We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Mmm, let's have a little fun next time."

"Or give me a break"

The head of the chicken dragon, which was used to be good for Priscia, screamed and asked me for help.

"Do something about that little girl. I'm not a horseman."

"Sorry, I'm bothering you"

While I apologize, I'll get Priscia. When Priscia was caught by me, she swelled her cheeks dissatisfied.

"Priscia, the chicken dragon is in trouble, so when are we going to rest?"

"I'd like to play some more."

"Yeah. But if you're being selfish, you'll be pissed off when Mistral gets back."

"Mmm."

Priscia is vulnerable to Mistral's genuine anger. The fact that Mistral's name appeared made me honestly big in my arms.

"Priscia, you must be thirsty"

Louiseine distracts me and brings me a drink. When Priscia received it, she drank it deliciously.

"My throat is dry, too."

Lyla, who was working on the nest, came back and we all decided to take a break.

I've served all the food to the Chicken Dragon, so I got a bit of a lonely rest just for drinks though.

"If we're going to take care of you here today, we're going to have to secure food after this."

"Ugh, there's a snack for you"

"Priscia wants a snack too"

You deserve Niemia. If Niemia hadn't gotten down to the center of the nest with a prank and bothered the chicken dragon, she wouldn't have been the feather to provide all the food.

Priscia, this time just fine.

But both Priscia and Niemia are like a community of destiny, so you can't help it.

While I comfort myself, I think about what to do with the food.

If I have to, I wish I could go hunting. Sweet stuff, I wish the fruit was made up somewhere.

We'll discuss today's plans, including food. I hear Priscia and Niemia haven't played enough yet. After meals, let the chicken dragon sacrifice you again.

Luiseine and Lyla come to the Chicken Dragon's Nest because of it, so they make their eyes shine that they want to experience something.

Now, thinking about what kind of experience could only be done here, a great shadow crossed the nest.

What? And for a moment, tension runs on everyone.

And I looked up at the sky and was amazed.

"Here comes the big one."

Priscia waves to the sky.

"Damn, the tyrant is here again!

Chicken dragons making a scene.

It was indeed a tyrant who crossed over the nest of chicken dragons.

After passing once, the tyrant swirled sharply and ran straight into the nest.

"Oh, my God, run."

We and the flock of chicken dragons are in a hurry to evacuate.

And the tyrant is unquestioned, sounds ground, kicks the nest, raises sand dust, and decides to land roughly.

"Hey, what are you doing!

I scream. [M]

Then the tyrant stared at me, like, oh, you were there.

Don't go anywhere.

"No, no, no, because that's our dialogue"

I approach a tyrant as I slap on my dusty clothes.

I mean, what a terrible landing.

"What, the usual?"

"No, it's always this. Then you shouldn't"

Tyrant, have you forgotten your promise to me? [M] Kicking the chicken dragon's nest is no different than it used to be. And when I got angry, the tyrant laughed at me.

'This is just as good for them. Their livelihood is to build a new and comfortable nest. If you break it, you can make a new one again.'

"Wait a minute."

But it was the chicken dragon's head that waited for the tyrant to say it.

'It is certainly our living to build a nest. But if it's broken like every day, it's not stuck. "

"Revaria, you're not supposed to be here every day?

I ask questions with my face drawn. [M]

"Hmm. I'm just keeping the dragon."

Say it. Tyrants urge you to look at your back.

"Whoa, it's small."

Priscia, who was evacuating, jumps on the back of the tyrant with joy and plays out with the child dragon who was there.

"Yeah, what do you mean?

Why do tyrants keep dragons with chicken dragons every day?

To my question, the tyrant turns a frightened glance.

"You must be the one who made me swear for Dragon Peak."

"Yeah, that's for sure"

"I have no choice but to keep my promise to you. But you can't involve a child dragon in that. '

No, you seemed to have a lot of fun yesterday, and you were playing a role. I wanted to put in the penetration, but I do know what tyrants say.

You can't get your precious child dragon involved in a role that could be dangerous.

But.

"That's why you keep it with a chicken dragon, not a fellow flying dragon."

That's right. That's right. I don't dare think I need to keep it with a chicken dragon.

"You fool. Chicken Dragon is also a splendid flying dragon '

"Ha!?

I'm embarrassed by the unexpected answer. And now, seriously, I saw a chicken dragon.

