We Live in Dragon’s Peak

'Now that we have deepened our intimacy, let me give you one piece of advice. Hi. I got a bad sign from the castle. Be careful.'

That's what Caster-sama's dragon told me when she left the square.

Unpleasant signs. But Mistral and Niemia felt it, didn't they? Now suppose the ground dragon felt it too, there must be something definitely.

"Father says so from the time he arrives here, but we don't feel anything else"

'That, in other words, means that the culprit of the unpleasant signs is skilfully hidden'

"You can't hide from us, it's not good. Be careful. '

Say thank you to the dragons for their advice, and we will leave the square behind.

The fragments of the shattered saddle at my request hurt my eyes, but I honestly decided to take Castor's word that I don't care and head all the way to the king's bedroom.

"Hmm, you want to play?

Priscia looked at the Grounddragons with regret.

"See you next time. The dragons are eating now, so don't interrupt."

"Priscia wants dinner too"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I had noticed from the beginning that my eyes, which greatly expected something from Priscia, were to let me play with the Grounddragons.

I just want to do you a favor, sweet Priscia, but I just need you to be patient here.

Mistral also cares that Priscia's cravings are accumulating, and I gently give her a hug.

"Priscia. Be a little more patient. There 'll be a lot of Elnea playing later."

"What?"

"Yeah, you have no choice. Priscia endures."

"Nyan."

I'm Neemia, and I don't want you to join me. [M]

"Heh."

Just like Priscia, it's a situation where Niemia has a lot of patience, so I'll let her dissipate herself fully later.

The two identities have been revealed to the witch-headed Madeleine, but they are hidden from Master Grave and Master Castor. Both Priscia and Neemia were still deluding the race with costumes in disguise.

With Master Grave's lead, we enter the royal castle.

Glaive, who was at the heart of the morning courtyard noise, turns a surprised glance at us.

Then the people who recognize Master Castor and Philelle and have some kind of conversation with Hiccup.

Finally, a lot of people were breathtaking to see what Lila looked like.

"Dear Ortina..."

Someone leaks the word without mistake.

Then Master Grave skipped a sharp glance and silenced his surroundings.

I can see Lila stiffening her body with tension.

"Lila, let's hold hands."

"Yes, sir."

I deliberately spoke to Lyla in a voice I could hear around her, pulling her aside and holding her hand.

Lyla is Lyla, not Princess Ortina. And my loved ones. Walk with more emphasis so that you know what's around you.

"Oh, be splendid..."

"Oh, oh..."

"Safe..."

The high-ranking bureaucrats and guards are trying to maintain a flat attitude even when they see Lyla. But many of the servants saw Lila, and the teardroppers and those who put their hands on their mouths continued to marvel.

"Shit."

Lady Grave smacks her tongue into the way it looks. But he didn't blame the servants, he didn't offend us.

Master Grave still doesn't want to see Lila. It's everyone's business, including me, that Lyla is not Princess Ortina, but then you're a guest, and I can't honestly admit it.

I don't want to know about Master Grave's mood, but I do.

Bearing the intricate gaze of the different people, Master Grave led us to the upper level of the royal castle.

And up the stairs leading to the top floor, the floor, previously marble, is carpeted without gaps, and becomes a wide hallway where many Kingsguard knights patrol.

The Kingsguard knights, feathering fine clothes from above the armor, line up beside the hallway when they confirm the appearance of the Graves royalty.

One of the Kingsguard knights complained of something with his eyes to Master Grave, who was controlled by his hand and silently lowered.

I wonder if this is the one called royal authority.

A central figure in the disturbance in the courtyard, the Kingsguard knight does not speak useless words, even if he is carrying us who should have been imprisoned once. And don't say anything, quickly read Mr. Grave's attitude of not listening to anything, and act as if he understood it.

Lord Grave's royal attitude. To the refined movement and loyalty of the Kingsguard knight, he felt a strict atmosphere that he did not feel within the royal castle of the kingdom of Arms.

Master Grave walks on a carpet laid down in the hallway with a prestigious attitude such as the Kingsguard's attitude is normal.

We follow suit.

Uhm, too well and scary.

The commotion immediately after arriving in the Wang capital seems to be a lie. After getting out of the dungeon, things are going too well, and I'm scared the other way around.

