We Live in Dragon’s Peak

If you fly in Revaria, the King's Capital sky is an instant distance. Shortly after flying the northern fort, the western fort had already come into view.

"Hey, Ernea, I knew you were terrible."

"Too bad. You followed me."

Looking back from inside Revaria's hands, Luilara was also on Revaria's back as a matter of course.

Lyla looks back in surprise.

This demon tribe. I have personality issues, but aren't my abilities amazing? It will withstand the blow of my whole body, and it will get in before I even notice Levaria's back.

My personality sucks, but maybe that's near the Demon King of the Giants.

Revaria looks back at Luirala, who has boarded without permission, and glances at him. But you decided it was silly to deal with him, too, and you put your gaze back forward.

Let's mimic Revaria. Not now if you're dealing with Luilara. That said, I'll leave the move to Revaria. I can only wait to reach the west fort in the hands of Levaria. [M]

A view of the King's capital under his eyes that flows in an instant.

Looking down from the sky, I realize that more dead spirits are invading the king's capital than I thought.

The Necromancers did not appear to be in command, and were rampaging around individually and in small groups.

"Dear Ernea, the King's Capital..."

The appearance on the ground clouded Lyla's expression.

"Are the people of the King's capital safe?"

Lyla's anxiety tells me I'm sure I'll be fine.

"The Wang capital was originally created in anticipation of the arrival of the Fei Long."

During the Fei Long hunt, which takes place every few years. An upward flying dragon may descend south and strike the Wang capital. But that's not all. To the north lies the hunting grounds of the Feilongs. It is rare that dragon tribes of ferocious character or flying dragons who could not find bait raid the king's capital.

As a result, several defensive equipment exist in the Wang capital to prepare for the arrival of the Fei Long. Robust fortifications whose very essence exists in the north and west.

The fortifications are connected by thick exterior walls, where resilient soldiers are stationed.

That's what's helping the Demons invade this time, but the original role was built to accommodate powerful external enemies like Fei Long and Ground Dragon.

By the way, the eastern and southern outer walls and fortifications with few threats from external enemies have decayed over the years, to the extent that some remnants now remain as ruins, right?

gossip.

In addition to the defensive measures installed on the outside, such as fortifications and exterior walls, the Wang Capital has various ideas.

Off some of the major roads, the streets are stretched beneath the eyes as if the buildings were untouched.

But this is actually a planned thing.

It is impossible to decide to run and escape against a flying dragon flying freely around the sky at high speeds like Revaria. So it complicates the placement of the building and is serviced to allow numerous blind spots when overlooked from the sky. There are also reasons why it is easier to escape from a flying dragon even if it is found and escaped, but it is easier to escape finely to the left to the right.

But Fei Long is ferocious and strong.

Even if you're running around a trail like a mesh. Even if you're hiding in the blind spot of the building. There's nothing you can do about being destroyed and stripped of their appearance.

Even the people, that's about what I realize.

So.

There were many underground shelters in various parts of the Wang capital.

Buildings protruding from the ground could be destroyed, even if that would be a robust fort.

But if it's underground. Besides, if it had been designed and installed so that I didn't know the entrance.

That's right. The Fei Long won't be able to get his hands on it.

By district. Or neighborhood. Households that can afford money have underground shelters set up for each house. And in some cases, underground shelters are connected to each other in the aisle.

Plus, food and other stockpiles are compulsory, so they can withstand some long wars.

Although this time it was a demonic raid, not a Fei Long raid. These usual preparations work, and the damage done to the inhabitants of the Wang capital is contained.

I can assure you so.

To this day, it is the Necromancer Army that is rampant and prominent on the ground. But people can only be seen in neglect. Moreover, the general public was blind to what its neglected people were adventurers, brave residents, and soldiers guarding each district.

To my explanation, Lila strokes her chest down with relief.

"But if any more demons come in, you don't know when they'll find shelter. We have to hurry up and get rid of the demons."

"I'll do my best."

"Yeah. Thank you."

"Elnea, I'll do my best."

"No. Louis Lara's a grown-up."

"Terrible."

Even while the words are exchanged, Revaria flies to the west fortress.

Even if I use the space jump to run, I'm only blunt-footed in front of Levary's flight speed.