Like a chicken, not a chicken. The body is more than one turn larger than the chicken, and instead of the chicken crown there are stinging horns growing. The wings are also more beautiful than the chickens.

But you still look like a chicken.

So, I can't fly chickens, but birds for once.

Similar to that, but not a bird, dragon tribe...

"Whoa, just a kind of flying dragon!

"You just looked down on us."

"Giffoon."

I'm stunned by chicken dragon penetration. [M] Exhausted, I was half convinced.

"Indeed, you're a flying dragon. But I still don't know why I keep it with the chicken dragon."

I know that tyrants with four eyes and four large and small wings are special among flying dragons. But if I was a tyrant, I'd leave it with a flying dragon that looked as close to me as I could, like I helped yesterday. The tyrant answers the question with a sigh again.

'I know what you're trying to say. But I am anxious to leave my child dragon with a normal flying dragon. With these guys, no problem.'

'Wow, that's the way you're looking down on us. Don't listen to me!

The chicken dragon expresses dissatisfaction and now hits the tyrant. But the tyrant didn't look like he cared, he was flat.

'That's why I keep it. Let's not have a problem.'

"There is a lot of it. You can't destroy a nest every day. '

Protests involving the body of a chicken dragon are silenced.

"If your questions are complete, I'm on my way."

He answers my questions properly because of his disgusting attitude, and he tries to keep his word. Tyrants are surprisingly, seriously sweet.

"It's slightly disgusting. I'm going now."

Hmm, and off my gaze, as I unloaded the child dragon on my back and Priscia, the tyrant flew away with rough wings, as usual.

"Oh, boy. You've brought a hell of a lot of acquaintance with us."

Staring at the desolate nest, the head of the chicken dragon sighs.

Ugh, is this my fault? Something doesn't come to my heart.

While dissatisfied, I can't help but see the vandalized nest, so me, Luiseine and Lyla help build the chicken dragon's nest.

Priscia, Ares, Son Dragon, and Niemia were just playing without knowing what our struggles were.

Chicken dragon nesting was handy. Split and gather scattered tree branches and feathers, instantly creating the same as the original nest.

That's right, you're used to it! I honestly didn't think we'd be happy, but we still rejoiced in the finished nest.

"You've had a valuable experience."

"No, I wonder if nesting will help in the future"

"It's good to experience and remember everything."

Louiseine tells me to convince me. Sure, I've had a lot of experiences before, and that's come in handy in unexpected ways.

I'm sure this nesting experience might come in handy someday.

For example, when you build Neemia's nest.

"Nyan is good with everyone, fuzzy futon"

Neemia flies up to me to say just that and goes back under Priscia again.

Apparently, you mistakenly assumed I was serious about building Niemia's nest. That's why I rushed here to tell you my opinion.

But Neemia met us. I wonder what place he lived when he was protecting the ancient capital with Mr. Ashel.

I'm also concerned about the ancient capital, where only women live, but I'd also like to know the normal lives of Niemia and Mr. Ashel.

"Where Nha lives, you have permission to go. But I'm sure Elnea can make it. That's why we're gonna live over there together."

Niemia flies up to me again, and that's all I say, back.

Neemia, who comes and goes between me and Priscia, is adorable and spills a laugh.

But the play that Priscia and the others are playing, they're not smiling.

Priscia, Ares, Neemia, Zilong and the chicks, we're having a normal mess.

The landscape of the dragon chasing chicks around with ghosts only looks like a schematic: predators and prey.

Chicks are desperately running away from what they instinctively perceive as a danger to themselves, too.

"Dear Ernea, is that good as it is"

Lila looks at me anxiously.

"Ugh, yeah. My parents don't say anything, so I guess it's good."

Um, this isn't the kind of thing I talk about either. Convince yourself, snort.

That's not why the Priscians are out of hand or anything!

"Nah."

Neemia rang when she read my mind in the distance.

Then we spent the day playing with our parents' chicken dragons.

And in the evening. A tyrant who would surely have gotten in the way today at the hunting grounds of the flying dragon, flies over the nest.

Then the child dragon thanks everyone and rises to the waiting sky of the tyrant with his own wings.

The tyrant quickly flew away when he put the child dragon on his back.

"Come on, what are you gonna do without thanking me!

I cried out to the tyrant who flew away without saying goodbye to us.

And the next morning. The tyrant descends as he destroys the nest again, leaving the dragon to fly away.

What tyranny. You'll see how hard it is for a chicken dragon. This is how we encouraged nesting again.