Using Niemia's guidance and dragon art, he easily joined Lila and also met Luiseine and Priscia. And there was a witch-head, and Grave listened to me by the way. My twin princesses and philleles, they came from the other side.

When I practiced and showed that I could build friendship with the Dragons, I somehow became friendship with Master Castor.

Have you run out of all your luck on how well you've been so far? And I get anxious.

And the anxiety may have been centered.

As we proceeded smoothly down the corridor, people emerged rushing from the front.

"Brother, what are you doing? This is the floor where His Majesty's bedroom is located. I didn't know you were bringing sinners there!

"Your Highness, what does this mean?

One of the people who showed up was a known face. Or don't forget. Teng himself instructed us to be captured in forceful language. I'm the Chancellor. The Chancellor gives an unimaginable hegemony from the body of a lean body and stuffs it to Master Grave. You must be quite old, but full of vitality.

Of the two people who have spoken, the young man standing next to the Chancellor was the first to see.

But I kind of get it.

Master Castor and Master Grave, the samurai, are also blessed with their physique and do look like brothers. But Philelle's a little unreliable from me, and I thought she didn't look like these two.

Seeing the man who showed up, oh well, I was convinced that Philelle looked like this one.

"Bariatel, get out of there"

"What are you talking about? It is my brother and those behind him who should retreat. Where do you think you are?"

Not a single step toward Master Grave's temper, on the contrary, the man who has stuffed him is a blonde blue-eyed. He was a man with a slender body.

I take it seriously that this is the Bariatel of the Second Prince.

Eyes very similar to Philelle's. Intelligent eyes move quickly to determine the situation. It seems skinny at first glance, but it truly tells us that a firm, low center of gravity footprint is not the only one.

The royal family of the kingdom of Jortenitos is also an excellent dragon knight. I'm in charge of home affairs, and I don't feel any shards of pathological weakness because I'm skinny. Rather, I feel that there is no clearer gap in my appearance than Master Grave, the leader of the Feilong Knights.

Dear Bariatel and Prime Minister. And the Kingsguard who followed them spread all over the hallway, holding us back.

"Bariatel, you are the one who leaves. The witch-head and the princess of the kingdom of Armuard wish to greet His Majesty."

"This has been a long time."

Master Bariatel pays tribute to Madeleine and the twin princesses in a respectful manner. But it has only turned a cold gaze on us.

"Brother, are you insane? I am grateful to have come to the three of you, but I cannot think of any kind of sympathy for His Majesty in peril. Not to mention with sinners, etc."

Master Bariatel should also be aware of Lyla, but he doesn't show any upset.

"Bariatel, it's a misunderstanding. Your suspicions of the people here are clear."

I guess you can't let me go down now, clearing my suspicions in front of the witch-headed Madeleine and showing my potential with the Dragon Clan. Regrettably, but I recognize us, Master Grave.

"May I? If Your Majesty is in danger, I wonder if I should refrain from doing so."

Master Madeleine leaves a step forward.

"Whoa, brother. I think we, the prince, have a right to be on your side."

"I think so too!

Next, Master Castor and Philelle came forward.

But Master Bariatel blocks the hallway without retreating.

"Witchhead, I'm sorry. His Majesty is currently in prayer by a curse man I know. During prayer, I instruct you not to let anyone in His Majesty's bedroom, so no matter how many witch-heads you are, you can't let them through. My brothers, now wait."

"Do you say that curser takes precedence over me?

Master Madeleine, treated lighter than a suspicious curser, raises her eyes.

Whoa, this witch-head seems to be short-minded!

The Kingsguard knights who were around begin to panic at the signs of Master Madrine.

Did Master Grave also find this unsavory or broke in between?

"Bariatel, listen. If Your Majesty is in danger, I will take the witch's head to her bedroom now. It is up to Lady Madrine to see the fall of His Majesty. Never a curser."

"Brother, that's not true. Your Majesty is in grave danger and there is no imminent danger of life yet."

"Critical but no crisis is a laughable thing to say. But, well, if your life has nothing else to say, let the visitor through. The princess came all the way here. You can't go down there."

I feel like some kind of reproduction of the exchange that Madeleine and Grave had at the Little Temple.

