We Live in Dragon’s Peak

I wonder what weapons Mistral and Old Sleighsta have prepared for me.

I swell my chest in anticipation and head to Moss Square the next day.

"Oh, well, you're in a good mood."

Louiseine's with me today.

Luiseine was actually working at the temple, but she came to the Dragon Forest with me when she said she was going to pick herbs.

In fact, Mistral picks it up, and Luiseine gets it and goes home.

The Temple doesn't seem to suspect what they're doing in the woods, Louiseine, who's coming home with proper medicinal herbs.

"Yeah. Finally, you can have my right hand weapon today."

"Hehe, that's exciting"

Louiseine, who walks side by side, rejoices with me.

I wonder what kind of weapon it is. If it's just something to hang with the wooden knife of the spirit tree on your left, it should be pretty awesome.

Excited, I wandered through the woods telling Louiseine what kind of weapon was coming.

"But the treasure ball didn't make it, did it? And then, if you're a weapon without a treasure ball, it's just like a weapon?

"Uh-oh, Louiseine. Don't say that."

Luiseine put me in for a sure penetration, and I shudder.

If you really don't have the treasure balls that are the source of the power of the weapon, then the weapon itself is a sharp product or something to that extent.

Even the Holy Sword of Listeir can't even break Slutton's sword when he fights to seal the power of the treasure balls. That's why it's a swordsmanship battle, right?

It seems to have the performance not to destroy the blade or vice versa from the opponent.

"It's terrible. Louiseine puts the harshness of reality on me."

"It's a misunderstanding, I'm not at all comfortable with that."

Tell me, Louiseine stroked my head.

Mmm, I regret it, but when I can stroke my head like this, I dust and forgive anything.

Could this be my weakness?

Louiseine and Mistral stroke my head knowing something about it?

Mmm, he looked at me roaring, and Luiseine gave me a troubled look.

"I'm sorry, Ernea, did you get angry?

"Oh, no, it's not"

I was just thinking about what might be my weakness. I thought so, but Louiseine seems to have taken it very seriously.

"I'm sorry."

With that said, Louiseine embraced me.

Wrapped gently by Louiseine, I swing.

Sober, but the smell of hair mixed with the sweet smell of a woman fills my nostrils.

"Oh, you know. Now forgive me."

I guess for the witch Luiseine, holding her from herself to someone she's not even married to yet, is something she hesitates to do.

"It's the only way."

"hehe, thank you"

I turn my arms around Louiseine sweetly, too.

Mistral, too, but Louiseine is thin, too.

I don't know by the look of it because it's a loose witch outfit, but I know very well that I'm skinny when I give it a hug.

"Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh, so does Priscia."

"Neither I nor I"

So, Priscia and Ares hugged me additionally.

"What!?

Whatever Ares is, I wonder why Priscia is in the dragon forest.

"Yeah, that's how you enjoy it where I don't know it"

"Hi-no."

"Oh, well."

When I saw the voice, Mistral stood at us with a cold gaze.

"Chi, it's not. This is a misunderstanding."

I rush to release Louiseine. [M]

But for some reason, Luiseine stayed hugged.

"I'm in trouble. I can't leave you because Priscia and the others are hugging you."

"You lied. No matter how much Priscia and Ares are hugging, you'll be able to untie that hugging arm."

"I didn't notice"

Mistral stands blue on his temples to Luiseine, who smiles like he has won for some reason even though he is being penetrated.

Frightening, frightening.

"Le, luiseine?

I'm scared when I piss Mistral off. So you should let go. Otherwise, for some reason, it hurts my eyes. [M]

Luiseine finally let me go, taking my gaze appeal that

"Are we done? Not enough."

"Yes, sir."

I'll hold you sweet, Priscia. [M]

Then Ares got on her back and Niemia flew over her head.

"Oh, your brother's head is fluffy."

A mistral with a cold gaze blows up at my funny appearance surrounding your children.

Luiseine was laughing on the side too.

"Oh, my God, I'm out of venom."

Mistral came to us laughing.

"By the way, why are the Mistrals in the Dragon Forest?

I would normally be in a moss square, and I don't think it's time for Priscia to pick me up and drop me off.

"I was taking a walk as I picked you up."

"Really? You picked me up, thank you."

Do you usually take walks once in a while?

I'm honestly glad you picked me up, too.

Apparently, my crisis has passed, and then we all walk in the woods for a while.

And when I realized, I was led to the woods of ancient trees.

"Hello."

"Long time no see"

"I'm back now"

"I'm home."

"Nyan."

Say hello to each of them and we'll all go into Moss Square together.

In Moss Square, as always, Old Sleighsta lay a giant like Oyama in the center, and Mr. Zildo was already here.

"I wonder if I slept well last night"

"Ugh."

Mr. Zildo saw me, and I caught my face. [M]

I didn't sleep last night thinking about today. [M]

It's a weapon for the right hand I've been waiting for. You couldn't help but fall asleep with your chest pounding, could you?

"It's like Priscia in front of a stuffed animal."