I was wondering if you would leave the holding you were asking for, but this would allow you to return to the Fei Long hunting grounds again soon.

Thank you, Revaria.

My gratitude, however, was to be conveyed to Levaria in a different spirit.

With the dull sound of the King's Capital sky trembling, I sense the anomaly of the fortress in the west.

Heavy soil smoke had been raised and parts of the fort had collapsed.

I wonder if the Demons have arrived already. Besides, the fort was suddenly broken.

"Master Ernea, there!

Next, I notice a painting anomaly in the West End with Lyla screaming.

"Why are you out there!?

In the corner of the street, the inhabitants being attacked by a small group of dead spirits were seen from the sky.

Two simultaneous crises.

What to do.

I just think about it for a second.

And to action.

"Revaria, take me to those residents' places. Lyla and the others, when they drop me off, head for the west fort!

"Yes!

At my behest, Revalia moves instantly. Change direction on steep swirl and fly to the Necromancer who is still trying to strike the inhabitants.

I give you a rough growl.

Necromancers notice in their roar at Revaria, who have assaulted from above. The movement of the Necromancers stopped at the very force of Revaria.

For us, that moment alone was enough time.

Having descended to low altitude, Levaria loosens the power of her hands. I left Levaria shortly afterwards and jumped in space.

In the next moment, it was interrupting between the inhabitants who were being attacked and the Necromancer.

Levaria soars when she leaves me, quickly pointing her way to the western fortress. And he feathered four wings, large and small, and flew away.

I'm glad Levaria helped me get around.

My feet will never make it to the crisis in the west fort. [M] And because I was flying in the sky, I was able to discover the inhabitants who had been attacked a little further away.

Thank you, Revaria.

I thanked Levaria in my heart for flying away.

And he unleashed the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree, and confronted the dead spirit.

The Necromancer is slightly delayed in recovering from the Levary intimidation and in realizing my presence, which has shifted with a spatial leap.

I was slaughtered by the Necromancer without hesitation. He leaps into a small group of dead spirits in an unexpected manner and squeezes them away at once.

The White Sword severs the ghost and the Necromancer knight in front of it, and the leaves of the Spirit Tree chop up a wide range of Necromancers.

Necromancers who can be wolfed by the battle that suddenly began. But it's too late. The sharp purification of the dragon sword dance that began to dance swallows the Necromancers.

Delayed Necromancers can't even be in the hands of dragon sword dancers. Defeat the Necromancer unilaterally.

But there are many. Though a small group, I cannot attract all the necromancers by myself. The cunning neckless knight waved down his fierce blade to the frightened inhabitants, not to me, but to the side of the road.

"I won't let you!

Deepen your consciousness as you slaughter and lay down the front corrupter.

"It's up to you"

Of course it was Ares who responded to my consciousness.

When Ares appeared among the inhabitants, he prevented the knight without his neck from striking in the Spirit Tree junction.

Ares isn't in the book yet. I don't have the dragon air from me, and I don't have the spiritual power from Priscia. I had the ruins labyrinthed first in that condition.

I know that a cheerful atmosphere is a backbone and that it is finally a condition to manifest itself.

Previously, Priscia and I had broken up and disappeared because of it.

"Thank you."

"Hang in there, hang in there"

To thank me, Ares laughs adorably.

Ares' adorable smile melted only a little of the hearts of the inhabitants, who were being attacked by the Necromancers and solidified by fear.

That said, ordinary people. Some people are frightened by the situation in front of them and some are crying.

I wonder why there are residents here. Why didn't you flee to the shelter?

Some questions arise, but we need to do something about the Necromancer first.

We can't let the Necromancers turn to the residents and Ares any further. Activates the storm dragon technique and forces the surrounding Necromancers to attract them.

He is entangled in a swirling dragon qi and slashes down the Necromancer who draws me to the center point.

I don't know what to do now. [M]

A white sword that regains its transcendent cleavage breaks thick armor, shields and swords like pieces of paper, giving the knights of the Necromancer real death.

It is no exaggeration to say the power of life. A wooden knife of a spirit tree that fully wraps dragon qi purifies ghosts and evil spirits.

The leaves of the Spirit Tree were disturbed, preventing attacks from blind spots and sweeping away enemies outside the blade range.

Titty. And Ares clapped her hand and praised me.

