We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Only once did the strong wind bring the cold wind from the west.

The day when the 10,000 colored petals that were blooming under the influence of the dragon vein began to dance together and transform into an autumnal seasonal landscape at once.

We were busy getting ready to head back to Dragon Peak.

"What. Are you going home now?"

Every day, the king comes to the out-of-home room where we are sleeping, with his escort. He says he's taking a walk as part of his strength building, but he knows everyone in the outhouse is for lila purposes.

Lyla was also trying to spend as much time with the king as time allowed.

"I want to do a lot of things with Master Ernea, too."

That said, if I leave Jortenitos, I won't be able to see the king easily. You'll always be with me, won't you? When I said that, I was honestly spending time with the king.

These two look something like each other around here, don't they?

We watched the king and Lyla smile.

"I was told Elnea didn't need a reward, but I want to send something to them. You always help me with my care."

"No, I don't want anything."

"Lyla, I don't think you're going to hesitate, do you?

The king can't help but find Lyla cute. I want to do everything I can to that Lyla. If you look at the king, everyone realizes that.

Then I guess we'll have to leave in such a way that Lyla can be as sweet as she wants and the king won't regret it.

If the king wants to give Lyla a gift, maybe we should take it honestly here.

In my words, then Lila smiles at the king. The king and Lyla went out of our room amicably, saying they would choose from the recovered treasures.

"It's good to be here."

Mistral looked at the two of them and laughed contentedly.

"Yeah. At first I thought to myself, what a heart. I knew it was good to be here."

I came to the kingdom of Yortenitos for Lyra. When the king greets you, declare your marriage to Lyla. Let's bring in more tyrants and talk a little bit about flying dragon hunting. Oh, my God, it could have been my solitude in the end. But thanks to all the commotion and encounters and breakups, things rolled for the better.

Looking at the results, my solitude took the form of merit, but with a little more thought, things may have moved on in a better way.

Looking back at what had happened in the kingdom of Jortenitos, which seemed long and short, Mistral stroked my head a long time ago.

"There's no one who can read and act perfectly ahead. Be confident that this has turned out because of you."

"Yeah. Thanks"

Gentle, I feel good about Mistral's hands stroking me to untie my hair.

"Ahhh. I want you to stroke me because I tried my best."

Priscia, Neemia, who was playing properly, jumps on my head.

The other day's battle with Master Grave exposed Niemia's identity. Then you don't have to hide it anymore, do you? So now Niemia is flying around freely.

At first all the people were surprised, but with their adorable looks and conversations, they instantly captivated everyone.

He's a sinful guy.

"Elnea, I haven't made more sins than your brother."

"Guru."

On my face, Mistral laughs as she strokes Neemia and me.

The battle with Master Grave was one-sided. I just chased him around until the blue flying dragon ran out of sperm and roots.

It seems that the whole Wang capital, instead of the venue, made a scene in the appearance of Neemiah, very similar to Mr. Ashel.

It was an informal battle. If you're flying around the sky, then you're noticeable. Besides, it's Master Grave's dragon rider, the blue flying dragon. The chase is many times huge, Mr. Ashel similar Niemia.

I hear there are all sorts of rumors flying around in the alley about what the prince did.

And Master Grave finally gave up the twins.

Made you give up?

Some of the contenders were kings, and if they lost, they scolded me for being a prince.

Not because the twin princess gave me a hot hug when she came back and took her lips away.

You're not, are you?

"Nah. That was the stop."

Guh. What if Master Grave doesn't go back to sanity like this...

"Mnh-mnh-mnh, hold Priscia too"

If Niemia comes, so will Priscia.

Priscia and Ares embraced my worries just because they had nothing to do with the young girls.

"Nagging?"

I feel like Ares' words contain something horrible.

Speaking of which, you haven't told anyone yet that Ares will be Mr. Ares, have you?

Should I say it or not, let's think about it again from now on.

"Nyan's got a secret."

Shit!

I was so exposed to Niemia!

"What is a secret?

Luiseine comes and looks at me surprised.

