We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"If you make too much noise, you won't wake up tomorrow."

"Yes."

Mistral scolding me with a novel like my mother's.

"You, too. Think about it a little more, even if you're looking for advice."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm reflecting."

Miss Media and Miss Turkinea are pissed off together.

Looks like they couldn't have looked like they were sleeping rolls. Looks like he came dressed generously at the end of the day, but from Mistral and Louiseine's point of view, I guess he looked like he was thinking evil like a twin princess.

All three of them, take the front seat in the room and get Mistral's scolding.

And Priscia and the others were laid to sleep by the hands of Luiseine.

"Mnh-mnh-mnh, I want to play some more"

"I want to play, too."

"No, you can't. If you can't wake up tomorrow, I'll leave you."

"No, no, no."

Luiseine lays down with him on the sleeping table and invites him to sleep.

Priscia and the others resisted at first, but grew grown up gradually to see if Louiseine's sleeping arm was up there, and she rested.

That's Luiseine.

"Here, Elnea. Are you listening properly?

"Ugh, sorry"

I turned too much consciousness to the Louiseines.

Mistral's mild reprimand continued only a little afterwards, and Miss Media and Miss Tolkinea returned to their rooms in a very personal manner.

"Well, get some sleep."

"Yeah. Good night"

Honestly reflecting on the noise, the evening reflection concludes.

"Come on, Louiseine. So I'll go back without thinking about staying in my room and pretending I slept with you."

"Chi, no. I didn't pretend to be asleep."

Luiseine rushes off the sleeping table, lightly spotted by Mistral.

Hehe. What a rarity for Luiseine to do this. I'm not the only one who's floating far away in exotic land, am I?

"Fio and the others can tell my uncle that they're playing too much."

Fiorina is served Yugra-sama and throats at the cucumber. Reams get round together and sleep honestly.

"Well, good night then"

"Good night, Herneau."

"Both of you, thank you. Good night."

I guess I should have had someone in my room who could hold the Priscia's in from the start. I thought so, but on second thought, maybe I'm the only one who can't control the Priscians.

Mistral and Luiseine already feel used to it, and the twin princesses are also good at how Priscia yawns. Lyla is also gentle and inclusive, so Priscia listens, doesn't she?

But if it was me, Ares would come in extra, so I can't control it. Why did you split the room like this? and now I want to be stupider.

Anyway. When I dropped off Mistral and Louiseine, I turned off the lights in the room and went into the same bedroom as Priscia and fell asleep.

The next morning. When Mistral woke me up, ready and finished my breakfast with the Lords, the time had finally come to leave for the King's Capital.

Miss Media and Miss Turkinea aren't here for breakfast, I thought. Already in the square in front of the Lords' Hall, he took care of the Feilongs.

It seems that the Dragon Knight will take care of the dragon in general. Generations of dragon knights like the media have caregivers in their parents' homes, but they have to take care of them on the go. Then naturally, it seems impossible if you can't take care of everything.

And did my advice work last night, the two of them used to politely wipe their bodies as they spoke to the Fei Long.

It was at their request and in confidence that Fei Long was secretly thanked for the improved response.

Since Miss Media and Miss Turkinea meant that they would continue to travel as far as Wang Capital, they left waiting for the two of them to be taken care of.

In the meantime, a tyrant came down, so I offered to take care of you in the same way, and it was disgusting, rejected.

"Well, thank you for staying."

Thank the lord, we go to the sky.

We scolded the tyrants for suddenly accelerating their attempts to separate the two flying dragons, and we all headed south for the Wang Capital.

"Finally."

"Be careful, Mr. Elnea."

The twin princesses say ominous things.

I'm sure when it comes to Lyla, keep your head down. Must be advice. Must be. Isn't that right?

Hi. I'm worried about the twin princess being quiet. Usually nights like yesterday are supposed to make a scene, but I can't believe you spent the night quietly.

Could it be that this visit to the kingdom of Yortenitos has been a journey that has conceived many problems...

It's your fault...

When we pay our respects to the king, we shall return to Dragon Peak at once.

Ah. By the way, the sympathy is to be visited by the twin princesses as representatives of the Kingdom of Arms and accompanied by Lyla in the form of her escort.

