We Live in Dragon’s Peak

It was a roll.

The six dragon kings who stood between me and Luirala builds a wall to boost dragon temper.

Luilara had not broken her spare look, but she was sweating a large amount because of her hives.

"This is a boulder, I wonder if it's a bad minute"

Jiri, and Luilara retreating.

"Do you think you can escape by attacking the dragon villages?"

A giant dragon king sets up a huge two-handed axe.

"Whoa, I can't take that"

Luilala tries to frighten her deliberately.

"You were the one who got to us first. Besides, I've just made a truce with him."

Say it, Louis. Lara points at me. [M]

"Really?"

Mistral looks at me with a strange look.

"I had a swordsmanship fight. So draw it out."

"Ugh. Did you draw him from swordsmanship?"

The skinny dragon king who had a long spear is astonished.

"I don't mind if you say I drew it. But I can't believe this one got his hands on me first."

The musculoskeletal, shallow, dark-skinned dragon king stares at Luirala with anger.

"That's right. These guys have suddenly raided the village."

A man from the village with us cries out in anger.

"You must have been the ones who attacked the village on my territory first."

But Luilala flaunts her shoulders and argues what she is talking about.

What do you mean?

I see something different from each other.

My question is, I think I felt Mistral too.

Mistral with alternating views of Luilara and men. But with each other, we felt no sign that he was lying.

"Hey, where are the village warriors?"

A middle-aged dragon king asks a man.

"The young people from the village who went hunting said they had been attacked by demons and left"

"All of us?

"Oh, oh."

I wonder if all the village warriors will leave because the young men were attacked by demons. For the rest of my discomfort, I tilted my neck.

"I don't know a detailed exchange. But it's true."

After all, there are no signs that men are lying. Or is the lie too skillful to notice?

The dragon kings also look at each other as to whether they are uncomfortable with the male explanation or what is wrong with them.

There must be a difference, or a lie, in what the man and Luilara say.

But in this situation now, no one could find it.

We confront the feeling of perplexity while the air is stuck.

"There is clear evidence in my territory that you dragon tribes attacked. And there's something skeptical about the man's statement, isn't there? Then you'll know I'm the truth."

"No. We haven't seen the evidence and the doings. There's plenty of potential for your makeover."

"Oh, boy. I wonder if you think I'm going to attack your village until I make that up."

The dragon kings roared at Luirala, who showed his tricks.

"What do you mean?

I am uncomfortable with the dragon kings being said and ask the side mistral in a whisper.

"That demon tribe is under the command of the giant demon king. The Titan's Demon King is trying to get rid of our fight, so I don't think his men are going to run wild."

"Really?"

Even though the Demon King is trying to get rid of the feud, there's no way his subordination is going to create a spark. Mistral tells me that the Devil tribe's subordination is absolute.

Lyla, who ran under me, was also listening to Mistral's explanation.

"Then I knew it"

Is a man lying or is something wrong?

"I'm not lying."

panicking man. Then there, several men rushed from the village.

The men who joined us wandered into a different atmosphere.

"Hey."

A giant dragon king asks the men who rushed.

"What happened to the village warrior?"

But those who rush say the same thing, holding their mouths together, as the man who came with us.

"This guy's in trouble."

The skinny dragon king laughs lightly without any trouble.

"It's a parallel line with each other eating away, and I was wondering if you'd miss me here."

A young dragon king stands low on Luilara's suggestion.

"Is that why you told me to miss you? The fact that you attacked the village makes no difference. There's no way we're gonna let that resentment get away with it."

"Oh, that's troublesome"

Luilara doesn't show how pressured she is, even if she is awesome by the six dragon kings. But it must be stuffed with chopped wings. No matter how many titled Demons you are, you can't be any match for the six Dragon Kings and Mistrals.

It gives an extra atmosphere, but maybe a big sweat on the forehead and a slightly sticky grin represent the inside.

Troubled troubled, and lagging Luilara. The dragon kings, on the contrary, pack their minds with jiri.

Me and Mistral, and Lyla got into battle.

"You guys..."

That's when darkness spread in the back of the woods.

And out of the darkness, an immortal beauty reveals herself.

A blonde woman wearing luxurious dark blue clothes.

I've never seen a woman more beautiful than Mistral. [M]

But it's fear and horrible killing that surrounds you.

Dark temper visualizes the darkness and eats the trees of the forest. Grasshoppers swallowed by carelessness die instantly and burn out in the flames of darkness.

"Knock."

Mist's expression is strong.

"Do you want to go to war with me?"

Quiet, but with a compelling low voice, the woman says.

Luilara kneels gracefully.

And tension runs over the dragon kings.

"Why, why did you come all the way down here?"

Mistral comes forward to the change of the Dragon King who made him tense.

"Princess Dragon. Long time."

The woman looked at Mistral and smiled. The smile of an extinct beauty. But I didn't think I was beautiful. My whole body feels a total furry fear.

"It's unusual for the Demon King himself to descend."

Is the terrible beauty the demon king?

Me and Lyla were in an unexpected position.

"It's Princess Dragon. Ask now. Are you going to war with me?"

