We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Full moon night. The people of the surface saw the shooting star rain pouring out to block the light of the moon.

Flying ahead of the shooting star rain, I saw a giant wing dragon.

Winged dragons gleaming beautifully in gold, close to silver, winged north.

In the sky, the shooting star rain followed as it followed the Wing Dragon.

On earth, a golden divine army was following the Winged Dragon north.

But the golden divine army was ravaged by the shooting star rain flowing from the sky and turned into a golden star lying on earth.

"I can't forgive you. Unforgivable. Unforgivable..."

On the back of a winged dragon aiming north at a speed that no one can catch up with, one witch weeps of blood from her eyes and groans. On his knees, the witch's abdomen, small and solidified in a crawling position on all fours, stained with blood, and her whole body, losing her mind, had a cold skin tone. But contrary to the lost life, infinite power is overflowing from the witch's body, which becomes a grain of light and ascends into the sky. When the grain of power light, like the blink of a star, ascended to heaven, which no one could reach, it became a shooting star pulling a blue and white tail, pouring down to the surface, ravaging all things.

"Layla, please regain your sanity..."

Wing Dragon whispers gently to the witch on his back. But it doesn't reach the witch's ear. A witch called Leila just distorts her face to anger and shivers her shoulders.

"I will not tolerate the Divine Clan. Deceive me, follow the kindness of Chartier, and make the Spirit Tree... the Spirit Tree..."

To Leila's words, the golden winged dragon Chartier, close to silver, looks far back.

Ahead of the shooting star rain. The summit of the Spiritual Mountain, which widened its area, was swinging red.

Until the other day. There was a young spiritual tree there in a tattered presence.

The spiritual tree and its sanctuary, which Chartier was guarding. It is now sinking into the sea of fire.

At first it was a single divine clan. Leila helped a man of the divine tribe who was lost in the road and starving. Leila, a witch and gentle caregiver, is a village witch head in the sanctuary guarded by Chartier. It was a small village, but I liked Chartier because of all the good people. One day in the village, a man of the Divine Nation was brought by Leila's hand.

As a witch, Leila helps those who are suffering, regardless of race. But from the results, that only brought the worst end.

Where did you find out? The man of the Divine Family searched for the existence of the Spirit Tree and broke into the sanctuary protected by Chartier.

They carry people's villages in the sanctuary. The existence of spiritual trees and sanctuaries has been thoroughly hidden from the outside world. For about three thousand years now he has protected the Spirit Tree of Spiritual Mountain, Chartier has been able to continue to protect the Spiritual Tree.

But the man of the divine tribe was able to deceive Leila and break into the sanctuary properly.

Chartier may have been alarmed, too. Maybe it was floating. The pride of protecting the Spirit Tree for three thousand years was becoming chronic. He took the younger next generation of guardians as his disciples and was relaxed.

The man of the divine tribe secretly examined the sanctuary and searched for the spiritual tree. And they called 10,000 divine armies and a million heavenly armies from their own land.

"I won't allow it. Neither the Divine Nation nor the Heavenly Nation forgives everything..."

Leila was crushed by self-blame.

As a witch, she performed a goddess miracle. From the heavenly army that fills the sky, he protected the people and animals and dragon tribes who lived in the sanctuary with the miracle of the goddess and promoted them to the Virgin. But Leila soon fell. He broke the last bond of Chartier and went mad at the Divine Clan who reached under the Spirit Tree.

Leila, the Angry Fallen Virgin, has rampaged the infinite power that dwelled in her body.

Meteor crown.

The second largest of all attack spells from the top. Originally, a miracle that occurs after a ritual and grand chant with hundreds to thousands of witches. One of the finest spells.

But Leila, who fell instantly upon becoming the Virgin, activated the meteorological crown indefinitely with one of its bodies, ravaging the Heavenly and Divine armies.

I didn't ask for a goddess miracle or anything. The spiritual trees can no longer be protected if they are found by the divine tribes. But at least I wanted to help my best friend Leila alone. Chartier had only the power to protect Leila from tens of millions of elephant people.