But even the twin princesses can't see you as a delegate on their own, and once you get to the place where you're going to be an embassy, you want me to be recognized as an official messenger by the officials of the Armuard kingdom who's packing it there.

It's kind of complicated just to show my sympathy, and I'm not sure I'm a civilian. The school didn't teach me how to pay homage to kings of other countries.

Nervous lila. The twin princess is suspicious to be quiet. And reports of stopping the runoff of the ground dragon and information about the multi-headed dragon. With all sorts of things in mind, we went for the king's capital of the kingdom of Jortenithos.

More clouds today, but still comfortable on the sky. As we continued southwards enjoying the flowing scenery and pleasant winds, we began to see the shadows of a large capital ahead of us across the prairie.

Finally, we arrive in the king's capital of the kingdom of Jortenitos.

The townships united in red and green are beautiful from a distance, and I am surprised that they differ greatly from the robust qualitative and boneless atmosphere of King Armuard's capital, as well as the elegant townships with outstanding signs in the warm yet wooden architecture of the secondary capital.

Viewed from the sky, residential neighborhoods have unified building heights and are built densely. But there is always green between the building and the road, and that spreads like a red and green carpet to create an artificial spectacle.

Speaking of a slightly strange sight in it, I wonder if the mansion of that size is spreading divided into the heart and suburbs of the Wang capital.

Around the Royal Castle and Palace, the kingdom of Armuard is a luxury residential neighborhood inhabited by aristocrats and merchants.

I wondered and asked a question, and Lyla answered me.

"Central luxury residential neighborhoods are traditionally aristocrats of home affairs. The suburbs are military nobles. Many military aristocrats may belong to the Dragon Knights, so I've heard of them as suburbs, assuming there's a lot of land and in case a dragon breaks out."

I see. And I'm convinced everyone.

Not so many dragon tribes are kept in the royal castle, and those who are dragon knights and wealthy seem to build mansions with dragon stables in the suburbs.

As I proceeded through the sky with Lila's explanation, I could clearly see the royal castle, the palace, in the heart of the king's capital.

On the vast grounds, the palace and the royal castle are sprawled with architecture.

Several large buildings dot the premises, with corridors connecting between them. And in the center of the site, there was a fine, large castle not that tall.

From the atmosphere of the city to its creation, it is not like the kingdom of Armuard. It had been imprinted since I was a little girl with my twin countries, so I thought the country and capital atmosphere were the same.

Enjoy the scenery of the exotic King Yortenitos capital from the sky.

But a little strange, the tyrant noticed first.

"The signs of old age don't come from the ground."

"What does that mean?

Be wary of something, or a tyrant will drastically slow down. The flying dragon of Miss Media and Miss Turkinea caught up and looked at this one suspiciously.

"What is it?"

You feel the disturbing air, Luiseine looks at me anxiously.

"Levalia is wary that Master Yugra is not on the ground."

"Doesn't that really mean you're flying somewhere with Prince Filrell?

"No."

A tyrant reacts to Luiseine's words.

The tyrant finally stops moving forward, and the Wang du is already stagnant at a distance between his eyes and the tip of his nose.

And just like that, a flying dragon jumped up from all over the king's capital.

"That's a lot..."

As Mistral grunted, countless flying dragons were rising in the sky.

"Nearly a hundred."

Guru, and a tyrant throbbing vigilantly.

Asking how the Fei Long Knights unfolded forward, the clouds over our heads cracked.

Shit, I was alarmed. I look up in a hurry wondering if there was a dragon that could fly over the clouds.

But it was Yugra-sama who emerged from the clouds.

"I was temporarily on the clouds with dragon art."

"Mm-hmm. Both Levaria and Niemia noticed that."

"Nyan."

"I'm sorry you didn't notice."

Gu. I can't say it back.

Master Yugra approaches before the Feilong Knights approach us.

"Let's Keep Fio and Reem"

Say, Master Yugra instructs you to transfer the dragon. And on its back, there was no sign of Philelle. Only the three of you ride like trouble.

"What do you mean"

We are confused by incomprehensible circumstances.

