We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Mr. Zildo, it's been a while."

Make sure there are no remnants of the Necromancer and walk over to Mr. Zildo's side.

There were slight remnants of a sharp whirlwind around Mr. Zildo, but that was unduly wiped out by the cold wind that had blown from Dragon Peak.

I haven't seen Mr. Zildo for a while.

Back from the kingdom of Jortenitos. Until now, a series of disturbances. You couldn't even get to the moss square properly, so you had no choice.

As I walk over, Mr. Zildo wraps up the sharp signs from earlier with a soft grin, stroking the white beard of his jaw and treating him with a crooked knife.

"Seems to have grown again in a little while"

"Really? But I'm glad you said so."

I will also erase the sign of Dragon Treasure Ball and deliver the weapon with both hands.

Mr. Zildo narrows his eyes to stare at my chest, or the dragon jewel hidden in his body behind it, and nods again and again.

"Mm-hmm. I'm well acquainted. Succeeding to Ernea will satisfy you."

I can only ask Mr. Zildo to say that, and my heart will be filled.

Dragon Treasure Ball and Title of the Great Eight Dragon Kings. I was satisfied that Mr. Zildo was able to properly inherit the honor and dragon thoughts he had built.

"Elnea, I'd like you to introduce me to that old man, if you can."

"Mr. Elnea. If that person..."

Listaire and Lady Celice came to our side.

What about Slutton? I thought, what are you rubbing with Duranell?

"Get him on the back!

"My back isn't cheap enough to make it easier for people."

Slutton has no dragon-hearted mind, so of course he doesn't understand what Duranell is saying. But he could tell that he was being rejected because of his attitude and so on, and he and I were pushing questions.

Mm-hmm. I'm rubbing it, but I'm not stuffed with cutting feathers like an exchange of lives, so let's leave it.

Slutton tries to forcefully ascend to Duranell's back. But there is no sign of pulling out the silver dagger of nostalgia.

Duranell, too, is raging and shaking off Slutton saying he doesn't like it, but there's no sign of crushing or using dragon tricks.

If we care about that, we have the means to take each other's lives. But I don't take that approach.

Compared to the first, you're only making a little progress, aren't you?

Slutton and Duranell can't help but leave.

Ignore the shabby Luirala at last.

I face Listeer and Master Celice, who have walked over. [M]

The Phoenix of Fire was still walking around the area, not extinguishing.

It looks kind of like a strange creature.

"Listeer, Dear Celice. Thanks for your help."

"No, this is the one who saved me"

"It was amazing. Isn't that the old man's trick?

"Yeah."

Master Celice can manipulate dragon qi, so I'm sure he realized Mr. Zildo's technique was dragon technique.

But I don't know how to introduce Mr. Zildo.

Mr. Zildo is a dragon tribe. But he hid and lived secluded near this northern fort.

But I guess I can't say it lightly. [M]

Troubled, the next visitor showed up.

The inner gate of the northern fort, which housed the soldiers in the gap where we were fighting and was tightly closed. It opened slightly and several soldiers rushed over here.

Hmm?

I look familiar to a man running the lead.

But I'm not wearing armor like the soldiers around me. Somewhat light playman-style outfit.

I wonder why such a thin looking man brought soldiers out of the fort.

Again, I see a man running in the lead.

Grey hair. It's the second one, but it looks so mild with a beard or a thin grin. But his physique is more disappointing than that of a soldier, with a thick straight sword down his hips.

"Ooh, boy!

He looks at me and screams in a light tone.

Digging up memories and evoking the names of men rushing over.

"Ah. Mr. Ludriard."

"Ah. That's terrible, boy."

If we get closer, we'll know it's a giant body.

Contrary to the mild signs, it also entails an atmosphere similar to intimidation that cannot be unleashed by just soldiers.

Yeah, more than intimidation, maybe a sign of elegance and dominance like standing above people.

A gentle greeting is returned to Mr. Ludriard, the man who arrived with a flickering wave.

Mr. Rudriard and I met last year.

The case of the pseudo-dragon tribe and the pseudo-brave man involved in the way you went with Luiseine. It was Mr. Rudriard who took care of him then.

At that time, yet, this man was captain of a patrol guarding the streets, wasn't he? But I'm sure something was coming from the National Army.

Then it's not strange to pack it in a northern fort.

But I'm not wearing any armor.

And the few soldiers who refrained behind him behaved like his men.

"I'm not a kid. More than that, you just joined the National Army last year and you already have a subordinate? Aren't you born early?

"Ha. Surely it was rude of you to be an active boy earlier. Besides, when I say boy or boy forever, the scared lady of that time is going to beat me to death."

Mr. Ludriard scratches his back of the head and laughs delightfully.

"E, ernea......"

"Mr. Ernea..."

As usual, it's kind of light. And as we burst in and laughed at each other, Listaire and Lady Celice made me pull my face and poke at me.

"Elnea, do you know who that person is..."

"Mr. Elnea. When did you and your brother know?

