We Live in Dragon’s Peak

I listened to Lyla's fairy tale in silence.

If you noticed, Mistral, Louiseine, and even Priscia and Niemia listened quietly to Lyla's fairytale.

But this fairy tale...

Looking at Mistral, she smiled sadly and shook her head.

"I'm sorry. That was a boring fairy tale. I should have told you a brighter story."

Lyla closed her eyes and leaned over for a moment, but the next time she looked up she gave us a smile that looked like something had blown out.

"What happened to the princess after that?"

Priscia, who apparently couldn't absorb the sincerity of the fairy tale, pulls Lyla's clothes hem to prompt ahead.

Well, you don't know what this fairy tale really means to a little kid, and that's something you don't have to know.

"Yeah, sure."

Lyla thinks a little.

"The princess then reached the mountain where the flying dragon lives safely. And there, I met a lovely prince. The princess forgot so many sad things about the past that the prince and I were alone in getting along and enjoying the rest of our lives."

and smiled at Priscia.

"Hmm!?

"Mr. Lyla, no objection. No, no!

But Mistral and Louiseine make him pull the other way around.

"I'm not convinced at the end."

"That's right. Just the two of us getting along, what do you mean?"

Lyla is stuffed by Mistral and Louiseine and can be hunted down until the time of the handrail.

Yeah, it's a fairy tale.

To the temper of the two, Lyla still tries to fall in love.

Hi. you're killing yourself in a relaxing place.

Priscia smiles with Niemia elsewhere as she manages to spend some time with the two murdering people at the edge of the resting place.

"Good for you. The princess is happy now."

"Nah. But I'm sure he's in danger by now."

Priscia, who hasn't heard Niemia whine, was cheerful on this occasion alone.

"Mr. Lyla, now you need my sermon."

"Oh, dear Ernea, please help me."

The screams of Lyla, forcefully pulled into the darkness at night by Luiseine, echoed in a place of relaxation.

"Not at all. No alarm, no gap."

Whimpering, Mistral comes next to me.

Priscia was starting to look at the starry sky full of fun with Neemia, and when she realized, there was only room for me and Mistral.

"Hey, Mistral"

"Hmm?"

"Lyla's fairy tale now, I mean, that's it, right?"

"Well, maybe that's it."

I didn't put it in clear language, but I, Mistral, and perhaps Louiseine, must have the same sentiment.

"She faced herself by telling a fairy tale."

"I wonder if you've been able to sort out what you told us."

"I don't suppose you wanted to be worried, rather than hide things from us who saved lives. Because she's a very honest and good girl."

Mistral stared at the dark side the night Luiseine and Lyla disappeared.

"By taking the form of a fairy tale, I think she separated her darkness from her heart."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Whatever the form, I was glad that Lyla gave me a story.

Because I don't think you can tell me these stories don't have a solid bond.

"But I just have a few questions."

"What?"

Mistral looks at me with the look of saying.

Um, I get the impression that you're watching over me as a child after all the mistrals.

But I don't know about that, because I'm just a real kid.

I was just a little dissatisfied with being treated like a child, but I have my doubts.

"Lyla wasn't. I wonder why the dragons hated the princess."

For generations, my ancestors were supposed to be born into a family that manipulated dragons, why did only princesses hate dragons?

Mistral smiled as I tipped my little neck.

"Right. That is the mystery of the princess and the culprit of darkness. Unless you get rid of it, maybe the fairy tale princess won't have real happiness in her hands."

"Well, that's where the challenge lies."

"Heh heh, it's not like that. The answer could be surprisingly simple."

Mistral smiled somewhat profoundly and walked under Priscia.

"Come on, it's time to go home."

"Dear star, are you beautiful?

"Right. But I'm done tonight."

"Nyan is sleepy."

Mistral takes Priscia's hand and goes home.

I followed them back to the house I was renting, not knowing what Mistral's smile meant.

"... so, Ong. Is it time for you to tell me something decent"

Tell me, Mistral stuffed old Sleighsta sleeping with a raccoon.

The day after we saw the starry sky, we followed the village we were staying in for treatment. And he was straight through the village of Mistral, coming to the moss square.

And I asked Old Sleighsta, the wind who had felt something since my first meeting with Lyla, for advice.

"Grandpa, you can't pretend you slept. My grandfather was the one who used the technique of metastasis at the Dragon Temple in the first place, so you're not sleeping."

If you get too familiar with it, Mistral's blunt instrument will fly.

You read my thoughts, Old Sleighsta moves his forefoot fingers softly.

"Ong?"

Old Sleighsta lets Mistral's voice pull her face slightly.

"Oh, well, Mr. Mist, don't get the noisy stuff."

I tremble with horror at the words of Luiseine.

"I wonder if he's finally dead. Why don't we hit him as hard as we can to make sure?"

"Aww, wait, wait. What a terrible thing to say."

To Mistral's outrageous remarks, Old Sleighsta hastily opens his eyes.

"Mistral. Grandpa looks like he's gonna wake up, and you might want to put a wake-up blow in his fingertips just in case."

"So is that."

"Yeah, who do you think I am? I'm the one. Ahhh."

Old Sleighsta couldn't say a word until the end.

Mistral's unquestioned blow burst into Old Sleighsta's fingertips.

Old Sleighsta, you deserve it today.

I laughed heavily at everyone who was coming to Moss Square to interact with Old Sleighsta.

"It's Mistral. Do not become violent day by day. Elnea, you will not be worried about your future."

A mistral that returns to Sleighsta's old blur with his eyes.

"Big Grandpa, okay, I'll do it for you. Let's go too, Lyla."

