We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Witches can use healing magic.

For the injured, healing magic is just a miracle move. The fracture is healed, and the amputated limbs are not scarred, so they stick together?

But witches don't practice much in recovery magic.

There are several factors, but one of the most important reasons was the harm Luiseine described.

It weakens the protection of the mind.

For those who have been heavily injured, that may seem a trivial problem.

But there are a lot of bad people in the world.

What happens if someone with strong healing spells and weakened mind protection is easily manipulated by spells and magic?

What makes a bad man do when he manipulates a person?

It's easy for me to understand.

Robberies, murders, all sorts of bad things, they must let the person who manipulated them.

But I can't find evidence of spells or magic manipulation in most cases. That way, the manipulated man can't prove his innocence, and he'll be guilty of a crime for not thinking about it.

It doesn't make sense if you were imprisoned for a crime you didn't even think of, even though it helped you around the corner.

Because we know that, the witch didn't use recovery magic that easy either.

Then you shouldn't think that you should just provide protective equipment at a cheap price.

Protective equipment. The treasure balls used for it.

In other words, the treasure balls with the power of the witch's guardian spell are with the treasure balls used for spell weapons.

Along with the cursed jewel means that it will take just as much time and effort to make it.

So the numbers are small, and it becomes expensive for that matter.

That had been one of the major causes of the witch's attempts to treat the patient even using slightly higher herbs.

Knowing the protective equipment was expensive and valuable, Lyla drops her shoulders disappointingly.

There's no way Lila, who was starving to death on Dragon Peak without all the gear, has a lot of money. I wasn't wealthy. I only have a tiny amount of money, of course, and the witch Luiseine only has the minimum I need.

Maybe Mistral doesn't have much either, and Priscia doesn't have any.

Come to think of it, we haven't had a life like spending money before. That's why I wasn't aware of the possession.

But I have to get my money ready, I can't buy Lyla protective equipment.

I'm worried about what's wrong.

"People need money to do anything."

Old Sleighsta sighs, man.

Hmm, I'm in real trouble. I remembered one thing when I casually looked at Louiseine.

"Ahhh."

Everyone pays attention to my sudden voice.

"Luiseine, you used it!

"Your use?

To my delightful voice, Luiseine leans her neck.

"Yes. Remember when you used it last year?

Luiseine and Mistral conceived as they stared at each other, leaking their voices at the same time as they remembered something more.

"Sure, the herbs Luiseine used to carry are very expensive, and they can be picked at Dragon Peak."

"Yes, it is. Those leaves are so precious and so expensive."

"And I know the flock."

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

Lyla moistened her eyes and looked down at us.

So.

We made a quick move to make money.

Ask old Sleighsta to tell him his spare time and send him back, once again bare his way through the village of Mistral, this time on his way to the herb removal.

When you used it, Mistral said that white, pale foliage was swarming in dangerous places on Dragon Peak. But now we have Niemia.

Dangerous swarms of land had no reckless flying dragons or warcraft, like riding on the backs of a giant Neemia, but hands on a body Neemia bigger than a tyrant.

And then, lightly, we reached a flock of flowers with expensive leaves.

Just for a moment, maybe it's the growing season of plants. The question arose, but I didn't think I needed to worry about it. Sure, the flowers weren't blooming with buds yet, but the leaves were attached.

"Oh, well."

"Wow."

"Beautiful."

Our first glimpse of the flock leaks a sigh of admiration.

And Louiseine knelt down disappointed.

At the top of a certain rugged mountain range. As far as I could see there, there was a flock of flower grass with white, pale, glowing leaves.

The snow carpet, not the white, pale carpet of gentle light, was so beautiful.

Stirred by the slightly stronger wind, the leaves that danced in the sky are glittering and fantastic.

"It's expensive..."

But Luiseine, who knows the exact amount of money, sees the landscape and makes it attractive.

Then you are, aren't you? Precious, and expensive, so much so that the witch herself deliberately carries just a few leaves to another temple. That's so unpickable, I can see Louiseine letting her down.

"Don't let that get you down. I'm not supposed to come here that easily. Few people can do it properly, even if it's just round trips. I can't get more baggage in there, so I can only take it home a little bit."

Together from the village for some reason, Zan, who came onto Niemia's back, supplements.

"Yes, so I'll be convinced."

Luiseine laughs bitterly.

"Yeah, but from now on, you can take it all you want."

But to Priscia's full grin, she was sinking abruptly.