"Ha, Listaire. This is Mr. Ludriard, the former patrol captain. I knew him last year. But now, the National Army pulled me out. It feels so light, but maybe he's really a great guy. But I didn't know. Mr. Rudriard is Master Celice's brother, isn't he... eh!?

Dear Celice, What did you just say?

Brother?

Master Celice is the Fourth Princess of the Kingdom of Arms. My oldest daughter is Ufi and my second daughter is Nina. Sefina, whom the three women met earlier.

But on top of the four sisters, there are two princes, right?

The eldest son, Prince Wang, is waving his hot arm in the vice capital...

My second son...

gibberish. Looking up at Mr. Rudriard in an unwieldy motion like rubbing rusty iron against each other.

At some point, Mr. Rudriard had a mean grin.

"Have I missed my name? My sisters are always taking care of me. I'm the second prince. I have now changed from being the Chief of the Patrol Corps to serving in the general position of the Royal National Army."

"Hih."

Le, mr. rudriard is the second prince, general of the national army......

I was opening my mouth gently to a terrible person...

Old Sleighsta or Mr. Ashel. Giant demon king. I've been dealing with the immeasurable, and I think I have more tolerance for such beings than anyone else.

Even in front of the Demon King, we can talk normally.

I have also met with the king of Armuad and the king of Jortenithos. Even then, there was usually no whimsy.

But I knew that beforehand. The person in front of you is the greatest person in the country. I could stand it because I treated him knowing he was the king who controlled the country.

But before I knew it, I dealt with the prince, and besides, I had a light response.

Ahhh......

What have I done? [M]

Aww, and in a hurry, Mr. Rudriard laughed lightly again.

"No, never mind. Me and the boy. It is also a favorite of my sisters. I don't care what you do now."

I don't care if they say so.

If I had a twin princess on my side, I would have relied on her, but she's not here.

So I had no choice but to pull the hem of Master Celice's clothes and beg her to help me.

"Hehe. Brother Ludriard looks like this, and you really don't have to worry about it"

That's what Lady Celice told me, but the listeer on the side remains a changed attitude, isn't it?

Have you noticed my gaze, Master Celice, look at Listeer once.

"My brother is a lazy man with little or no government. That's why I hardly ever get to see Listeer. I don't have a choice."

"Series. I hope you don't say something terrible about it. But, well, that's the way it is. Take it easy, Listeer."

Pomp, and Mr. Ludriard slapping Listea on the shoulder.

I'm sure Listeer's reacting correctly. Even though you are a brave man, if your opponent is royal, you have to be right and respectful.

The street will be fine until now. Even if they say so, there are occasions when that's not the case.

Anyway, behind Mr. Rudriard, the soldiers are holding back.

It must be something to be a Kingsguard knight to be serving the side of someone who is a prince and a general.

And from above the fort and elsewhere, many soldiers looked down on this one.

It may be later now, but I'm trying to get myself right.

"Ernea, don't really care. Instead, I have to respect you better."

"What?"

I wonder why Mr. Rudriard needs to honor me.

In response to my questionable gaze, Mr. Rudriard somehow turns his gaze to Mr. Zildo.

"Dear Jild, I apologize for the delay in greeting you. Thank you on behalf of Your Majesty for your help this time."

"Eh!

I wasn't the only one surprised. Even Listea and Selice are surprised.

What do you mean?

"Hey. Don't worry about greeting Non. I let you see some interesting interactions."

Mr. Zildo grins delightfully as he strokes his white beard.

As I leaned my neck, Mr. Zildo told me himself.

"Well. Who is Noon, was it? Lady."

Speaking of which, how do I introduce Mr. Zildo? That was the story.

"Non is a dragon tribe jild. I usually take care of their royalty in the King's City. And occasionally, I teach a lot to royal boys."

"Series, I'm sorry to keep you quiet. I can't tell a princess who's leaving the daughter-in-law family. Royal men have been guided by this Jildo for generations and have acquired dragon art. Well, I've been exposed to the twins, and I'm in big trouble."

What a factual discovery...

Me and Lady Celice are surprised and look at Mr. Zildo.

"That's why the royal family owes it to Master Zildo. And Elnea. I assume you are the successor to Master Zildo and an official apprentice. Then as royalty, we can't take you lightly."

We just had the basics guided. But as a disciple, I taught dragon art correctly.

So, Mr. Ludriard, I'm going to put in an explanation that I'm a very important person for the royalty, too.

I didn't know.

I was still immature when I met Mr. Rudriard, and I hadn't even met Mr. Zildo.

But then, in the process, I was unknowingly blinded to the royal family.

"Dear Ludriard. It's time..."

Mr. Rudriard and Mr. Zildo laugh with pleasure. Me and Lady Celeste are on the verge of shock. As Listeir watched as she was taken aback.

The soldier behind me sounded sorry.

"Right. It's not like you're fooling around here."

Mr. Rudriard's atmosphere narrows down, which has been a mild sign so far.

