We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Between the steep mountains, a village was seen in the form of a circle: a spring in the south half and a village in the north half.

First, Niemia, who put us on board, descends slowly into the village and lands. Put us down, and when Niemia got smaller, now the tyrant landed roughly in the village square.

"Welcome home."

"Is that it? Didn't Mistral go to Carnera-like village?

I'm surprised to see Mistral among the villagers who welcomed us home with Prince Filrell.

Maybe it was still before we left.

"Heh heh. He's already gone."

Mistral says so, pointing to the Dragon Temple.

"Maybe Grandpa sent you or something?

"That's right. He said he could help me, so it was sweet. So, I went over there."

Mistral lands in the center of the square and sees a tyrant flying his intimidating gaze around.

"My uncle wanted to see the tyrant, so I thought I'd come with you."

"I see. But how did you get in touch with Revaria?

"It took advantage of the alliance you built."

"So you asked the Dragons to contact you."

"That's right. Don't tell me how you did it now."

I wonder if you asked a flying dragon to fly around the sky freely. Fei Long is likely to be able to convey it easily to tyrants. We all know that the tyrant's recent actions have been disrupted on the hunting grounds of the Fei Long.

"So I wonder why my uncle wants to see Revalia"

"I wonder if that's about the tyrant's recent actions. My uncle lives quietly in the depths of Dragon Peak, but still shows a lot of interest in Dragon Peak."

Ever since the tyrants were raging around, Master Yugra seems to have been trying to meet him. But as a tyrant, you don't like to see a legendary dragon and be told something or threatened directly, so you said you were poking it back even when you contacted him?

I wonder what the tyrant responded to this summons because he had some sort of change of heart.

I also think I need to tell Yugra-sama about the revamping of the tyrant, while I see the tyrant.

Tyrants were now roaring with Lyla in front of them.

Tyrants who continued to intimidate in the center of the square lag behind Lyla's approach.

"Yeah, you little girl. Stay away from me."

Whatever you're doing, interrupt the conversation and stare at me and Mistral.

"Oh, you know. I need a favor."

When the tyrant takes a step back, Lila packs it before that.

And behind Lyla, he had an attitude about whether it was an interpreter or something, about Prince Filrell being afraid.

"Do not put me on my back until the place where my uncle lives"

To Lyla's words, Prince Filrell behind him is surprised to open his eyes.

From his point of view, the tyrant may still feel horrible and wanting to ride on its back is not a sane shack.

"No! Why don't you just ride on that snowdragon's back!

Roaring tyrants.

From the point of view of those without dragon hearts, I feel only a roar of intimidation. But Lila, who asked Prince Filrell to interpret, joins her hands in front of her chest as she begs.

"Niemia, that's a great ride. But if you want to come with me, I want to ride on your back again."

"Gu. You command me with your terrible power."

Prince Firrell, unaware of Lyla's abilities, interprets accurately, even as he leans his neck in doubt.

"That's not an order. Please."

As the word goes, Lyla's eyes aren't shining. Just a serious look, staring at a tyrant.

The tyrant had grasped Lila's abilities from the early days. As much as the ability isn't actually activated, you know. But even if Lyla, who retains the ability to rule, says please, from a tyrant, I guess half of it sounds like an order.

"Mm-hmm. I'd like to fly with Priscia."

From by my side I'm saying, Priscia jumps in space to the back of a tyrant.

"Little girl, get off."

A tyrant tries to twist his body and shake Priscia off. But it just feels like fun for Priscia.

Priscia, who summoned Ares, shrugged with fun on the back of a tyrant.

And he drowned his head, and somehow the tyrant glanced at me.

"I guess it's good. If you put the girls on your back, they'll be less alert."

I think it conveys the story of the tyrant's conversion to his clan and uncle as well. But, like the frightened dragon clan, even if you know it, it is visible that if a tyrant flies in, the field will be rough not least.

There, if you show yourself with a adorable toddler or a beautiful, big titted girl on your back, I wonder if you'll diminish your guard a little bit over there.

To my persuasion, a tyrant ringing his throat when Guru.

'... if it is your order, I have no choice. But only this time. "

I didn't order anything. [M]

I laugh bitterly. And Lyla and Priscia, who found out in an interpreter that permission had been granted, were delighted.

"Shh, it's amazing! I can't believe I missed that horrible flying dragon!

The way Prince Filrell was impressed, he came running over to me.

"No, no, I'm not nostalgic. If the Dragons talk, there are plenty of them."

"Right. I've learned that in the last few days."

Mistral was just a little surprised when he rushed over and saw Prince Firrell holding my hand.

You're surprised how hard you got to look like someone else with the prince before you broke up.

"I'd like to take a ride too."

"Only you guys are sloppy."

When the twin princesses pressed us to get them on board, the tyrant rushed off to the sky, saying it was no more.

Of course, put Lyla, Priscia and Ares on your back.

Tyrants take good care of you while you say what they are, don't you? Even when flying, I know what I cared about not being shaken off by people on my back.

"Nyan is unpopular."