"Ernea, do you have any secrets?

Oh, my God.

Next door, Mistral is pointing suspicious eyes at me.

"Deadly."

"No, no. Because that's Niemia's fault, right?

"To expose."

"Here, here."

He unwraps the hand that was about to hold the toddler and rushes to catch Niemia overhead. But Niemia, who flew quickly, shook her tail and ran away.

"Come on, Mr. Elnea. Confess."

"No secrets from us, Elnea."

Priscia imitates when she sees me.

"Let's confess."

You're gonna hug me, Priscia.

"Is it a lottery?

I even hugged Ares!

"Help me."

I run away with a young girl holding me. [M]

But I'm no match for Mistral with my physical abilities.

I was quickly cornered on the side of the bedroom.

"Come on, confess."

"Come on, confess."

Two people approaching me with words, kind of like twin princesses.

"Confess."

Priscia laughs innocently.

"Go away."

Ares laughs like any other HR.

"One day I'll find out. You better say it."

Niemia laughs with pleasure.

"If you don't tell me, it's a punishment."

If you don't tell me, I'm gonna get mad.

Mistral and Louiseine laughed and jumped at me.

"Wow."

On the bunk, I'm jumped in such a way that I'm pushed down.

"Look, say it quickly"

"Good addition and subtraction, confess."

Me laughing when you two pee all over my body.

What torture is this!?

"Say it."

Priscia adds extra.

"Hiya. Stop it. Laugh and die."

I can't stop laughing at my whole body.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

It's second to none to ask for secrets, you're playing with me!

He peels at his flanks, behind his feet, and all over his body, and keeps laughing and crying.

"Be mindful"

"Look, if you don't tell me soon, I'm not gonna stop you."

"Come here."

"Elnea, confess."

"Uh-huh. Help me."

...... hmm?

"What?"

"What?"

Was there anything wrong with just one of you?

With tears and a little covetousness, I pull my face and analyze the situation. And stiff mistral and luiseine.

"... who is it?

"So, who!?

People who were hugging me and doing this. [M] Mistral, Louiseine and Priscia...

"Hehe. Who could it be?

Embracing me with a luscious smile...

"A., Mr. Ares......"

Unlike the elderly group with the pulled face, Priscia had a full grin.

"Whoa. Ares!"

Get away from me, Priscia, and jump on Mr. Ares.

"All right, all right."

Mr. Ares entwined me with one hand and held Priscia with the other.

"A, Ares......?

"I'm awake..."

Mistral and Luiseine had hardened when they saw Mr. Ares. And there, a twin princess appeared who was out of the room on business.

"Sister Yufi. Everybody's playing on the bunk like they're having fun."

"Nina, there are more powerful enemies at some point."

Yufi, who saw Mr. Ares, makes him feel like he's in danger and pulls Nina's hand.

"You can't lose."

It's a battle.

Why would I do that?

The twin princess jumped at me without question.

What is this? Heaven? Or hell!?

From midday on, we were the ones making noise on the bunk.

"Well, shall I have a proper explanation?"

"No secrets, Mr. Elnea."

After all, after a long time of pressing questions. It was finally time to explain where everyone was tired.

Hey, guys. You just wanted to play with this, didn't you? without the penetration.

One hand of the tea prepared by Mistral and Luiseine, each on a messy sleeping table.

The twin princess was satisfied enough, too, to turn her intriguing eyes away from me to Mr. Ares.

Mr. Ares is next to my right. Twin princesses beside it. Mistral next to it. Then Luiseine. These six sit in circles. So Louiseine is next to me on my left.

Priscia, hold onto Mr. Ares. Mr. Ares is also graciously embracing Priscia. Niemia is over Mr. Ares' head.

I looked over at everyone and opened my mouth when I saw Mr. Ares.

"Yeah, I'll introduce you. This is Adult Ares."

……

"Is that it? You didn't lie to me, did you?

"Not really. Why are you an adult?

"There's no explanation, Herneau."

"Ugh. Right"

I wonder what to tell you. I wonder how to talk about it. Spin the words while conceiving.