But let's fall...

Blessed is the Virgin. But if it falls, it only calls for disaster. If you're a witch, if you're a priest, everyone knows. That's why. We have to send it to the goddess before Leila, who has fallen, can wield the disaster. One witch confronted Leila resolutely.

Chartier couldn't stop it.

Witches are not allowed to harm themselves. That is the same thing whether you are a Virgin or a Fallen Body. To send Leila's soul to the goddess before disaster, someone must defile that hand with blood. But Chartier couldn't. I couldn't put my best friend in this hand.

What a weak heart. What a pitiful existence. Chartier knows his weakness.

The witch who confronted Layla was a brilliant one. But nothing rivals Leila, who became the Virgin and fell. It was finally time to give Layla a lethal knife in her abdomen. The witch was in return. Leila, who had fallen into anger, had eliminated restraint and struck her anger around her without vision.

Even though it was a lethal knife, it did not reach instant death, and Leila sprinkled disaster.

Chartier had no choice but to make a decision. Because of my stupid heart and fragile spirit, I have produced irrevocable vices. But you have to be responsible for the rest of it. You can't give the spiritual tree mystery to the gods.

With his own hands, Chartier lit a spiritual tree. We must erase from this earth with our own hands what Leila tried to protect until after performing the miracle of the Goddess.

Sinful. But that's all I have left.

"I'm sorry."

Chartier apologized to the instantly burning spirit tree.

'Never mind. A dragon like my mother. He's a gentle dragon who's been watching over me more than he was when I was a little girl.'

The spiritual tree turned a flame all over his body at his own will and burned up.

A final farewell was given to the Spirit Tree, and Chartier had another, winged to fulfill his remaining mission.

If we leave Leila alone like this, the damage could be done not only to this sanctuary but also to Dragon Peak, which stretches east. Leila's life became a slight light. But with the power of her magic, the sanctuary and northern Dragon Peak could be devastated by the end of her life.

With Raging Layla on her back somehow, Chartier goes for the north limit. If we go out to sea, we can contain the damage.

But Leila's meteorological crown, who lost her anger self, also poured relentlessly on Chartier. Chartier went for the northern sea while his whole body was pierced by meteors. And finally, it reached an infinite expanse of sea plains.

"Layla. Look, look. The ocean is spreading. Only once, when you were young, you put me on my back."

Talk, but it doesn't reach Leila's ear.

Meteor rain catches up around the chartier that stopped us from moving on and pours down into the ocean.

The sea plains, which were dark and dark, glowed beautifully with the glowing grains of meteors.

Full moon and shooting stars in the sky. The sea had a plain of repeated waves of brightness.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Leila groans nagging on her back. Layla suffers from anger as she shed tears of blood and dyed Chartier's back with blood.

"Hey, do you remember that? You and I took a good walk around the Spirit Tree. The spiritual tree fruit I found and ate at that time was delicious, wasn't it? I still hold the jewels of that time dear. It's the first treasure you've ever given me with all your power."

Did you get my word? Did you get your thoughts? A gap other than anger appeared in Leila's mind.

"Ugh..."

Leila's mouth can only groan anymore. But the slight gap in her mind tells me that she was overflowing with pleasant memories and nostalgia of the time, and Chartier smiles.

"Sorry, Chartier."

"No, I'm not. I owe you an apology. If I could only take some of your suffering..."

'Yeah, it's okay. Spirit Tree couldn't protect you, but she could save us all. Forgive me for falling. I'm sorry I hurt you.'

"You did a great job. As the guardian of the Spirit Tree, as the Virgin, as the dragon witch, you did a fine job."

'Really? If that's what Chartier says, is it?

"Heh heh, yeah"

Chartier laughed with pleasure. Leila also smiled at her anger-distorted face only for a moment.

"Now go to the goddess first. I'll catch up soon, too. Let's play together again."