Master Bariatel was also poked at the verdict and clogged his words for a moment.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid"

It was the Chancellor who had interrupted my mouth there.

"As His Royal Highness put it, But we can't let those unfamiliar people, let alone ghosts, enter His Majesty's bedroom."

Now this one kills me.

"Ghost?"

The dragon tribe mistral, who has no edge or affiliation with the social fabric of the people, the identity system, raises his eyeballs and tries to step forward.

Mi, Mist, please calm down.

Luiseine hurriedly holds Mistral down and begs how Priscia was being held.

Priscia, that's a calming way to make it a horse.

I pulled my hand on Lyla and said it was okay. [M]

"My Lord Chancellor, if you'll excuse me, I will not overhear that from my dear family. Can't you hope to fix it?"

"What!?

The prime minister stares at me.

But too bad. I'm not as scared as the Grounddragon sneeze.

"Let me get this straight because it seems like a lot of people have misunderstood me coming here. She is not a ghost. It's Lyla. Princess Ortina? The princess died a long time ago, so shall we?

"Ki, you. In what position do you say that? There's a kid who doesn't know as much about our country as he does about it!

Prime Minister of senior-like majesty and words. But too bad. Compared to old Sleighsta, something like that is not very different from the majesty of a feather worm.

I smile back at words similar to the Prime Minister's intimidation.

"Yes. I am oblivious to the internal affairs of this country. Could the princess really be alive? Are you actually under house arrest inside the royal castle while being publicly declared dead? So you went missing, and now you've never been rushed to find me! Well, if that's the case, we will spare no effort in searching for the princess."

A mild threat, not. It's a disappointing blackmail. I'm going to make it clear here.

Lyla is not Princess Ortina. One of our most important family members is our clear position. But if the Kingdom officially acknowledges the survival of Princess Ortina, we will respond accordingly. If you don't admit it the other way around, I won't let you say anything trivial. Not to mention the rude, extreme language of being a ghost.

We know exactly what was going on in this castle, and it smelled so clear that it stuffed the Chancellor in reverse.

"No, I'm not listening to your bullshit! I will consider the matter of the witch-head and Her Royal Highness. But you'll never get through here."

He pushed the Chancellor, who was making me pull his face at my threats, and Bariatel comes forward.

"We can't let a suspicious man like you near His Majesty's side without a courtesy."

"Brother Bariatel, I object to that. Ernea, you are my best friend and benefactor. And the future husband of the twins. Above all, he is also a feat who quelled the disturbances of the Northern Land Dragon. I can assure you that he is as good a man as you can be."

"What!? You calmed the dragon noise in the north.

Master Bariatel is unusually surprised by the words of Filel.

Haven't you heard the reports of Miss Media and Miss Turkinea who came with us? But I'm too surprised nonetheless.

"Bariatel, let us honestly go through there. I also acknowledge that these men will see His Majesty."

Unexpectedly, Master Grave took our side.

Master Grave has been watching our interactions with harsh eyes, but I can't believe you're covering for us.

Something's disgusting.

"Brother, are you insane?

Master Bariatel saw Master Grave laughing with his nose.

Thank you. Master Bariatel seems to look down on you. Being in charge of internal affairs means you may be looking down at the samurai Graves and Casters, and the phillele of appreciation for falling.

"This is the one who wants to ask if you're sane, brother."

A long time ago, it was Castor who wore an arm.

Just stepped forward, it's compelling.

Bariatel also takes a step backwards in the power of Castor, the greatest man on this occasion.

"Do you mean to give priority to the monstrous curser over our princes, guests from neighbouring countries and witch-heads? This is unacceptable, however much His Majesty has entrusted me with internal affairs with the Chancellor."

Needless to say, he is pushed further forward by the power of Master Castor, and Master Bariatel lowers further. So the fence we were building with the Kingsguard knights was broken.

Master Castor enters forcefully into the breakdown that Master Bariatel was able to retreat from. Then we cross the Kingsguard's wall and move on to the back of the hallway.

"Stay. Castor!"

Philelle and Madeleine pass next to Bariatel, who tries to stop him from screaming, followed by us as a group.

"I'll let you through."

Finally, when Lady Grave said so to Lady Bariatel and the Chancellor, they all proceeded to the back of the hallway, aiming for the king's bedroom.