We Live in Dragon’s Peak

We broke up with the Mistrals and headed south along a shallow spot on the western side of Dragon Peak.

Deep down, even the tyrant Revaria and the Black Dragon Lily could be attacked by a near-death dragon clan. Or, if you can fly through the skies of the demonic kingdom, this time you might be attacked by the demons.

Even if the Demons attack, they are not the enemies of Levaria and Lily. But they can't teach the Mistrals footsteps in a meaningless way.

Take a careful southward descent as far as crossing one peak. Then, depending on the view of the murderous mountain range, which was the winter scenery, the shades increase.

Looks like winter is slowly approaching Dragon Peak from the north.

When I lived in the king's capital of the kingdom of Arms, I thought winter was coming down from the rugged stretches of Dragon Peak that spread to the west.

But knowing the vast world in this way makes me sad that the knowledge I knew only works in a very narrow range.

As you cross one mountain and pass one valley, you get more autumnal scenery.

But this view will pass early enough this year, and I guess a tough winter is on the verge of rushing.

This must be a rough winter for the Dragon Nation living in the north of Dragon Peak.

Then at least.

I just want to get this contention over with and get rid of a little hardship.

To do so, we let them know that we rescued the captive, and put an end to the struggle between the Dragon Nation. And we have to get rid of the demons in the way and defeat Alta.

It seems that Revaria is also motivated to respond to me.

Continue to fly through the sky at an unbeatable rate by Lily and at once pass the northern part of Dragon Peak, known as the Dragon Cemetery.

If you go through the dragon graveyard, it's like the garden of Revaria, already called a tyrant.

With a fierce roar to exhale accumulated depression, Revaria went all the way to the village where the dragon tribes to the south were based, wings roughly feathered.

And it didn't take us a day to break up with the Mistrals, and we came back to the village where the Zans were.

"Mr. Elnea!

"I'm home."

It was Mr. Laniseme who came first to us when we landed in the village square.

The others, surprised by Lily, the black dragon who landed with Levaria, seem to have been delayed in coming over.

But I couldn't see Zan among the people from the gathered village, and I looked around.

"Mr. Zan? That guy got hurt when he helped Anemone. I'm resting in the back building."

"Mr. Anemone was attacked!?

"No, I'm fine. My sister has no scratches. I'm sorry Mr. Zan got hurt because of him."

"Good. Mr. Anemone is safe."

"Oh, where did the old sickness go, right? I'm so well, I've been having trouble lately. By the way, aren't you worried about Mr. Zan?

Mr. Laniseme laughed so hard that I laughed back.

"You know Zan is very strong. That guy respects me as a first-rate warrior who can always fight unless he dies. So, even if you're injured, I'm sure you're fine. Different?

"Ha. Exactly."

And although we had a conversation, I'm not so flirtatious as not to see you. I was led by Mr. Laniseme to the building where he was resting. [M]

Across the street, I asked the others to gather representatives.

I asked Luiseine to explain Lily and her role in getting everyone in the village to explain about the Mistrals.

Follow Mr. Laniseme into the building behind the village.

"Mr. Elnea!

"Wow. Mr. Anemone, I'm home."

Inside the building was Mr. Anemone and he was hugged the moment his eyes met.

"Hey, Elnea, you're still very popular here. I'm gonna be jealous."

Shit. I forgot this guy existed.

I wave firmly at Luirala and gently release Annemone from her arms.

"Anemone, come on. Elnea, you're tired from a long journey."

"Yeah, I'm feeling better with my current embrace."

"I'm glad you said that. Brother, you get old when you keep saying novels, right?

"Shut up, shut up. Instead, Elnea, take you to Mr. Zan's room."

Oh, boy, and a sigh of sigh, Mr. Laniseme.

I am guided from my living room to my bedroom by Mr. Anemone.

Luirala follows as a matter of course.

I find it distracting to take a hateful demon tribe to a room where the wounded are resting.

So when I tried to stop Luirala in front of the bedroom I was guided, I heard from something first.

"Is that voice Ernea? Luilara's here, isn't she? Never mind, come in."

There is Zan's voice over the door, and I have no choice but to enter the room with Luirala.

"I'm home."

"You're back safe."

When I walked into the bedroom, Zan woke up on the bunk and was looking at this one.

Next to Zan, a middle-aged man sits on the ship's arm.

Someone I've never seen before.