'Yeah. You're waiting. Now let's all play with Spirit Tree and Goddess. "

The gap that was slightly in Layla's mind swallowed into a vortex of anger and disappeared.

But from Leila leaking a grumpy whimper, infinite powers and star grains didn't gush up after that.

On Chartier's back, Leila's life lights fade. Chartier turned her long neck as she lagged, and continued to stare at Leila as she weakened.

Leila's shed blood touches Chartier's wound and the two bleeds mix together.

"I'm going..."

To the words that eventually leaked out of Layla's mouth, Chartier returned the words of drop-off that you had gone.

Phew, and Leila's whole body is out of strength. Collapsing Leila. In Chartier's eyes he could see Leila's soul rising to heaven as a dazzling light.

Leila's soul traveled to the goddess. In time, Leila's flesh also turns into a grain of light, diluting the contour. Everything about Leila disappeared from Chartier's sight, which I kept staring gently at to the end.

"The Virgin said, Leila went to the goddess. You don't need that anymore, do you?

Chartier shifts her gaze from Layla's vanished own back to the height of the sky.

As Chartier asks, one person descended from far above.

A strange sight of a wingless man floating in the sky. But if you are the one who has descended in front of you, that would be easy too.

Those who descended loosely in front of Chartier wore a pure white coat. A coat that is intricately woven and beautifully decorated or embroidered. But it wasn't originally pure white. I spent a long time with this man, and the colours fell out.

"We don't need a sin hunt. Leila's sins have been condemned."

Floating in front of Chartier is an extinct beauty in the light of the full moon. The woman who praised the immortal beauty more beautiful than any art created by the willing than any fictional tale beauty did not have the same pigment as a pure white coat. Beautiful, long hair that can be both gray and silver. I don't feel warm on my cheeks or my lips. My eyes were gray, and that was the only color I could think of. And in the hands of an immortal beauty was a wave of pure white sword.

Holy Sword Sin Hunting.

A holy sword built to lead the fallen Virgin to the Goddess.

"My old friend. I have sinned. But Leila wouldn't be, would she?

"Right."

The beautiful woman smiled sadly.

"Oh. Are you grieving me? I'm glad. I haven't seen your feelings in hundreds of years."

"My concubine has feelings."

"Hehe, yeah. Hey, could you just stay here a little longer if it's okay?

To Chartier's words, the beauty nods.

Chartier's life was already about to disappear. It had received tens of millions of meteor rains and was wounded all over its body. I could still fly this far because of Leila. But Leila's not in the world anymore. Chartier was feeling his own death.

Chartier knows that the woman in front of her appeared to deliver Leila, who became the Virgin and fell, to the Goddess.

But please, I want you to see your death. For Chartier, an ancient species of dragon that gave him a long life, the lives of those around him are long and short. I've seen many of my friends before. For such a Chartier, is it extremely rare to be called a friend who is equally long lived and has known each other for a long time? And one of them was the beautiful woman in front of me.

"Hey, I need a favor"

"What?

"When I die, please deliver this soul to Dragon Peak. There, what I hear people and dragons coexist and prosper"

Beautiful women make firm promises to the Chartier-like desire to interact with people and live with them.

"Am I angry with the goddess?

"That's not an idiotic idea. Why would they be angrier?"

"'Cause I burned an important spiritual tree."

"Nothing can be perfect. Anything with life loses its life eventually. Like that. And all the concubines."

"Hehe, I'm relieved if you say so. Well, I'll be waiting for you on the Goddess's lap, with your neck long. Oh, you didn't come early, did you?

To the words of Chartier, a woman who snorts her throat and laughs.

"Oh well, it's been hundreds of years since I've seen you laugh funny."

"My concubine laughs a lot."

Feeling the intense pain wrapping her whole body and her life falling zero with the blood flowing, Chartier continued to exchange words with the woman without stiffness.

"Oh, here comes the boy."

Chartier looked back.

"Master! Chartier! Chartier!!"