"I expect a lot from you. Think of it as a trial, well, good luck. '

"Yes!? what do you mean"

What the hell is going on? I don't like it. I don't want to get caught up in anything weird. If something's going to happen, at least give me some advice.

Did not the scream of my heart reach Master Yugra, when I put Fiorina and Reem on my back, they disappeared on the clouds again.

"Ernea, what the hell is going on?"

Luiseine says with an anxious look.

"Yeah, I don't know either. He said what a trial would be like..."

"Ernea"

"What? Mistral"

"You just told me yesterday to weigh myself in."

"Yeah, what, this is my fault!?

I'm not convinced.

Everyone who has no dragon-hearted mind and doesn't know what the conversation between me and Master Yugra is about, turns their eyes to blame just because it's all my fault.

I'm not convinced.

As I swelled my cheeks, the Flying Dragon Knights over Wang Du flew this way.

"Too many to pick me up."

Mistral looking at the Flying Dragon Knights surprisingly.

"What shall we do..."

The Fei Long Knights keep coming closer and closer, even while this one is holding his hand.

"Ares."

Mistral, who decided what was faster than me, calls Ares.

"Will you keep the white sword and the spirit tree of Ernea, and my one-handed stick and the sword of Louiseine?"

"Kasukasukasu"

All Mistral designates are special weapons. Spirit trees are important as they are, and the sword is fortified with spiritual leaves. The white sword and the pitch-black one-handed stick are made of Sleighsta old horns and fangs.

But hiding an important weapon means I wonder if you've decided there's no battle.

Me and Louiseine, we'll keep something honestly designated for Ares. And when Mistral last deposited it, Ares disappeared with all her weapons.

It's a good decision.

"If you go inside the Imperial Castle, they'll confiscate your weapon, so it's the right call."

The twin princess nods. I don't think Mistral thought about it and hid a special weapon though.

"Just in case. Because you can't just put that in someone's hands. And if you keep it with Ares, you can always take it out."

After all, Mistral seems wary of things like being inadvertently confiscated of weapons.

Soon after Ares disappeared. Several flying dragons split up and approached us from the Knights of the Flying Dragon, which unfolded in front of us.

The lead is a black, lustrous scaly flying dragon. And the dragon knight riding it wore a golden armor.

"Media, Tolkinea, hard work accompanying you"

A thick voice that often passes in the sky.

"General Gestal, what the hell is this..."

A man riding a black flying dragon and wearing a golden armor is said to be General Jestal.

The general looked at Miss Media and Miss Turkinea, who kept swirling small on the tyrant's side in confusion, smiling softly.

"I am a friend of His Royal Highness Philelle, and we have all just gone up into the sky to welcome those who manipulate the giant flying dragon"

The general saw us in a row with gentle eyes.

"There's no doubt in Lord Ernea, is there?

I snort at the general's words.

Oh, you didn't need to be wary, did you? I find myself relieved by the smile of a seemingly kind general.

"I will show you to the royal castle. Please keep following us."

The voice that reaches bright even in the sky seems to be the art of dragon riding. Miss Turkinea taught me last night.

But I can't use it, so I nod loudly and give my consent.

He manages to forgive the tyrant who will rattle his throat in front of a large number of flying dragons and get him to follow the black flying dragon across which General Jestal has been transferred.

And as we are led, we descend into the vast courtyard of the royal castle.

Many people were packed in the courtyard beforehand. Is there a lot of soldiers, just in case?

At the head of those who welcomed me was one man wearing blue armor who had seen it.

I think it's rude to say hello while riding a tyrant, and get off my back.

A man with blue armor, His Highness Grave, walks out of the circle of people packed. I'll walk over to say hello, too. [M]

"You."

Master Grave should know the tyrants in the Fei Long hunt. He looked at me, even though it caught my face pretty good.

It's an honor to meet you, when I almost opened my mouth to say hello.

"Capture this man! He is the evil one who rules the horrible dragons that have obstructed the flying dragon hunt and caused numerous deaths!!

"What!?

In keeping with Master Grave's decree, the soldiers who had refrained turn to me simultaneously with their spears and sword cuttings.

And the flying dragons, which were still expanding over the sky, raised a roar of intimidation.