We Live in Dragon’s Peak
Lyla's Distress
I shall ask Prince Filrell to stay asleep.
What!? Do I have to wake you?
But it's hard to wake up and steam back again, and we're currently twin princesses.
Once the discussion had settled down, it was to satisfy the hunger.
Lunch boxes brought from the village of Mistral are very tasty, hungry and helpful. Everyone concentrates silently on their meals.
I'm not tired of talking to you!
"Nah."
Priscia and Ares seem to like it on the knees of the twin princesses, where they eat while dropping a lot of food spills.
The twin princesses didn't care at all if their clothes were dirty, but rather they were eating their own dinner while taking care of the toddler.
Unexpected. I can't believe a twin princess would take such a child. Besides, I'm good at what I care.
Mistral also looked worried at first, but was completely at his disposal in the second half.
Oh, I wonder if Louiseine is uncommonly nervous. I can't move because I'm eating with the two princesses. I look at the occasional hiccups, and the twin princesses.
She seemed fine during the discussion, but as soon as she calmed down, I wonder if she and the princess had become conscious.
And Lyla, she's not feeling well again. Maybe Prince Filrell has something to do with it. Now, Lyla was staring at Prince Filrell, who was still losing her mind, with a complicated look.
After all, we never heard of Lila's identity clearly. But you don't have to tell me. Everybody knows.
You may still think that you want to change the distorted values of the kingdom of Jortenitos. From now on, maybe you'll give me that kind of request.
But I guess I didn't expect to see you inside here.
Besides, he's the only person who's been close to me for a short time, and he's my brother.
And the brother is now about to face great difficulties.
I wonder if you want to cooperate with me. At least it shouldn't go under. If it's about piercing indifference, not cooperating, it's easier to break up while Prince Filrell is unconscious.
Everyone but the twin princesses and Priscia understood that if Prince Filrell regained consciousness, something would happen with Lyla.
The meal is over and it will be time for you to play.
Here again, the twin princesses try to take care of the young girls. I'm not in our mood. [M]
Because the twin princesses enjoy being together!
At first, the twin princesses feared the same appearance as the tyrants, a bright red scaly reem with four eyes and four wings large and small. I'm a little kid dragon, but it seems to be imprinted entirely in their minds that that figure is a horrible one.
But I watched the loving move and the warm way the toddler girl wouldn't be mad at me for doing anything, and gradually broke it down.
And if you notice, the toddler, the princess, the dragon, the chick and the sacrificed pro-child dragons were hanging out friendly.
"I don't know, I'm losing my mind."
A lenient mistral squeaks next to me.
I can't believe you've got a case that might develop into a troubled problem, and you're going to forget it when you look at them.
"Speaking of which, Elnea, you've met your twin princess."
The Great Wolf Warcraft has told us about the Tea Party, and since I'm telling you the details, Mistral and Louiseine will have known the twin princesses existed.
"I can't believe the princess came into Dragon Peak herself. From what I've heard before, I thought the royalty of the people was someone who was proud and prestigious in the castle."
Who the hell did you ask? Sure, it wouldn't be a mistake, but the royalty of the kingdom of Arms is more actionable.
Hiraki, and when I saw Luiseine, no, she swelled her cheeks and protested.
"But since you're the royal family of the kingdom of Armuard, you could have used dragon art."
"Well, that dragon spirit was amazing."
Mistral is amazing, so Yuffi-sama's dragon power is a tattoo.
Then we shelved the twin princesses and princes' issues for now, and we had a long, slow afternoon.
The chicken dragons don't seem to care about us being in the nest, and we live our normal lives.
In the evening, another tyrant appears in the sky.
"Here comes the scary one."
"Here comes the danger."
The twin princess tries to abduct me. Mistral and Louiseine stiffen up around me disappointingly.
I don't know where I stand...
This time, the tyrant has slowly descended.
The twin princesses are already perfectly close to Reem. But a tyrant of the same race, Chenglong, sounds horrible after all.
Isn't this fear so fading? I wonder if those who live in Dragon Peak are the same.
When the twin princess failed to abduct her, she hid behind us and watched the terrified, descending tyrant.
Are you still there?
"Yeah, I'm almost home"
The tyrant takes a glimpse of the twin princesses behind me.
"When are they supposed to be with us, too? So don't give it to me."
"Well, I don't know about your friendship. But nevertheless... there are really strange people around you."
Ha, I just have to laugh. I wonder why. Normally these special cases are going to turn to the brave Listeur.
Without the wind showing any particular interest, the tyrant takes his gaze off the twin princess and calls in a ream of child dragons.
Finishing your children's farewell greetings, Reem goes to the back of the tyrant. And when the tyrant checked the ream on his back, he took care of him, and said a gentle greeting and flew away.
Oh, you can thank me properly now.
"Now shall we go home, too? If we don't get back before sundown, Louiseine and the others won't get to the village."
"What, are we still leaving today?
"Isn't that obvious? If you don't go home without saying anything, the villagers will be worried."
"Yes..."
Luiseine looks worried about Lyla. The Lyla was staring at Prince Filrell with another look that seemed complicated.
"You're in trouble."
"In the meantime, let's get you home. I can talk to you on the way home."
"Right."
I can't decide where the Luiseinees are staying this evening, but I have to go back to the village of Mistral anyway.
Neemia, who sensed the atmosphere of going home, sounds and becomes huge.
"Sister Yufi, it's amazing."
"Nina, this is amazing cuteness."
