We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Good for you, and I'll stroke Priscia and Niemia's head.

Then they hugged me and cried. [M]

Uhm, if you've settled one thing, I'd like to go back to Louiseine, who's fainted and falling.

"No, I haven't settled one case."

But old Sleighsta reads my mind and makes a strange face.

Mm-hmm, I wonder if there was anything left wrong.

Niemia didn't have to leave Priscia properly, and even though Mr. Ashel had some thoughts, there were no more signs of trying to force her back.

"If Niemia's cowardice is cured, Ashel can go home in peace."

Oh, well.

Niemia was a coward, and her struggling mother came running away scared, didn't she?

Mr. Ashel could have found Niemia, but you can't go home in peace without curing this cowardice, can you?

Because if you go back, you could run away again. On the contrary, is there any chance that he won't come back?

"You're in trouble."

I wonder how I can cure Niemia's cowardice.

Or is it not normal for a little kid to be timid?

I wonder if I can train my mind by showing interest in and challenging a lot of things while I'm little.

Neemia is timid but curious, and you think she's strong enough to run away alone.

"We can't talk about fighting dragons if we're afraid to fight them"

Oh, that's what Mr. Ashel said earlier.

Are you afraid to fight?

Niemia's still small, and she's a girl, isn't she? Maybe I'm not good at fighting.

"I don't like it hurting."

"Injuries will soon heal."

More than that, I wonder if there's a lot of opponents who can hurt the Dragon Clan.

You think a mistral that injures old Sleighsta with a blunt instrument is special because she's a dragon princess.

"I don't even like how they seem to hurt."

Well, Niemia is sweet.

I don't like the pain of the wound I get, but you don't like fighting and the other guy getting hurt.

I don't like to see someone hurt or hurt, either.

I don't show hesitation when a crisis is looming on me or anyone around me, but I don't like it when it's normal.

Maybe Niemia is more sensitive to them than I am.

"Hmm, don't you like hurting yourself and your opponent"

"Nyan."

To Sleighsta's old words, Neemia snorts strongly.

"If you do, help me."

"I don't want the power to fight."

"It's not. Give your opponent an overwhelming power to succumb without fighting."

"That's hard on my kid Niemia. I need to gain experience in action, and I can't be strong with whatever abilities I have. But Neemia doesn't like practice."

Do what you hate to overcome what you hate, I wonder if it's too harsh for a little kid.

"If you are a dragon fighter, if you are a dragon clan with instincts to fight, look and improve"

I wonder what Old Sleighsta is talking about.

Look at the fight, remember?

I wonder if I can do that.

"If it is a snowdragon, it will be able to do so"

Say it. Old Sleighsta stares alternately at Niemia and Mr. Ashel.

"Not to mention I don't like to see it."

Perhaps this is the compromise that Old Sleighsta has shown. If I didn't like this, I had an atmosphere where I was going to say tougher things.

Niemia also noticed the atmosphere and snorted weakly as she roared.

"That said, Grandpa, I don't have anyone to show you the fight."

Oh, and so is that.

There is no such thing as an opponent of the ancient species Dragon Clan being shown the battle. No, I'd be in trouble if I were there.

I wonder if Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel will even do a mock fight.

Huge dragon wars.

I'm sure the junction of the forest won't blow.

I wonder if Wang Du is going to have a hard time with the two giant dragons that suddenly show up in the woods.

Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel won't even care about people if it's a fight, I'm sure.

In the aftermath of the battle between the two, I wonder if it will be a catastrophe.

Oh, my king. I'm sorry, everyone in the king's capital. Father, Mother, run well.

I feel hopeless. [M]

"For God's sake, don't inflate your imagination with those who are always flying."

Old Sleighsta sighs, frightened.

Mr. Ashel looked at me with the same eyes as she looked at the child of Azhu.

"That being said, what are we going to do? Does Grandpa have a good idea?"

Ask Old Sleighsta as Mr. Ashel was perplexed too.

"Ha ha, if my wisdom, there is no clutter to that extent"

Old Sleighsta giggles with a trembling throat.

Yeah, I kind of have a bad feeling about it.

"There are good enemies in the vicinity"

No way......

"A rotten dragon just appeared on Dragon Peak and kept it difficult. Take your daughter and get rid of her."

"What?"

"Oh, I knew it"

I can't move because I'm out of defense. Instead, I'm letting Mr. Ashel go.