Chartier and the woman all smile bitterly at the black shadow that loses its meteor brilliance and flies at high speed through the sky surrounded by the pale light of only the full moon.

It was the dragon with black, lustrous scales that flew at high speeds in front of Chartier and the woman who greeted her in a disgusting manner. Black dragons were also ancient species of dragons, making giants that were not even like dragons in line. However, from the Chartier who lived four thousand years, he's still small.

"Chartier! I won't allow it, you gods. They'll destroy our country!

"Oh, boy, what a noisy boy"

"Who's the boy!

"Shut up, shut up"

"It's the witches who shut up!

A black dragon that makes his nose rough.

"Chartier, wait. I can heal that wound now."

"Hehe, you don't have to. I'm not long anymore."

"Oh no... don't give up..."

The black dragon I've been brave enough to grieve.

"Boy, the time has come for you to stand alone. Leave my refuge and go around the world. And one day, be the guardian of the splendid Spirit Tree. Running to resentment is foolishness."

"Will I be able to work there..."

"Don't worry about it. When in trouble, rely on my friends."

"Why are you pushing me to take care of this prankster?

"Okay? One last favor."

"This is their last favor. How many times will this be?"

"I will surely make Chartier a proud protector!

"Make sure you don't lose your loved ones."

Chartier entrusts the young black dragon with something he could not do.

"Then it's my last gift. Take this..."

A black dragon receives what is picked at the tip of Chartier's giant hand claw.

"It's a memory of me and Leila. If you cannot find the Spirit Tree to protect, raise it up."

"Pass it on responsibly"

The black dragon nodded deeply at Chartier.

"... Hi, I have a lot of guests tonight."

The woman, who watched gently the parting of Chartier and the black dragon, looked at the continent.

Heavenly armies filling the sky were marching blocking the full moon's light.

"Miscellaneous fish. You're going to bury me all!

"Wait, you idiot."

A woman controls a black dragon with her hands, who raised the roar of anger. The black dragon was sealed in motion only by hand controlled by a woman far smaller than the black dragon.

Chartier, woman and black dragon watching. Suddenly the sky became cloudy. Thick, black clouds cover the full moon sky. Gradually, the thunderbolts blow, filling the land and sea with overwhelming magic.

There was an endless scream from the Heavenly Army. Shortly afterwards, a thunderous rain strikes the Heavenly Army, instantly erasing the Heavenly Nation from the sky. A few moments later, a roar echoed across the world like a splitting (crushing) ear.

Where the Chartiers watch. Titans stood before the heavenly people vanished and ruled by thick, black clouds. The giant, who looked like a woman, sank his foot into the sea with the lightning strike, coming this way. Titans that draw the ocean, give it a big wave and come close. The black dragon roared low and throat.

"You didn't make it..."

As the giant sank into the sea to the bottom of his chest proceeded to the Chartiers, he stared sadly.

"No, we made it. Old friend."

"Guru. Giant Demon King......"

"Oh, boy. Were you alive?"

"Shut up, you old bitch!

"Damn, only prestige is good"

Whoever was called the demon king of giants by a black dragon laughs with his chest up and down. A wave stood on the sea plain to match it.

"If your protectorate was the land of the demons, you must have made it."

"I'll say it again, we made it."

"What happened in time? I have no pleasure in making it to your death. What you were protecting would be a spirit tree. I didn't make it to help protect the tree."

"I'm glad to finally meet my friends and disciples like this."

"I'm not happy..."

Of the demon clan, the demon king wept.

The demon king of the giant, like the woman called the witch, was an old friend of Chartier's. Best friend who stays alive longer than he is.

"It destroys me. I will burn down the Heavenly Nation with my thunder and wipe out the kingdom of the Divine Nation from the continent."

"Oh well, that sounds like a demonic princess idea. But how about killing some irrelevant people?

"Do you mind? If it's homogeneous, it's homogeneous."

"But if you get too violent on the east side, it'll piss you off, won't it? You are now ruling the country inside."

"Huh, I don't know!