Unlike when she was a tyrant, the twin princesses approach the immense Neemia with intrigue. And make a good noise like a girl, buried in long and beautiful hair and rejoicing.
"Play later. I'm leaving."
We ride on Niemia's back in turn. [M] The twin princess and Lady Philelle, who is passing out, Niemia put herself on her back.
And thanked and thanked the Chicken Dragons, who rose to the sky.
"Wow, it's flying in the sky"
"Wow, I've never had an experience like this before"
Twin princesses floating all the time on Niemia's back. In contrast, I was very concerned about Lyla looking like she sank.
I wonder if I'm happy to see you inside. Even though we were close at one time, could we possibly have bad feelings for a prince who soon left? At first I thought you were worried about Prince Philelle, but I'm not. This sounds like the kind of sinking you felt when you first met her.
"Lyla, are you okay?
To my voice, Lila looks up all the time.
"Well, I'm fine. I wonder what Elnea is worried about."
I thought you weren't feeling well.
"I'm just a little tired of using my abilities."
Lyla smiles to make you not worry. But that just seemed airy.
So in the end, what will Lyra and Luiseine do? I'm worried about Lyla, too, but this one's important.
Luiseine seems to be particularly good for both. In the first place, she lives together in the village of the Ear Long Clan with Lyla's escort, so I guess that depends on Lyla. Seeing the lack of words about wanting to return to the village of Mistral, it seems so comfortable to live in the ear clan.
... Is that it? Because you want to be with me, why don't you tell me this one's good, or something?
Next, Priscia and Niemia. They were, definitely, Mistral villagers. Priscia, you simply must be afraid of your mother. And Niemia's always with Priscia.
Or you can just go home with Priscia and Niemia, right?
"Terrible."
Oh, but don't you have an escort to the village?
Mistral, stay in the village of the Ear Elders. When Luiseine and the others come back, my sweet little life with me will be over.
... thats why, right?
The problem was, Lila. I wonder what Lila thinks. She says she wants to be with me from day to day. In all seriousness, I wonder if you would like to stay in the village of Mistral for as long as today. But there's something about Prince Filrell, and you have no idea.
"Looks like you've stayed longer than you thought."
Mistral groans as he looks at the western sky.
In the clearance of the mountains, the sun was about to begin to set.
"From now on, even if we hurry to the village of the Ear Elders, it will be dark by the time we get there."
"Right. Going back to the village of Mistral, from there to the moss square, to the village of the Ear Long tribe, it doesn't seem like we have enough time"
It seems to be determined by nature, not by us.
"I have no choice. I'll talk to Ong."
Say, Mistral, close your eyes and turn your consciousness inward.
We swallow and watch.
And in no time, Mistral opened his eyes.
"Master Zildo asked me to leave a message."
"Master Zildo?
"That old man?
For a moment, the twin princess reacts to Mistral's words.
"Looks like Jildo stayed in Moss Square until the village of the Ear Long clan. He's going to tell us he's staying here today."
"Wow, the next time I see you, I have to thank you"
How sweet of you, Mr. Zildo. If you were heading to the village now, and then going home to your own house, the sun would surely fall abundantly.
There was also Mr Jildo's favor, and today everyone decided to stay in the village of Mistral. It was too much, and Priscia was about to fall off Niemia's back. And Mistral pissed me off terribly.
When we got back to the village, the villagers were surprised that there were more people than before we left.
"Well, it's about you getting involved. I guess this is about it. I don't ask why."
Zan gives me full recognition and Koa gives me permission to stay.
We quickly bring Prince Filrell, who is in an admirable stun, into a room in the long house.
"But good addition and subtraction. It's time to wake you up, aren't you worried?
The prince keeps losing his mind over the twin princess's technique, but I wonder if it has any negative effects on his body or anything.
"Right. We need to feed him some rice, and it's time for him to wake up."
"I'm sure you'll be confused by environmental change."
If I thought I was being attacked by a chicken dragon, I'd be sleeping in the building. I wonder if I'm going to fall asleep.
Without any difficult surgical ceremony or anything, soon the prince told the twin princesses that she was going to wake up and decided to wait for them all to wake up.
I wonder if this is dragon trick, too, that means twin princess tricks. I didn't feel any signs, but maybe I saw something around Louiseine.
When I casually saw someone with Louiseine, Lyla entered my sight.
A look of confusion.
Look at the prince or the door that leads outside, like you don't know what to do. There was a noticeable lack of calm.
"What are you twitching about?
"Shy. Are you ashamed to see a boy wake up?
"Oh, no."
Lila, found by the twin princesses, becomes unnecessarily suspicious of behavior.
"Wow, me. I knew I'd wait outside."
"Oh, what are you talking about? We'll all wait."
"Wait a lot, it's more fun to be surprised."
No, no, what about surprises?
I had a desire to penetrate, but while I was doing so, Prince Filrell began to mock me.
The twin princess stops Lyla from trying to get out of the room.
"Please let me go. I'll wait outside."
I want to go outside, Lyla. But the twin princess totally caught me, and I can't move. The first thing he saw, slowly opening his eyes because of the noise on the side where Prince Filrell lay, was not around us a lot, but Lyla and the twin princesses.
"Oh, sister?...... sister!!
Lila trembles with fright and body at the words of Prince Philelle. And when Prince Filrell got up in momentum, he hugged Lila.
"Sister, I missed you!
Prince Filrell hugging Lila hard.
But.
I'm not your sister.
Say it. Lyla shook off the custody of the twin princesses and Prince Philelle and left to flee the room.