Mistral is sighing.

"Does your brother get stuffed animals?

"No, you're not. You need a weapon."

"I wouldn't recommend it to you."

"What, why?

Rarely does Niemia react to rejection.

Mistral laughed bitterly when he saw Niemia's reaction, and Old Sleighsta and Mr. Zildo were laughing.

I wonder what it is.

"Come quickly, but I will give it to you. Come here."

Old Sleighsta urged me, and I headed with excitement.

What kind of weapon is it?

Dancing minds. Standing me up.

Feeling my exaltation, signs of joy also come from the wooden knife of the spiritual tree in my lower back.

Ares is looking happy to be hanged, too.

Finally, I get a decent weapon. [M]

"Hey, hey, hey."

"Bye."

I was an old Sleighsta accidental blow, and my nostrils and blast blew me right in front of an ancient woodland.

"Don't you dare do anything."

I get out of my runny nose. [M] My nose is all over my body.

Because of a long time of unintended and floating minds, I couldn't avoid it.

"Guhaha. I'm sorry to alarm you."

Everyone was laughing as well as Old Sleighsta.

What, that's terrible, isn't it?

Me and Sleighsta walk back under old. [M]

Mistral distracted me and drove my whole body dry with dragon art.

"May I see it on my side too?"

"Looks like"

Luiseine and Ares, and Priscia and Niemia are getting closer.

"Well, let's just say we give it to you this time."

Say it. Old Sleighsta gave instructions to Mistral.

Mistral heads to the pitch-black hair on Sleighsta's old toe.

That's where Niemia always lies when she's debilitated.

And he drew out the long hairs of pitch black, and took out a wave of sword.

It was a white sword, in a white sheath.

Beautiful patterns are carved into sheaths, twigs, and patterns, but they don't come in any color.

I get the impression that it's really white and carved out of a single ivory.

There are marks on the sheaths and on the shavings. I wonder if the treasure balls would fit in there if they were supposed to.

"Hmm, ivory? It seems close and far away."

Old Sleighsta, who read my mind, narrows her eyes and laughs.

"Come on, this is your sword."

Mistral gave me the sword that he had brought with him. [M]

"Yes."

I take it firmly with both hands.

Slightly heavy.

You can't handle it without strengthening your physical abilities with dragon qi, that's the weight.

"Can I pull it out?"

"Never mind, it is thy sword. It's about taking good care of it."

Right. This is the sword I will always use. [M] If I don't take a good look at it when I receive it, I won't be able to tell you to correct it later because I feel uncomfortable.

I pulled my sword out of my sheath.

My body was white, too.

It's not iron. It's a sword with a sheath or a twig that gives the impression of being made from ivory.

And to the fullness, intricate patterns are engraved.

Not as long as a long sword, but a lot longer than a medium sword.

Extensive and meaty.

I've been practicing with thin tree branches, medium swords, and skinny long swords borrowed from Mr. Zildo, but none of them were in shape.

"This is the sword I hold in my right hand?

Me staring from the tip of my sword to the pattern.

Luiseine and everyone else stared at the sword with interest.

"Dear Left, that is what you deserve. Take care of it."

"It's white and beautiful. Plus, I feel something very powerful. I don't know, like dragon power."

"Ho ho, boulders are dragon's eye"

"A dragon's eye is a horrible thing."

"That's what you can feel now."

Old Sleighsta, Mr. Zildo, and Mistral were surprised by Luiseine.

"The sword of dragon power?

"Yes, Elnea."

Mistral always increased and looked at me with a serious look.

"This is a dragon slayer sword, built more than Ong's fangs. Ong broke his own fangs for you."

"Eh."

"Remember that it is the supreme sword carved up by the best craftsmen of the Dragon Nation, using Ong's fangs"

I was stunned to find out who the pure white sword was.

Just before summer, when I found a young tree in a spirit tree.

Old Sleighsta had lost one of his fangs.

I thought Old Sleighsta, who made a prank, had been broken by Mistral.

And the fangs are still broken.

He was ready until he lost his precious fangs for me. [M]

I'm so touched, my chest fills.

How blessed I am. [M]

I never thought I'd be so cherished.

"It seemed to please me, above all"

Old Sleighsta was smiling gently.

"I will definitely take care of it. And I'm going to ripen it."

I took an oath.

I will be a fine dragon sword dancer so that I can be rewarded for my old teaching. [M]

I will pass on Mr. Zildo's thoughts and let him become a dragon king who is also recognized by the dragon people.

And I'll let you be the proud man of Mistral and Louiseine.

"Take care of me, too."

Ares hugged me.

Of course, Spirit Tree, Ares, Priscia and Niemia will take care of everyone.

"Nah."

and Niemia sounded happy.

Oh, maybe Niemia felt dangerous and said she wouldn't recommend it because she knew the sword I would get was a dragon slayer sword.

But I'm fine. I'm not pointing weapons at Niemia no matter what. [M]

"Hmm, Priscia wants something too"

We laughed at Priscia. [M]