"Dear Gildo, And Ernea and the Brave Listaire. Could you please help me with the crisis in the kingdom of Armuard?"

Mr. Ludriard sees us with sincere eyes.

"We need that overwhelming power that does not take the Demons for granted."

"Of course it is. That's why we're here!

I can't get my hair in for a while and Listea snorts vigorously. Master Celice also took a firm look at his brother, Mr. Ludriard, and vowed to cooperate with him at all costs.

Mr. Rudriard and Mr. Zildo's gaze is directed at me not responding.

"No matter how powerful we are, in front of the demonic army, we have water on the burning stone, right?

"Regardless, I understand that much. But even one man needs a lot of power in his current armor."

"Yeah, I don't think Mr. Rudriard knows the truth yet."

To my denial, the soldiers behind the signs just a little rougher. But the next thing I said, I felt so pale I could lose my mind. [M]

"There are about 10,000 demonic armies about to approach from the hunting grounds of the Fei Long. But more than 10,000 more from the west. Thousands of dead spirits have sprung from the southern ruins."

"Become..."

"A total of less than 30,000 demons from the three sides..."

This fact clouded not only Mr. Rudriad and the soldiers, but also Mr. Zildo.

"If we work hard here, we won't keep the king's capital."

"But... then what..."

"Mr. Ludriard. So trust me. And help us."

"Ernea. What does that mean?

I took Mr. Rudriard's hand, which raised a question mark, and I ran to the fort. Listeers follow them behind them, like they don't know why.

Words will not convey my heart. [M]

So, it's forceful, but I'll take Mr. Rudriard for a run.

Dive through the inner gate of the fort and drive up the stairs to the high walls. The soldiers saw what was going on with us.

He blames me for pulling Mr. Rudriard, pays off some soldiers trying to block the way, and proceeds to the roof of the fort.

And I saw a hunting ground for a flying dragon stretching north.

"This is..."

"Oh no..."

Listaire and Lady Celice complain about the scene of Fei Long's hunting grounds.

Northern part of the hunting grounds of the Fei Long. There was a black shadow spread out there.

Shadows that wickedly pollute the hunting grounds of the Fei Long. Ten thousand demonic armies, led by Yarn the Great Evil Ghost, were finishing their formation. And then we go in and out.

Aim for this fort that stands in the south.

The drum sounds. The whistle sounds. An evil sound inspiring the Demonic Army blasts into the hunting grounds of the Fei Long.

Shit. Shit. and blood draws from the soldiers defending the fort into a march aligned with the footsteps that tremble the earth.

"Dear Ludriard, what the hell...?

"No, I don't know what it is either..."

It was the brunette giant General Teisenal who spoke to Mr. Rudriard.

General Tayzenal alternates between the Northern Demon Army and us, confused.

Mr. Rudriard tried to ask me if I was in just the same trouble.

"Shit."

But I block the words of those around me who are confused and sharpen their minds.

To a sharpened hearing, the marching sounds of the Demon Army echo the ear barrier. The sound of the cold wind blowing down from Dragon Peak can be heard slightly.

But what I want to hear is not the sound that comes to my ears.

Clarify your mind and turn your consciousness north.

"We're almost there."

"You'll make it."

There was a wind voice in my heart, not in my ear.

I open my eyes and gaze north.

No. A little more west than north.

The rugged mountains of Dragon Peak.

Caught in my gaze, everyone looks northwest.

"I'm here!

The sky of Dragon Peak was covered in a different shadow than the gray clouds.

And to this fort far away, an ambitious roar reaches.

Demon March stopped.

As I warned against the shadows that emerged from the northwest sky, I see a rush in the army of demons.

All the people in the fort, including Mr. Rudriard and Listeir, were staring at the hunting grounds of the Feilongs.

At the end of everyone's gaze.

The shadow that emerged from Dragon Peak struck the Demon Army without hesitation.

It emits dazzling rays, rains flames, storms and madness.

A small shadow separates from the large shadow dancing in the sky and storms into the demonic armies on earth.

A fierce battle began between the Demon Army and the shadows from Dragon Peak ahead of the fort people who did not understand what was going on.

"What the hell..."

Mr. Ludriard stares at the battlefield.

Shadows that rule the sky and strike demonic armies. From among them, one large shadow and several small shadows proceeded this way.

"It's the Flaming Emperor!

Someone screamed.

Fear spreads among the soldiers who stared at the war.

But I kept staring into the northern sky at the rushing soldiers.

The great shadow increases in redness as it approaches. And gradually make the contours clear.

It was a red lotus flying dragon.

Four wings, large and small, roughly cleaving the sky.

An unparalleled look with four sharp eyes.

A flying dragon that swims a giant body into the sky and flies straight for this one. That was Revaria, who broke up in the morning.

"Dear Ernea, thank you for waiting!

Standing upright on Levaria's back, Lila waves at me.

"Whoa, you made it!

And a small shadow. It was the Dragon Kings.