The middle-aged man on the ship stood up as I gazed. [M]

"Eight dragon kings, Ernea? No rumors. I'm Garshark. The Dragon King."

"Nice to meet you. I am Elnea Ease, the Dragon King."

Say hello to the unexpected.

There are four dragon kings I still don't know. One of them is Ido, who is accompanying the brave Listeir.

Mr. Garshark is one of the other three.

"The dragon king, the boy who can follow the devil's Viscount Luilala, I see"

You're mistaken about something. I'm not following Ruirala. I want to speak up and deny it.

I wonder how I'm going to explain my relationship with Louis Lara, and look at Mr. Garshark. Mr. Garshark then looked at this one with interest as he rubbed his missing arm from his left shoulder.

"Hmm? Can you tell me about your left arm?

Mr. Garshark, who mistook my gaze, turned his gaze towards his left arm.

"This was recently blown away by Zan's bastards."

"Eh."

"I almost got my torso cut in two."

"Eh!

Even now. Zan, with his upper body up, is not weaving his jacket. And there was a bandage wrapped around his abdomen, feeling multiple times clumsy.

"What happened?

Tell me about the commotion that happened while I was gone.

Louis Lara also seemed intrigued, listening to the upside of the commotion that Zan and Mr. Garshark talk about.

Mr. Garshark, defeated by Zan, was honestly captured by the dragon tribe south of him.

Originally from northern Dragon Peak, Mr. Garshark has betrayed those in the same area without being abandoned. But he's spent a lot of time in this village since he was taken prisoner.

But Mr. Garshark is now lost.

He was taken prisoner and persuaded by the dragon king Slaney and Yakshion.

But that's why joining the dragon tribe south of Hoi is not a minor action?

While in the position of Dragon King, he cooperated with those in the north who betrayed Dragon Peak and caused disturbances, flushed by the will of individuals. Now that we've lost, we're going south again. Mr. Garshark somehow reveals to me his troubles as to whether the dragon king should act. [M]

I would have listened to the disturbances that occurred during his absence, but if I realized why, it would have been Mr. Garshark's life consultation.

But, you know, what do you mean, a middle-aged man consults his kids for life?

I'm listening to Mr. Garshark seriously on the surface, but I'm confused on the inside.

"Elnea, what would you do?

Mr. Garshark asks me, and I lean my neck and think. And I tried to say my own thoughts.

"Don't you have to think deeply?

"Ho."

"Because Mr. Garshark would be the Dragon King"

"A pitiful dragon king lost to a young warrior, but for once"

"Yep. Then I guess I don't have to worry about it."

"Why?

"Because... aren't all the southerners and the northerners the dragon people who live in Dragon Peak? The Dragon King has to work for Dragon Peak and the Dragon Nation, right? Then if you move to be good for the Dragon Peak, the Dragon Nation, and then the Dragon Nation, without thinking about the south or the north, I think that's good. Nor are the people of the North violent enough to do evil. After all, they also moved to think about the future of Dragon Peak and make their lives better, didn't they? Didn't you just get attached to the demons there or have a conflict of opinion with the people south of you? I don't think there's any good or evil there. So, Mr. Garshark doesn't have to think about betrayal or turning back, and I think we should move to make everyone happy."

I don't know what to say to myself, but when you think about it, it turns out, the culprits are demons, right? Then I wonder what we should focus on throwing the Demons out of Dragon Peak instead of fighting each other right now.

The people in the north were concerned that the prisoners were rescued by us and their worries were gone.

Mr. Garshark, listening to the story with a serious eye, laughed luxuriously as my mouth closed.

Why am I being laughed at?

I wonder if I said something unusual.

I think it might have been a stupid statement, and suddenly I get embarrassed and lean over.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Apologizing, but still laughing, Mr. Garshark.

At first glance, Zan was smiling bitterly, too.

For some reason behind it, I knew you were funny, and Luilala was laughing, too.

"Did I say something strange?

"No, you didn't say anything weird"

Zan says so, but Mr. Garshark is laughing.

"Ha ha. You're right about Zan. He's a really funny dragon king. Well, that's simple when you ask me. I'm like a dragon king, should I just move for Dragon Peak? You didn't have to have personal feelings or emotions."

"Yeah, yes. Everyone who was imprisoned in the north was safe, and rescued. All we have to do is unite and drive the Demons out of Dragon Peak."