Priscia, it's terrible to sink the heart of Louiseine, who's about to recover.

Everyone who stepped down into the white, pale meadow laughed.

"Come on, it's quick, but I'll get you what you need."

And Mistral gave the instructions, but there's a little Priscia in our line. Just do what you want, and yes, let's go home, right?

Inspired by the beautiful meadows, Priscia, along with Niemia and Lyla, was shaking around.

Lila, you too!

Mistral, who of course would have expected this to happen, can't help but deal with Priscia and the others in the way she gave up.

Luiseine, who finally recovered, was also mixed up, and in an instant the women's garden was completed.

The way a girl enjoys herself in the meadows is soothing to watch.

But I roar.

"Why did Zan come too?"

I looked up at Zan, who was standing next to me as normal, and I asked him.

"I was off duty and free."

Zan chuckles with only one of his mouths raised.

"You guys seem busy lately. I wonder what you're doing."

Oh, well. Zan doesn't know about the demon raid yet, does he?

I told Zan what I've been up to since the tyrants took me away.

"Louis Lara."

After listening to me, Zan snorts.

"You know what?

"Oh. As familiar as it sounds. I can tell just by looking at it. He wasn't the only one."

"Yeah. If you hadn't bound me to a swordsmanship battle, I think it would have been dangerous"

I honestly responded because it was a swordsmanship battle, but if that was a full battle, I still had chills.

"I don't know the details, but Luirala is near the Demon King. There's no way the Devil King's side is a dust chip."

"You said you were a Viscount, but you were close."

Mistral had previously said that he had a little interaction with the Titan Demon King. Luilara knew the other dragon kings and Zan in that exchange, and she knew who she was right after she saw the people who ran away.

Even now, I'm aware of it.

Hmm?

But with current thinking, I think even more so now.

Giant demon king?

It was the demon king who appeared before us, horrible but very beautiful. But I'm pretty sure he wasn't a giant. But why is it called the Demon King of the Giants?

Zan might know, I'll ask.

"Legend."

"Legend?"

"Oh, yeah. Apparently, the giant Demon King was originally a centrally assigned Demon King. But in a time of growing strife between the Dragons and the Demons, we moved to this side. In the battle of that time, it is said that the Dragon Nation was ravaged by the demon king of a giant bigger than the mountain"

"Bigger than a mountain!? Is that that the beautiful demon king?

"Oh, that's what's happening in legend"

I'm stunned by Zan's explanation.

Isn't that the size of even Sleighsta old looking small?

Something's flying too fast for me to believe.

"That's not to judge the Demons by their appearance. Some of them look as good as Priscia playing there, stronger than the Demon King."

"Oh, I didn't want to know that."

Who is stronger than the Demon King?

Such a monster, you never want to see me. I shake my head and skip my memories in an attempt to quickly forget.

Then Priscia ran over and put a pale glowing grass crown on my head.

"Wow, did Priscia make this?

"Yes. Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's prettier than a jewel crown."

When I complimented her, Priscia smiled happily and went back under the Louiseines again.

"I don't know if it's prettier than a jewel, but it's definitely a more expensive crown."

Zan's extra thoughts caught my face.

Right? That's right. Even though just one leaf is expensive. A grass crown made using multiple stems of flower grass with many of its leaves. I can't imagine how much this is going to be for a common man.

Lyla chops the leaves unconstructively into the wind, and Luiseine is making the next grass crown with Priscia at best.

On Mistral's lap watching gently, he was buried with picked leaves.

You'll be dazzled.

It seemed to me that the women were playing buried in gold.

"Oh, the leaves are delicious."

"Hehe, so you want to take it home for a little something to eat?

Ahhh.

It's Neemia. How sinful you are. I can't believe you're eating expensive and precious leaves.

"Huh. Pick this up and go home, and you'll easily be a billionaire."

"Billionaires are cheap until the last generation."

"So you will?

Zan asks me, and I shake my head.

"But I still can't. All I have to do is take it home. 'Cause some people come here for life's sake to pick, right? Yet it's not good for us to have fun and make money. So I'm only taking home Lyla's protective gear as much as I can buy"

"Right."

Zan looked at the scenery with a blur as he seemed less interested in my thoughts.

"You can't take Nyan's share of food with you when you get home, can you?

"Niemia did her best this time, so I guess that would be nice"

"I did it."

Niemia jumped happily, Priscia properly, expressing her joy all over her body.