"Ares knows you're feeding my dragon chi, right?

Spirit of the Spirit Tree.

"With the Spirit Tree."

"Yeah, but Ares, apart from my dragon temper, also had spiritual powers from Priscia."

"Oh, I see"

Only Mistral seems to have understood my explanation. [M] But everyone else was tilting their little necks, so I put in an explanation.

That you're saving Priscia's spiritual power and preparing me for my peril. And being able to be an adult under the influence of the spiritual power you have accumulated.

When you crusade against demons in the basin where Master Carnella and Master Yugra live, you tell them that you found out about this without covering it up.

Next to me, Mr. Ares was smiling satisfactorily.

"Ki, you're a formidable enemy..."

"I can't believe such an ambush was lurking right on my side..."

What is a mighty enemy must not be pursued. The gaze of slightly two people is not hesitant to turn to Mr. Ares' double hills.

"You can't lose with adult charm."

"It's a battle with adult charm."

The twin princesses are somehow motivated by the emergence of good adversaries.

And you're glad you told me about yourself properly, Mr. Ares hugged me again.

"You finally mentioned your concubine. Glad to hear it."

"Hey there, no more hugging."

"Ares, don't weigh yourself."

"It's sloppy."

"I won't lose."

"Hmm, play again?

"Hiya."

When it was about to become a commotion again. Lyla came back to the room.

"Dear Ernea, look"

Lyla walks into the room with a bright face, stiff on the spot.

"Ho ho, there are more strange women. Elnea, why don't you explain it properly?"

The king, who peered his face from Lyla's side, had a pulling grin.

Grunt. What a day.

I explained to Lyla and the King once more about Mr. Ares.

"I see. Was that young girl a spirit"

"Dear Ares, should I call you"

The two of you are satisfied with my explanation.

"Regardless of Mr. Ares. What did Lyla get you?

Everyone's gaze shifts to the long object that was erected on the wall of the room.

"Yes, I got it because I don't have a user."

Lyla ran over to the long stuff and held it as if it mattered.

"It's so old."

It's not a blade.

"A two-handed stick...... is it?

"Could that be..."

The long stuff Lila holds. That was a wooden two-handed stick. The length is a little longer than Lila's height. I wonder if it's as good as Luiseine's sword.

But its appearance is that only the part of the handshake appears to be a thick wooden branch that has been machined to be easy to grip.

I feel something visionary.

"I wanted a weapon too...... I've rarely dealt with blades so I've made this one"

"Lyla. Why isn't it some iron thing that looks strong, or something like that? Did you pick something out of your mind?

To Mistral's question, Lyla leans her neck and thinks.

"I have no idea. Like I said, there were some of those two-handed sticks, but I chose this for some reason. Was it because it was also made of wood that I used before?

Speaking of which, when we first met, Lila had a wooden two-handed stick.

"Yeah. Unconsciously, hey"

Mr. Ares leaves me and approaches Lyla.

"You found something good."

Say it. Mr. Ares receives a two-handed stick from Lyla.

"A two-handed stick made of spirit trees. I didn't know there was such a thing in this place."

When Mr. Ares gently stroked the two-handed stick, a strong ripple came from the two-handed stick.

"I think it's made from branches of spiritual trees. Good weapon."

Everyone is surprised by Mistral's words.

Well, did you feel a sense of pre-sight because it was made of a spirit tree? I felt the same nature as a wooden knife in a spirit tree from that two-handed stick.

"You've been abandoned for a long time and you're weak. Deposit a little."

When Mr. Ares said so, he erased the two-handed stick of the spirit tree. Before entering the Wang capital, you hid our weapons.

Mr. Ares, the Spirit of the Spirit Tree, would repair the power of a two-handed stick.

We had an unexpected harvest and a filled smile.

"I'm sorry. I wonder what a spirit tree is. I'll ask for an explanation."

Yes, I was. The king doesn't know about spiritual trees or anything, does he?

I told the king what he needed.

Thus, the last disturbance before we arrived on our way home brought the curtain down.