Neemia, out of Priscia's head, just flies in a little lonely.

"That's not true. Even if you have a treat in front of you that Neemia loves, sometimes you want to eat something else."

"Nha!

You understood my explanation, and Niemia, who regained her energy, rode over my head with joy.

"Come on, Your Highness. Change your meals before you travel."

As Lyla is suddenly abducted into the sky and no one is there to take care of her in a worthy way, Luiseine buys Prince Filel's care instead and leaves.

"Oh, I can do that alone."

Prince Filrell replied sneerily, running to the long room where he had spent the night alone.

Yeah, you've changed.

Before we broke up in the Fei Long's nest, there was a slight natural atmosphere of being looked after, but now there were signs that I was myself.

"I wonder what happened. You've changed."

Mistral groaned pompously and wonderfully.

When Prince Filrell's dominance is in place, everyone else gets in on the back of the huge Niemia.

And finally, we are headed to the back of Dragon Peak, where Master Yugra lives.

Behind Dragon Peak, that said, there's actually no special place like that.

From my perspective, which is a human race and lives at the foot of Dragon Peak, the village of Mistral is deep enough, and if you cross more than one peak, it seems like a good place to describe it as the back anywhere.

Still, it seems that many of the Dragon tribes describe it as the back of Dragon Peak because it is recognized there as a sacred place.

South of Dragon Peak, he says, is a valley surrounded by deep greenery. Is it such a ruggedly high place for a dragon clan who can't cross the clouds that they have to walk through complex, deep valleys and, depending on the location, on the ground to get there?

And the danger shows that even the Dragon Nation is a tough itinerary as it is.

It is a very difficult place to go and because of this, there are only villages surrounded by the Carnera-like clan.

An untouched deep forest surrounded by rugged mountains and a sense of neglect that only some tribes live in. And because Yugra-sama the Winged Dragon, who is treated as a hero, lives in Dragon Peak, it is said to be behind Dragon Peak or a sacred place.

Mistral explained to us on Niemia's back.

"Then the tyrants have a tough time moving too"

That's just the tyrant, too, doesn't rise above the clouds.

Neemia might be able to afford it, but it's a move with a tyrant, so we have to match his abilities.

... I can't believe he's nearly twice the physique of a flying dragon and uses a tyrant whose abilities are supposed to be different digits as his bottom line. Niemia, you're really amazing.

"Nyan."

Neemia, who has read my praised mind, tries to rise happily.

Then the tyrant, who was flying next door, grunts with intimidation.

Yes. Currently, Niemia and the tyrant were flying side by side.

Or a tyrant hated being flown far above himself. Well, then, you don't feel good if someone you're confident in shows you the power to lightly outperform them.

So I'm sorry about Niemia, but I decided to ask her to fly at altitude with the tyrant.

On the back of a tyrant, the liras are happily feeling the wind.

Not as good as Neemia, but you're also putting windproof dragon tricks on someone with a proper back.

This would be the care of a tyrant who usually carries a child dragon on his back.

Tyrants and Niemias keep flying tirelessly, but those on board can be surprisingly tired.

In particular, a long flight may not be possible for the Lyras on a tyrant who flies rough. So while we take a break, we head south.

Rigorously chopped mountain skin. Deeply dictated valley. It may be rock-skinned or covered in greenery. The figure of Dragon Peak, which transforms just beyond one peak, is no different from the view of Mistral's village and Dragon Peak in the north.

Along the way, I see several dragon tribe villages and dragon nests.

We laugh bitterly from the sky at people and dragons moving right and left on the ground.

When things settle down one day, I want to travel a lot on Dragon Peak. And I want to meet all kinds of people and dragons, and enjoy the empty journey.

And after noon, after a few breaks, we finally plunge into the mountains where the clouds take place.

Everyone's walking from now on.

Are the tyrants convinced to walk, too, and start looking for places where they might land, without particularly complaining?

But things changed dramatically.

"Nah."

The innocent squeal of Niemia.

"Ki, you, do what!!

And an angry, complicated growl like a tyrant's wolf.

Maybe so, Niemia rises all at once when she grabs the roots of the tyrant's wings and rises above the clouds. And as it were, I don't mind rambling tyrants, going over the mildly high mountains.

I'm Niemia. Didn't you read my thoughts earlier?

"It's hard for a flying dragon to walk on the ground. This is compassion."

Even compassion can't be one-sided.

But Niemia is sweet. I have no choice.

The fact that Niemia is not malicious is also well conveyed to the tyrants.

Whether he had noticed it on the way or gave up, the tyrant grew up and moved over the clouds while Niemia grabbed him.

"Huh. The view on the clouds? Well, it's not bad. '

"Well, it's an invaluable experience, so I have to thank you."

When I saw the tyrant, I was stared at.

There's nothing wrong with you and Lian.

"It's my fault."

Yeah, it's my fault. And don't tell me that Niemia is oddly adorable to see a tyrant flying grasping the roots of his wings.

The liras riding directly on the tyrant's back wouldn't know, but looking down from the top, we were desperate because we could laugh at the way it looked.