You must be fucking laughing that some good people showed up.

"A rotten dragon is a grandfather..."

"Uh-oh, Rotten Dragon is scary."

Sifting, Niemia trembles in Priscia's arms.

"For us dragons, Rotten Dragons are the heads of opponents who don't want to be relative. Why do I have to go get rid of it?"

Mr. Ashel scolds old Sleighsta with resentment.

"Ha ha. What, he's weaker than the King of Decay Dragons. Big deal."

"It's not about strength."

Ha ha, and Mr. Ashel sighs.

I wonder if the Dragons are bad at fighting Rotten Dragons.

I wonder why.

Even though I was cursed, I guess it's because I'm originally from the same dragon clan.

The idea that we are human beings, for example, have mercy on those cursed by the Devil's Sword, does not go hand in hand with anyone other than the clergy. So confronting each other doesn't inspire sympathy.

Like when I confronted a demon swordsman in a ruin.

'Cause I can't believe I was human originally. Because if I'm blunt at hand, my life is in danger.

I wonder if the Dragon tribe values are different.

That's why I ask Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel.

"When you become a rotten dragon, the resistance value to the dragon rises to a different digit. Even if the original dragon is a miscellaneous fish, it will be difficult for the dragon clan to defeat it."

Reading my thoughts as usual, Old Sleighsta taught me.

"Well, if the dragons aren't more resistant to attack, they'll be exterminated by other dragons who were there when they became rotten dragons."

Well, so is that.

Are rotten dragons and dragon tribes incompatible?

Oh, so even though the Dragons and the Dragons could not crusade the King of Rotten Dragons, they could be exorcised by the twins of the Armuad and Yortenithos peoples?

Knowing the causal link between history and facts, I feel like a scholar.

"Yeah, I guess the Rotten Dragon Crusade is heavy on Mr. Ashel."

"Ha ha, Ashel, people are worried about you. Now let me show you your power."

"I'm not riding in your grandfather's truck. I'm sorry about Rotten Dragon."

Hmm, Mr. Ashel turning that way.

"I see, are you also timid? Then I can't help but cower my own daughter. Oh, Neemia."

"Nanny."

That's right, that's right, and Neemia snorts hard.

But when Mr. Ashel glances at me, it shrinks in an instant.

How scared are you of your mother?

"Show them the strength to beat bad opponents too. Then the little girl will find the power to overcome her cowardice."

"I know what your grandfather is saying, but I don't know what you're saying."

I guess Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel have been friends for a long time.

Thorny words and pointers also flow lightly, and the atmosphere seems to be enjoyable rather than grumpy.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"What are you talking about? How many problems have you had because of your grandfather? That joke won't change after six hundred years."

"Phew, what do you say in such a way that I've seen you for a long time. Will you not come to me often, forsaking your duty? More recently, about ten years ago."

"Why are you saying that?"

"Speaking of which, when your mother fights with your father, she's gone from time to time."

"Ni, Nimia"

Mr. Ashel hangs out to Niemia's counterattack.

"Ha ha, you've exposed yourself to your little girl. If you want to regain your honor as a mother, you can get rid of Rotten Dragon."

"Damn, I regret that Grandpa's thoughts seem to put me on it"

Like they're giving you a ride, or they're giving you a full ride.

I'm sure Mr. Ashel is also a long-lived ancient species of dragon, but Old Sleighsta, who has been protecting the dragon forest for two thousand years, is lightly palmed.

I'm impressed that places like this are amazing after all.

I wonder if it's rare to see a repentant mother. Niemia was staring at Mr. Ashel as surprised.

"Mnh-mnh-mnh, Priscia's going too"

At some point, Priscia, who stopped crying and looked at our interactions wonderfully, raises her hand vigorously.

"No, no, because it's dangerous. We left a message."

"Hmm, say what. You should also go and take a tour."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

I screamed.

Why should I visit the battle between dragon fighting and dragon rotting? [M]

I'm too scared to go on a tour to get close to the scene.

"You just have to get on Ashel's back"

"Ahhhhh"

Now Mr. Ashel screams.

"Why do I have to fly with people on my back?"

Yeah, yeah, right. You won't allow an ancient species of dragon to put someone like me on my back.

"What, I forgive you. Get in there."

"Mm-hmm. Priscia wants to go, too."

Priscia protesting by swelling her cheeks.

