We Live in Dragon’s Peak

What the hell am I doing?

Demons are imminent. From the north across the robust fort, roar, roar of the flying dragon, fierce explosions and screams echo.

We ran and rushed to save the crisis of the king's capital and, in extension, the crisis of the people. And yet, what am I doing?

I can't go about the events that happen in front of me, I just stand unnecessarily. While I was stunned, the situation left me alone to move on.

What happened? Shortly after Duranell barked. A horrible red lotus-coloured flying dragon stripped out his fierce fangs just to see and hit Duranell.

All I could do was watch.

A giant flying dragon that only seems like a baby, such as Duranell, releases its intent to kill and approaches Duranell.

I couldn't do anything.

I felt Duranell's death intuitively.

I don't know what kind of interaction there was between the Dragons. I just found out that Duranell touched the red lotus-colored flying dragon's inverse scale.

It's over.

Duranell dies and I lose my dragon rider.

I'm not the only one. Everyone must have sensed Duranell's death.

It wasn't just me or Listea right now, not even the Golden Winged Dragon or the Prince of Yortenithos could move.

But.

Just one.

There was a man who interrupted between Duranell and the red lotus flying dragon.

Whoever was supposed to be in the corner of his sight until a moment ago was faster than blinking, and stood in front of his mouth, which, if it were so, was wide open with a red lotus flying dragon.

Every inch of it, my vision was shaking with a heat wave crawling out of the back of the Red Lotus flying dragon's throat.

"Revaria, no."

He who stopped the movement of the red lotus flying dragon in large letters. Elnea says with a glowing face.

How can you smile there?

If the Red Lotus Flying Dragon moves a little further and shuts its mouth, you'll become a piece of flesh, won't you?

Just give it a little heat, and it's gonna burn black, okay?

And yet, how can you stare at that horrible flying dragon with such gentle eyes?

Ido told me a long time ago. I heard from Keeli and Inea.

That cute little Elnea said she was working hard to get the title Dragon King sometime.

Dragon King.

That overwhelming violence, too. Ids with the kind of fighting power you can call it. The inflexible men who descended earlier and flew away immediately also said they were dragon kings.

And Ernea is one of them.

I heard the story and knew it. I was convinced that it was because ids and witches say so.

But I didn't really understand.

What is a dragon king?

Of the dragon tribes with much higher intelligence and flesh than the human race, I was not trying to see why I got that title as the only human race.

No, I was looking away.

Elnea's the Dragon King?

Then I can be made to obey as much as the Dragon Clan.

It was just a thought.

While returning from Yortenithos to Armaad, he failed again and again to try to teach Duranell with Ido's hand.

But I can't help it because they're dragon tribes. I thought next time, every time.

I couldn't teach, but I reunited with Ernea and proudly summoned her.

There's nothing you can do and I can't do. To make it look that way.

Well, of course, there was a part about looking ahead to the battle, but the primary purpose was to show off Duranell to Ernea.

But how about that?

Elnea as well as the twin princesses and even Louiseine made me laugh bitterly with the dragon.

Should I have noticed at this time?

Shortly after, I was stunned.

The Flying Dragon Knights flew in from the east. I learned the meaning of bitterness in the prestigious body of the pterodactylus dragon that has descended on its behalf. Furthermore, the black, lustrous other dragon that Ernea summoned from the shadows, like me, was a noble species that used the language of men.

And I should have seen and known Elnea, who comes in close contact with white peach colored dragons, black wing dragons and golden wing dragons who speak humanities.

Why did you pull out the Dragon Knight dagger that was stung in Duranell's neck? I should have thought of Elnea's words.

Now I was reminded when I saw Ernea smiling in front of the red lotus flying dragon stripping her ferocious fangs.

Ernea doesn't even suspect fine dust.

If you stand in between, the Red Lotus Fei Dragon stops moving. I am unwaveringly convinced that the Fei Long will never attack me.

What did Ernea want to tell me or Duranell?

He never gave an answer in his mouth.

But I've shown everything in action since the beginning.

The Dragons are not terrible beings. The person who can let the will go through. He glitters the dagger of the Dragon Killer attribute and is not like holding his life and threatening it.

If this one is being aggressive, it shows hostility over there as well.

That's the same thing with people. Ernea had shown in her own actions that even if her opponent were a dragon clan, she would be equally close to each other.

My stupidity was the reason I was reunited and showed off over and over again but I didn't realize it.

And now. He taught me all over his body that if we put our minds together and forged a deep bond, it would be an absolute trust with no changeover.

It looked like an electric shock ran all over my body.

Understood.

The Dragon King.

A man named Elnea the Dragon King.