"Oh man. Don't take more trouble. If he is angry, his concubine must wipe his ass."

A witch sighs at the wrath of a giant demon king.

"Hey, Rosa. I need a favor."

"What? I'm trying to figure out how to get revenge."

"Heh heh. No one can stop you from being angry. But make only one promise. I don't care how violent it is, but please only protect where the Spirit Tree is."

"Even if you don't tell me. Let's keep protecting him for hundreds and thousands of years. The only place where we could rest. Easy to give to the people of God."

"I'm relieved to hear that. Oh, I don't have any more memories. Let's go to Leila..."

We all knew that Chartier was slowly becoming debilitated. Wing wings are weakening and altitude is decreasing. I kept floating in the air with the power of a witch, but I couldn't support it until my life.

Chartier looks at the witch and smiles.

"May happiness come to you one day, too"

The next time I see Rosa, the demon king of giants, I laugh bitterly.

"Don't get too violent, okay? And one day, when those who will succeed me show up, give them a hand."

Finally, I saw a black dragon with a sumptuous vision.

"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you everything. But you would make a great protector. I assure you, Sleighsta."

"I swear by my name, Sleighsta. Always be the guardian of the Spirit Tree and raise those who will inherit Chartier's will."

"Hehe, on the lap of the goddess, I'm watching you with Leila."

"I will surely regain the sanctuary of the Spirit Tree. Let's swear by the name of Rosa the Demon King. Then I'll protect you if you're as good as the Sleighsta boy raised you. Well, if you want to visit the Demon Nation."

"Oh my God. I'd let a concubine wipe those people's asses. You troubled children."

"Hehe. 'Cause that's what your role is, isn't it?

The last time we all laughed.

And watch Chartier, who has begun to diminish consciousness.

"Thanks......"

I know the witch was relieving Chartier's entire body of pain until the end. Rosa, who says horrible things with her mouth, also knows that she doesn't have her eyes full of revenge. And I know that Sleighsta inherited my will.

I have nothing to remember. My heart fades peacefully. Chartier closed her eyes quietly as her friends and disciples watched her.

Chartier's whole body turns into a grain of light. The golden grain of light, close to the same silver as the scales, gently rumbled over the sea and vanished into the sky.

All that was left was one treasure ball shining rainbow. The witch took a treasure ball that seemed as likely as a man's head with both hands.

"What are we going to do with that? Do you want Chartier's dragon treasure balls to be passed on to someone you don't know who?

"In Chartier's will. This will be delivered to Dragon Peak."

"There was definitely a dragon tribe living there."

"More than ever, there are tribes that protect dragon treasure balls. Take Chartier there."

"Phew, then I will protect the tribe and watch over those who inherit the dragon jewels of Chartier until they show up."

"Oh, didn't your Lord protect the Spirit Tree?

"You're still an idiot, boy."

"Chi, no! Protect the Spirit Tree..."

Rosa and the witch looked at the black dragon Sleighsta, who had slipped away from her gaze.

"Dragon Peak, that's a little far. But you have to keep your word. Let's change the country before those who inherit Chartier's will show up. Then I will take the western side of Dragon Peak from the Divine Clan."

"The other would simply want revenge. Well, the concubine doesn't know."

Demons, dragons and people. The strange three thus took over the thoughts of Chartier from one another and scattered them into the sky.

About 2,000 years later.

The witch saw a golden star shining close to the newly born silver in the sky on the permanent snowfield.

The Demon King closed his eyes on the throne and felt the birth of the Dragon Princess behind Dragon Peak, which soars to the east.

The Guardian Dragon is beside the Spirit Tree and learns that the next generation of caregivers inherited the dragon treasure balls of Chartier.

The guardian dragon takes out the treasures of the spirit tree, which he has never even shown the caretaker.

"Sooner or later, we'll need this"

Placing the treasure balls on a mossy square, a fluttering and gentle breeze blew.

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

When the treasure balls rose in the wind, they disappeared toward the trunk of the spiritual tree that was growing behind them.