Soon after I realized, the signs of the Necromancers had disappeared from my surroundings.

Exhale and visually check the surrounding conditions.

No Necromancer seems to be lurking in the shadows of the building. Above, a Feilong knight, who noticed the commotion, was rushing to support me. But when he recognized that I was the one fighting on the ground, he said, 'What is a dragon king?' and shook his tail and left.

Confirming that the disturbance has subsided, I rush to those who are still gathering and consolidating on the side of the road.

"Are you all right?

It was not a comfortable situation to say so.

Residents looking at each other on the side of the road and frightened. I know enough that fright is against the dead spirit who attacked me and not towards me who rushed to rescue me.

But even now that the dead spirit had been wiped out, the inhabitants were filled with colour and fear and despair.

And it was the situation of one woman who bore the edge of despair.

One woman had fallen at the heart of the inhabitants who had gathered.

I can tell with one eye. Familiar outfit. Careful, the costume that truly represents the sobriety of its body belongs to the witch. But the belly of the falling witch was stained bright red.

A man leaning against a witch is sinking into grief with a sad look.

Men's outfits are also a far cry from some public fashion. This one is not familiar to me. [M] But I know. It's a costume worn by the priest.

A middle-aged cleric was kneeling in front of a witch who was wounded.

The inhabitants around them also pay attention to the witch and are grieving at the departure of the crisis.

Just look at it and you'll see. Busty bleeding. Weak enough to distort your face in agony but not even leak your voice. I can tell my life is still preserved by the slight chest up and down, but that light was about to go out soon.

Witches also look about middle-aged. Among the beauty are carved wrinkles that age.

But I lost my blood from all over my body, and my pale, distressed expression was generating sorrow and despair around me.

"Thank you, boy"

A priest who says thank you to me. [M] But my heart is not for me. [M]

To the witch who fell beside him, the priest's heart was always directed.

I wonder if it's a couple.

Clergy people often marry priests. He looks close to his age, maybe a couple for sure.

The clergyman faced at the death of his companion and was sinking at the bottom of his grief.

Clerics can't use magic.

Magic is a miracle business that can only be used by baptized witches. No matter how virtuous, no matter how harsh the training, the clergy will not be able to meet the magic.

So this priest has no choice but to watch his wife, the witch, die like this.

Neither did the inhabitants around them have the joy of being swallowed up by the awkwardness and grief of having no help to help the beloved witch, and that they were saved.

But I'm not.

You can't beat pity, or the witch's death isn't some other HR thing.

I can help. [M]

If there is still a slight flame of life in the witch, there is hope.

Of course I can't use magic, and I can't do miracles.

But I have help. [M]

Having seen the witch's situation, I enter among the inhabitants without hesitation.

The inhabitants are young and old, people of all kinds. The inhabitants stare at me with strange eyes.

I wonder who I suppose I am when I suddenly descend from the hands of a horrible flying dragon and ravage a dead spirit.

But right now, I can't let that happen.

A middle-aged man dyeing himself in despair but trying to behave correctly as a cleric. She tries to thank me for her temperament, but I can't get my knees up. The cleric awaits my arrival as I wet my knees in the bright red fountain made by the fallen witch.

What is this boy trying to do? I wonder what they think.

But still, not if it's okay with that.

I sit down beside the witch. And I took the little pot out of my nose.

I nod confidently that I leave it to the nervous looking cleric to do what I'm willing to do.

Then he opens the small pot and reveals the contents.

A high viscosity liquid similar to the ointment was applied to the witch's abdomen without hesitation.

You've had similar experiences before.

This is the second time I've applied this secret medicine to a witch with an abdominal injury.

You were Luiseine at first.

With that in mind, apply the secret medicine "snot panacea" to the wound.

I can tell by the feeling it conveys to my hand.

The wound, which had just been torn apart, pushed my hand away and regenerated.

I can't turn the witch's clothes even though it's a cure, so I'm inserting my hands into my clothes. So I don't know visually, but I did find that the wound was disappearing.

The witch's anguished expression loosened.

priests and residents who cloud their faces all the time.

But I want you to feel safe. I'm not dead. The pain in my wound disappeared and I was relieved of the pain.

As the voice of my heart stood, the witch whose anguished expression had disappeared had returned to her weak but regular breath.