"What!? Ah."

You don't need Lila's consent, Priscia.

After a moment, Priscia and Neemia, who were on its head, and Lyla, were on Old Sleighsta's head.

Lyla had experienced several proper spatial leaps with Priscia since she first threw up, and now she didn't even feel bad anymore.

Okay, okay, and Lila learning from Priscia to stroke Old Sleighsta's head seemed like a lot of fun.

"So."

Mistral puts it back to business, grinning bitterly at the deeds of a toddler and a girl on old Sleighsta's head.

"I'm sure Ong realizes who she is."

That kid, that's Lila.

"Hmm."

Old Sleighsta, honking his throat.

"Thou art"

Old Sleighsta looks to Mistral.

"Since I was a child, I had qualities. and strived, consciously gaining the title of Princess Dragon"

Yes, a nodding mistral.

"That's right."

Now look at me, old Sleighsta.

"There was qualities, and he earned the title of Dragon King after a tough trial"

I snort deeply.

The spiciness of the days that passed to the northern end of King's Capital, where Mr. Jildo lives, still reminds me. It was a really tough trial.

"As a result of your efforts, you have got what you deserve. If you look at what you see, it's easy to understand. Whatever your appearance, words and deeds, whatever you get from the efforts you have made and the trials you have crossed, you will unconsciously seep out of your body. But I don't know."

Say it. Old Sleighsta turns her consciousness to Lyla, who is now strangely listening over her own head.

"Isn't he who had more powerful power than when he was born terrible? Isn't it creepy who possesses immeasurable power without consciousness? Do you not fear the unconscious power of those who know neither how to control nor how to manipulate?"

I was told, I thought.

If, for example.

If only I had dragon treasure balls in my hands without training.

My inner dragon treasure balls exert their power even by emotion. If I'm angry, I'll show explosive power to match that anger.

But if I hadn't trained to handle dragon qi, I wouldn't have been able to handle this power.

And one day, I'm sure, I was letting you run wild.

What if Luiseine with the dragon's eye was watching at this time?

Unconsciously, look at the dragon temper swinging depending on the allowances and emotions. I don't know when I'm going to storm. Suppose I felt the mighty power I enclosed.

I guess Louiseine sees me as a dangerous person, a horrible person.

And the Dragon Clan feels the dragon's temper more sensitive than the rest of us. Even if there is no dragon eye, the sharpened sensation reacts to the other dragon's chi.

Those who do not know what to do. Will I or the dragon approach the dangerous who do not know when to rampage their power?

Yeah, you never want to get close. I don't want to get involved with each other. If you get closer from the other side, you might get scared and run away.

"Exactly what you thought everyone would think"

"That is."

I see Lyla over Old Sleighsta's head.

"It will take training to become aware of and control the power"

To Old Sleighsta's words, Lyla corrected her posture as she sat down and bowed her head deeply.

"Thank you for your guidance whip."

Thus, Lyla's rigorous training was to become full-scale.

If you think so.

"Before you do, could you give me a moment?"

It was Luiseine who raised his hand.

"What's wrong?"

I wonder if there was any discomfort in the current story. I thought so, but Louiseine has come up with a different, witchy problem.

"I know training is very important. But before you do, you must ask Lila to receive the Temple's protective equipment."

"Protective equipment?

Everyone but Old Sleighsta and Louiseine tilted their necks to a word they had never heard of.

"Yes, protective equipment can be important to Mr. Lyla. This time, Mr. Lyla was seriously wounded dying. And I healed it with magic."

I remember so much.

When I was in school, I learned it in class.

"Recovery magic is one of the miracles given by the goddess of healing wounds. But it's not universal."

Mistrals who listen to Luiseine in silence.

"Strong recovery techniques actually have their harms as well. Those who undergo spells to heal severe wounds will, without exception, have weakened the protection of their minds"

"Protection of the mind?

To Lyla's question. Luiseine nods.

"Yes. The protection of the mind is the consciousness of self-defence when it is interfered with by others. That said, it doesn't mean you're more likely to be influenced by other people's opinions or fall in love."

Luiseine smiles once to reassure Lyla.

"For example, resistance to the magic of demonic charm and the curse of spiritual interference in spells becomes extremely weak."

Oh, that's what you're talking about. and Lyla stroking her chest down a little.

But the truth is, I think this is serious. We're getting caught up in a rub with the Demons right now.

And if you're a Demon, you're bound to poke at your opponent's weakness.

If Lyla keeps showing weakness in her mental interference, the danger is imminent, not just for Lyla, but for us.

The recovery technique is no different than the technique of forcibly intervening in the other person's condition. Interference to force healing of wounds, disregarding the opponent's physical abilities, natural healing power.

In other words, the treated person will be subjected to forced interference from the witch.

Receiving high-ranking magic means that the witch has made a strong state erosion.

Strong interference and when the wound heals.

Unconsciously, there is a misconception that it can be good to be interfered with, making your mind weak enough to tolerate interference from others.

and Luiseine show off their witch expertise.

So I'm going to have to ask Lila to keep an object called protective equipment to protect herself from interference in the future.

Lyla gets nervous again when Luiseine explains that it's hard when she's vulnerable to mental interference.

"Then I'll take care of that guard. Thank you for your concern for me."

Say it. Lyla offers both hands.

I guess it's a trick to get protective equipment...

Even if you put your hand over old Sleighsta's head, Louiseine can't get there on her own.

And.

"Oh well, I'm in trouble"

Louiseine looked up at Lyla, like she was in real trouble.

"Protective equipment is so expensive, it's beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"Eh."

With her hands in hand, Lila solidified.