, Ashel stared at me not to come into the conversation.

Old Sleighsta used to refer to himself as a guardian dragon when he introduced himself, didn't he? I don't know what it is because I'm protecting the Spirit Tree, but I guess that's a struggle dragon.

I remember old Sleighsta referring to Niemia as a protective fighting dragon.

Fighting dragons to protect something?

I don't know.

"Hmm, well remembered"

Old Sleighsta snorts at me.

"I am right, I am the guardian dragon because I protect the spirit tree. Ashel is also a dragon that protects the ancient capital, but is inherently a fighting dragon. Simply explain, the Dragon Clan is better at attacking than defending itself."

What, is that the way it is? You mean you prefer to fight, right?

I think it helps to protect a place called the Ancient Capital. But I wonder if it's originally a ferocious species like the Fei Long.

Niemia is also a dragon fighter, but cowardly, and I wonder if she's been running away from home because she's afraid to fight.

"Even though you're not. I'm scared of your mother."

Niemia shivering in Mr. Ashel's hands as she sifted.

"I can't believe you're scared of your mother."

Mr. Ashel staring at Niemia.

No, no, I guess that force scares kids.

"People don't stick their necks in about the Dragon family. If you go too far, I'll eat you."

Mr. Ashel approached me with intimidation and raised a growl.

Priscia crouches in surprise and cries out.

No matter how many ears you're blocking, if you get a growl up nearby, you'll get it to your ear, right?

I was just surprised, but Priscia's just a little kid.

You don't have to frighten the darkness.

I hug Priscia and rub her back. [M]

But Priscia hugged me back, screaming out loud and crying out.

"Is that what an ancient dragon mother would do to frighten a little girl? Isn't that pathetic?"

I look at Mr. Ashel and say:

"No wonder people preach to me."

Mr. Ashel is intimidating me with his face all the way closer.

"It has nothing to do with people or dragons. Mothers are what protect their children. It's wrong to frighten you."

Even Nimia, my real daughter, is scared and crying.

No matter how many dragon fights you say, it's not a good idea to intimidate and frighten them with everything and try to take the story for your convenience.

"Oh no, it's Ashel. Ernea is right. Be a little more like a mother."

Yeah, I didn't put it in words.

I hope Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel don't read my mind on their own. Even though I think about it, I think about it on the assumption that it will be read.

"Well, if you take a step into my guardianship, such as a man's male, you're killing him without question."

"Unfortunately, this is where I will protect you. I don't know how much you and I don't know about your useless life here."

From an even higher position than Mr. Ashel, Old Sleighsta descends the majestic words.

Still, Mr. Ashel was staring at me for a while, but he pulled his neck like he'd given up.

"Hmm, it doesn't do anything to argue with people like this here. The daughter I was looking for was found, and I'm leaving."

Hmm, and you turn around and take your gaze off me, Mr. Ashel.

"I don't like it, I don't want to go home"

Niemia rambles in Mr. Ashel's hands.

You don't really want to go home. In tears, Neemia desperately tries to get out.

But Mr. Ashel is holding onto Niemia disappointingly, and he's not going to get away with it.

Huge, I wonder if I can even go back to my original size.

Neemia, desperately in Mr. Ashel's enormous hands, looked too small.

"No, no. Don't take Niemia."

Did you hear what Mr. Ashel said, Priscia sobbing beneath Mr. Ashel's feet?

Pull Mr. Ashel's long hair full of strength and sue desperately.

I think it's dangerous. I run over to Priscia.

If Mr. Ashel cares about that, how easy it is for you to get trampled down, Priscia.

I try to keep Priscia apart, but she doesn't try to cling to Mr. Ashel.

"I'll be a good girl, so don't take Niemia"

As if she were a child who urges toys, Priscia is desperately trying to get Niemia back.

No, it's more than a time to insist.

I plead many times more desperately than when I was wasting time on Mistral buying a stuffed animal in the vice capital.

Priscia and Niemia were very close.

I guess it's unbearable for Priscia to be gone.

"I'm begging you, too. Please don't take Niemia."

I'm on Priscia's side. I'll try my best for what Priscia is eager to do.

I grab Mr. Ashel's hair, too, please.

"For an ancient species of dragon that lives for nearly a thousand years, a hundred-year-old or so would still be like a baby. Then let him play a little."

Kids learn a lot of things while they play. I don't know if the Dragons are with us, but being with Priscia right now might help Niemia's future.

"Yeah, I'm in the way. There's nothing to learn when you're with people. If you don't leave, you're gonna crush it."

Mr. Ashel says to intimidate you, but it doesn't work. I don't listen. Me and Priscia.

"Nha was with Priscia, too. I was with your brother. Mist, I want you and Louiseine to fix your hair."

Neemia also sues desperately.

"You son of a bitch. You're not tired of running away from home, you want to be with people."

"I was there. Everybody loves it. I don't want to leave."

Following Priscia, by Neemia, oh, and then I cried out.

"Hmm!? The dragon fighters are crying like this."

Mr. Ashel is stunned by Niemia's crying appearance.

"Don't take me"

"Please, Priscia, please don't let go of Niemia properly"

"I don't want to go home."

To our desperate plea, Mr. Ashel.

Instinctively, Mr. Ashel, I don't know how we'd like to just walk away, but Old Sleighsta forbids us to kill him, so I guess we're having trouble unmasking him.

"Hmm, it's Ashell."

Old Sleighsta, who was still watching what happened, lowers his head and returns to his usual lying position.

"When you were a little girl, you used to come out of your duties to this forest."

"That was just wandering around looking for good enemies and getting my powers up"

"Well, good enemies. Then why confront the King of Decay Dragons, who was a great prey?"

"Grunt, that's..."

Old Sleighsta stares at us, or Mr. Ashel, with tender eyes.

"My runaway daughter's daughter runs away from home. Let me tell you something, you have a mother and a child."

"But I didn't escape"

"From me, I think we're together for whatever reason when we're away from where we're supposed to protect ourselves."

Old Sleighsta's words, which had been protecting the dragon forest for two thousand years, had weight.

Mr. Ashel can't argue either.

"At one point, a beast who became close to you died of aging in the woods."

"When are we talking?"

"At that time thou swelled thy eyes and wept. It would have been hard to say goodbye"

"It was a long time ago, I don't remember"

"Now tear Nimia and Priscia apart, and your daughter shall be drowned in sorrow. Do you like the spiciness of goodbye to such a young child?"

"It's..."

Mouthwatering Mr. Ashel.

"I'll let my kids play. Like when you were a child."

You can't say that back when you're told that by an elderly man who knows his childhood, can you?

Mr. Ashel was dissatisfied and had no choice but to free Niemia.

Niemia flew straight to Priscia, and they hugged each other, and now they cried joyfully.