"Thou art in danger. Stay with the witch."

"No, no, no."

Priscia runs to Old Sleighsta and waves down her fist of protest.

We laughed bitterly at Priscia pounding Sleighsta's old jaw.

"Come on, it's Ernea. It's time to wake up the witch."

"Ugh, yeah."

I never forgot. I've always cared about Louiseine, but I've been the best at dealing with the situation in front of me.

I'm going to Louiseine's.

When I shook Louiseine gently and spoke, my eyelashes shook.

"Oh well, is it morning?"

"Yeah, you're sleeping something off. I'm not."

I'll wake you up with my hands around Louiseine's back.

And explain what's going on and tell us what's going on.

Louiseine looked around, listening to me.

And I looked at Mr. Ashel the Giant Dragon, and his eyes were round, and he put his hands on his mouth with my explanation, and he was stunned.

While Louiseine and I were interacting, Priscia was protesting against Old Sleighsta.

But I can't hear you and you're being unfaithful.

"We're all gonna keep Priscia out of this."

Tears in her eyes, Priscia cuddles up to Louiseine.

"Oh well, that's troublesome"

Luiseine hugs Priscia.

"Yeah, I guess I really have to go, too. If I stay, I'm sure Priscia will convince me."

"Rejected"

"Ugh."

My slightest hope was crushed.

"Watch the battle of the Snow Dragon. For you, it will be an unchangeable experience."

Indeed, it is interesting to be able to watch the battle of the Dragon Clan of ancient species.

I've seen Fei Long storm in Wang Du several times in the past, but I'm sure it's incomparable.

But honestly, I'm scared. And will Mr. Ashel put me on my back? [M]

"Oh, boy. If we don't do something about the Rotten Dragon, we won't be able to go home in peace."

Looks like Mr. Ashel is mindful of the Rotten Dragon Crusade.

I'm sighing like I gave up.

"I know you're going to crusade, but I'm sure you're going to give me a lift."

Near, I wonder if that means near Rotten Dragon.

"I'll send you to the south of Dragon Peak, where the woods meet. But I also don't know the exact location of the rotten dragon. After you send it, look for it yourself."

"Ahhh, I knew it was the same as it used to be. Get in trouble, then throw round."

"It's better to be stimulating than to eat everything"

Old Sleighsta shook the woods of ancient trees with a big laugh.

"I have no choice. I'll be there."

Say it. Mr. Ashel catches Niemia.

"Keep your hair tied properly so they don't shake you off."

"Oh, scary."

I wonder if I'm afraid of your mother. I wonder if I'm afraid of what's going to happen.

Yeah, I'm sure it's both.

As Niemia flies and moves to Mr. Ashel's back, she cleverly ties her tail hairs as small as they are to Mr. Ashel's back.

From a distance, you can't see Neemia buried in Mr. Ashel's hair.

Then I guess I won't even see Mr. Ashel fight.

and looked at it like any other HR, Mr. Ashel poked me a little.

"What are you doing? It's special this time. Now get on your back."

"Yep."

I knew I was going too.

I had no choice but to go, and they pulled my clothes.

"Souvenirs"

Is that Priscia?

"Yeah, I'm just going on a tour. I don't have any souvenirs."

"No, no. Without a souvenir, Priscia doesn't like your brother."

"Oh, my God."

I look at Mr. Ashel with frizzy eyes. [M]

Prepare something souvenir.

"Hmm, I can't take care of you that much. Do something about yourself."

But to Mr. Ashel's cold words, I sink.

Ugh, it's Old Sleighsta's fault.

Now I know exactly what it's like to have Mr. Ashel annoyed you.

"Hey, I'm gonna get you some souvenirs."

I smiled and went to Mr. Ashel. [M]

I wondered how I could climb up to my back, and Mr. Ashel grabbed me and threw me on my back.

Handling of things.

I descend on Mr. Ashel's back as I take over. [M]

There was no falling shock.

With the same fluffy hair as Niemia, her body is gently wrapped.

I went to Niemia's side and wrapped my long, affordable hair around my waist.

"If you don't have a souvenir, I don't like it"

I'm going to push in case, Priscia.

Priscia looked up at us with her cheeks swollen and hands on her hips, she was so cute.

I wave to Priscia and Louiseine. [M]

"I'm coming."

"Yes, please go"

"Souvenir"

We laughed because of Priscia. [M]