Dragon Peak, which avoids even hand-worked adventurers being dangerous. He entered the Dragon Peak alone and became close to the Dragon Nation. He went through his heart with the Dragon Nation and climbed to the presence recognized by the men of Dragon Peak.

It wasn't just the cute Elnea I knew anymore.

That guy is the center of Dragon Peak. The center of the dragons. And he is the man who stands at the center of the Dragon Nation and the Dragon Kings.

It pained me to see the red lotus flying dragon quenching my anger at the mediation of Ernea.

I was wrong.

I was looking at Duranell as a thing. I was mistaken for a servant or a horse or something.

No, it's not.

Duranell may be a child dragon, but a proud species with much better intelligence and power than his people. I had such a high-pressure attitude towards my opponent. It's commonplace to be rebelled.

I want to vomit back to my values and thoughts, which are foolish.

"Uhhhh!

Elnea and the Red Lotus flying dragon to the sky that flew away, giving you enough roar to rip your throat open.

How much I have regretted my stupidity since I arrived in the King's capital.

Can you follow the Dragon Clan?

It's the ultimate in stupidity.

Dragon Knight?

Minutes are not appropriate.

A brave partner?

You think I'm such a fool?

I'm sorry about Listea.

I can't face Crescio.

I'm ashamed of my people.

"Slutton?"

Listaire looked at me like she was surprised.

"Sorry, Listaire."

Close your eyes tightly once and devour your teeth. And breathe heavily, exhaling to squeeze out all the chronic heart and stupidity.

"... Duranell"

Open your eyes and walk over to Duranell.

"I'm sorry. I was stupid. I'm sorry I tried to follow you."

Duranell hadn't recovered from the power of the Red Lotus flying dragon, or he just moved his eyes and looked at me.

I don't care about dragon knights anymore.

I have no weight or strength to follow Duranell. And there is no such thing as trust.

I was wrong.

"Forgive me. Dulanel of the Dragon Clan."

Keep your head down deeply. I can do it now, it was my best apology.

And it was just one wish.

"You don't have to forgive me. But please, just for now. Of the people, our country is in crisis. Could you help Duranell as a dragon clan?

People are powerless.

Even if the opponent was a junior demon, it's out of hand. No matter how hard the brave Listeur or we struggle, there are very few lives to save.

But Duranell isn't.

Duranell is a dragon clan. It is a race with more fighting power than the Demons.

So just for now. Can you help the people, please?

Stupid race. No, stupid me, but I have something to protect.

Families and companions. And beloved.

Help me as a dragon clan to protect many important things I can't grasp in the palm of my hand.

Deeply bow your head and plead.

What does Duranell think?

Are you mocking him for being convenient? Are you angry at your previous grudges?

I'm incompetent.

I can't communicate my will with the dragon tribe like Ernea.

I'm powerless.

If you don't rely on someone, you can't even protect what you want.

But that's who I am.

So plead. So eager.

This is the only sincerity I can show the Dragons.

But please, I want you to cooperate for the sake of the people.

As I bowed my head deeply and deeply and said my wish over and over again, something accidentally grabbed my clothes collar.

"Wow."

And, hey, I got thrown in the air.

Get in shape and land in a hurry.

There, it was Duranell's back.

Duranell roared at the sky like I did.

Somehow.

I could understand what Duranell's roar meant, not that I knew what I was going to do.

"Thanks......"

Bend in and gently stroke Duranell's back.

The unprecedented feeling of black scales came through my hands.

"Whoa, Slutton and Duranell are in the mood!

There, the voice of the girl I was used to hearing sounded fine.

"Namy! And Keeli and Inea. What's wrong with you all the way to Crescio!?

Rushing to the square in front of the northern fort were the girls of fellow members who were separated.

"What are you talking about? We're with the Listeners."

Listea, let me stay on your side.

"The Great Temple is fine. Louiseine's here."

"Not at all. Slutton's half a man without me."

Crescio's complexion was not yet fragrant. Still, I get motivated by the giggling girls.

"Duranell, I need a favor. Can you put Criscio on my back, too? He gets defenseless when he uses spells. Your back would be absolutely safe."

Guru, roaring Duranell walks over to Crescio's side. He pinched up a little surprise crescio with his mouth tip and put me on my side.

"Thank you."

I stroked Duranell's stiff scales again.

"Wow. Slutton can follow Duranell in a little while, huh?

"Ha. Beat it. I'm not following you. I'm asking you for a favor."

To my words, Namy, Keeli and Inea leaned their necks strangely.

"Heh heh. Ernea, you're not the only one."

Celice smiles watching over everything.

Dunno, and Crescio slapped me on the back silently, smiling happily.

"Come on, we're all set. Then it's time for us to get active too!

We brave men all give the roar of temper to Listener's chanting.

Cloudy clouds began to whirl spookily, and rough winds were heralding winter storms.