"Of course, I don't mean to be hairy"

The Demon King, emerging from the darkness, intimidates Mistral with overwhelming signs as a being that unites the Demon Nation. But Mistral also loses and moves forward against him.

"Then what is this situation?"

The demon king glances at the carcasses of the demon clan, at Luilala, and at the dragon kings.

"Your Majesty, I'll explain."

Luilala kneels down and tells the demon king the upside of the matter.

That's what the Demons say. My expectation was off that I must say it was convenient for me, and Luilala explained exactly what was going on with me and us.

I'm confused.

The Demons were outrageous, and they weren't a young, deserted race who didn't think about anyone else.

All I felt was uncomfortable listening quietly to Luirala, who explained what had happened and the difference in food between us.

"I see, I understand. You back off now."

The demon king, who has finished listening to the backdrop, commands Luirala.

Luilala bowed her head respectfully and tried to disappear into the darkness around the Demon King. I stopped and looked back.

"Speaking of which, you. I was wondering if you could tell me your name."

Louis Lara's gaze captured me.

My chest is bouncing with stiffness.

A nervousness that puts the Demon King in front of me and doesn't know if I can utter a word strikes me.

But the Demon King didn't seem interested in Luirala's attitude or mine, and he stared at Mistral silently.

"I am. I'm Elnea Ease."

"Yeah. Elnea. I remember. Next time, we'll have a fight."

Luilara promised unilaterally that this time it would disappear into the darkness created by the Demon King.

The Demon King confirms that the signs of Luirala disappear.

"From what I've seen, it looks like you guys weren't really going to set things up with Luilara either. Then let both parties send verification personnel to investigate the differences between them. And I'll take care of this. All right?"

Mistral nods at the unspoken word of the Demon King or not.

"Hehe. Princess Dragon is honest and good"

When the Demon King only gave him a soft real smile for a moment, he turned his heel back and blended into the wrapping darkness and disappeared.

When the demon king disappears, so does the darkness that exasperates him.

"Ugh, that was horrible"

A skinny dragon king wipes the sweat off his forehead.

Other than that, the colors of relief could be seen in the face of the Dragon King.

"Elnea, that's enough. Untie the Spirit Tree."

Mistral tells me, I remember. Yes, I did. I was protecting the villagers in the junction.

I doubt he was really able to protect me because Luilara had seen me through it.

The confusion junction of the spiritual tree is broken, and the villagers who look at each other in fear reveal themselves.

"Ho ho, that's a big deal"

A middle-aged dragon king opened his eyes and impressed me.

"I was scared."

From above, a giant dragon descends. It's Niemia.

The shadow that passed us at high speed was Niemia.

The Dragon King and Mistrals came on Niemia's back.

Tension runs for a moment on the villagers to the giant dragon clan I have never seen before. But as soon as I landed, I looked like a kitten, and witnessed him riding over my head, and the tension eased.

"I'm glad both Ernea and Lyla are safe"

Confirming that the demon king and darkness had completely disappeared, Mistral returned to our place.

"Thanks for coming to help"

A young dragon king slaps me in the back to thank you.

"It's still early. It is only after examining the situation in the village that we calm down. If you're the Dragon King, help me."

"Yes."

And we looked around at the misery of the village with the Mistrals and the Dragon Kings who rushed.

Several dragon people were dead. Mixed with men, some dead women.

And the bodies of several times as many demons as the Dragons lay everywhere in the village.

Much of the building burns down and the fall of the ground tells the story of the awesomeness of the battle.

It was a tragedy that made me want to turn away, but I walked around desperately searching for survivors.

But there are no survivors in the village, less than twenty fleeing women, children and the elderly. Only a few men who fought and survived were survivors.

"This is not going to get the inhabitants back to the village right away"

A bald, old man with the oldest head takes the head of the dragon king and we carry the remains of the entire village.

And in the hole I dug outside the village with dragon art, I buried him.

The same goes for the bodies of the demons, and they are processed.

They're the haters who attacked the village, but you can't leave the body like that.

Near evening, finally one paragraph. And recalling the villagers who had been evacuated, the survivors were crying shoulder to shoulder, to shoulder, to the tragedy of a changed village.

"Totally. I wonder what the warriors are doing"

The skinny dragon king sighs.

"It's my job now to make sure of that."

It seems that the youngest young dragon king, even older than me and Mistral, stares at the sun that has begun to set.

"But there's no information. In this situation, we can't move. Spend the night in this village, work out the operation, and act after tomorrow."

The oldest bald dragon king decides the policy.

"Oh man. I was wondering if we were supposed to have a blast with Mistral's hand cooking tonight"

A giant dragon king openly regrets a glance at Mistral.

"Yes, sir. If it's about cooking."

Mistral sighs and moves to cook dinner using the food left in the village, combined with the minutes of the grieving villagers.

"I can help, too."

"I'll help you too."

Me and Lyla will follow.

"Ho, those two"

"You're getting interesting."

The musculoskeletal, shallow, dark-skinned dragon king and the middle-aged dragon king were watching us and talking.