"Holy crap! I heard you were summoned by the demon king of that terrible giant and went to the land of the demons. No way did you really help those who were in captivity!

"Yes, that's why we're only one step ahead of each other."

From the nostalgia, I took the letter I received from the representative's grandfather and handed it to Mr. Garshark.

Mr. Garshark cleverly unties the letter with one hand and checks inside.

"Definitely. It contains the signatures of Grandpa Yun, the leading tribe in the north. Well... did they get out safely?"

There were thin tears in Mr. Garshark's eyes.

"Hmm. Let me hear more about that."

"I asked Luiseine lightly, but I need more information"

As we talked in the bedroom, several adults arrived there.

Slaney with thin hair at the beginning. Musculoskeletal yakushion behind it. And there were several other warriors who looked awesome coming from behind.

"Guys, I'm home"

We exchanged greetings and the debriefing began as it were in the bedroom where Zan was resting.

I'll tell you more about the backdrop since I met with the giant demon king. I didn't know how far Louiseine was talking, so even though I thought I might ask twice, I decided I needed to talk to him firmly.

I just kept my mouth shut about the embargo.

I have to keep that a secret from the Dragon Nation, too.

Mr. Anemone distracted me along the way and carried me a drink. Finish the conversation, moisturizing your throat.

And I explained our thoughts without putting my hair in.

The dragon tribe people are asked to work on the convergence of persuasion and disturbance among those in the north. And I want you to deal with the demons who entered Dragon Peak.

We'll do everything in our power to be relative to Alta.

Moving on to explaining the game against Orta, the look on everyone's face who was listening seriously in the room clouded.

"Ernea......"

Zan looks at this with a sad look.

"It's Ernea. Are you guys good with that? If you do it badly, there will be victims among you."

"Sure, that might be the only way to defeat that alter. But......"

"Let me hear one thing. Even though you are the Dragon King, you must be a man. Why can I put my shoulder so far into the Dragon Peak thing? You're risking your life, aren't you?

All eyes gather on me. [M]

At some point Mr. Anemone, who had entered the room and listened, was pale in the face.

I look out at everyone in the room.

And I smiled back.

"Because I love Dragon Peak. It's rugged, but I like the land rich in nature. I like all the dragon people, who treat me like a family. I like all the dragon tribes who enjoy treating me over the walls of the race. Is it weird to do everything you can for everyone you like?

I keep smiling.

"And we're not pessimistic. I am confident that this operation will be accomplished by us. I don't mean to be reckless. Above all, I will let everyone complete the operation safely!!

Sure, you just heard the operation from my mouth. Then you must be full of anxiety.

But we all understand ourselves.

And then I decided that this operation would be absolutely successful for us, and I decided.

I would never take the kind of option that someone would sacrifice.

It is perfectly unfortunate to choose an unfortunate ending for a great achievement. All I want is a happy ending for everyone to laugh at.

Zan laughed all the time at my confident grin.

"Sounds like you guys. Then I'll trust you and the Mistrals."

"Guha. He's bigger than I heard from Zan. Really funny."

To Zan's words, Mr. Garshark broke his face.

Then the two remaining dragon kings nodded to me that they were the successors of Master Jildo.

The other warriors had a slightly bewildered look, but the acknowledgement by all the dragon kings on this occasion formalized the move to come.

Good. Too reckless. I was chilling that they would dismiss me for lack of strength, danger.

I felt relieved when I reached an agreement.

But it was Zan who said such sharp words to me.

But, Ernea...

"Hey, what?

Zan's serious and sharp gaze stretches his spine slightly.

"One condition for your operation."

"What!"

"We can't just burden you guys. I'll take part in the operation."

"Eh!

I'm surprised I turned to Zan's unexpected offer.

"No, wait."

It was Slaney who put the wait on Zan's words.

"Let's all dragon kings participate in Ernea's operation"

"Yeah eh! But then, what about the demonic army?

Our manoeuvres, indeed, are lighter on everyone with more manpower. But is it okay to leave the Demons alone, which is a matter of concurrency?

My question was answered by the awesome warriors who were in the room.

"We're not as good as demons."

"I'll kick your ass, no matter how many grand you are."

"The dragon kings took the alter. Let us deal with the Demons."

"I won't let the Demons take their own chances at Dragon Peak."

Flipping from confusion, the warriors, who had a fierce grin, looked much more ferocious than the demons they had seen in the land of the demons.