We Live in Dragon’s Peak

As usual, I woke up from the debilitation ten days after much more time and days had passed than usual. Whether that's good or bad, it was good for me. It was bad for everyone. Sounds like it will.

The morning I woke up from the top of my bedding with a body full of tiredness, like I didn't know if I was tired of sleeping or if the debilitation was still there. That was already after the end of the aftermath of some sort of post-war processing.

In conclusion, it seems that the dragon kings ran off as representatives of the great and twin princesses of the kingdom of Yortenitos, as well as the Dragon Peak Alliance, as they did last time.

The damage to the Royal Yortenitos Army was about two thousand dead. Approximately 10,000 people were injured. Seen in the damage to the scale of the war, it seems to be a very high number. But considering that the target was a demon, there was also the possibility of total annihilation, so from the Kingdom side, is this the number of your word? I don't know.

In the Dragon Peak Alliance, there are twelve warrior casualties of the Dragon Nation and fewer than a hundred wounded, which simply means fewer than a hundredth of the people. Once again they were shown to be superior in their abilities.

The victory festival seems to have been very exciting.

Me?

I'm not in. [M] Because I fell asleep until just now because I was weak.

Was it a major battle for the survival of the country, so we needed a celebration as soon as possible? I have to work a lot of soldiers in the battle. So they celebrated with only those who could participate.

Argumentative merit awards, etc., will be with you later.

Formal ceremonies and the like were also then, otherwise the general processing was already over.

The processing involving these countries was carried out solemnly, and there was nothing like me sleeping in my mouth now. [M]

Well, I don't think there was anything particularly helpful about these things because I'm ignorant when they told me to join them.

If you insist.

"Come on, Priscia. Shall we go out?"

"Yay!

I held Priscia and took care of her while she was asleep.

"Elnea, don't wait."

"Master Ernea, His Majesty King Joltenitos would like to see you."

"Elnea, good luck. I want you to work for us."

"Elnea, I want you to work for us."

"Mr. Ernea... Madeleine is here for you."

I can't hear you. I can't hear you.

I have to thank the old Sleighstas first. Anyway, if it weren't for the dragon trick of Sleighsta's old metastasis, we wouldn't all have made it.

So when Neemia grew up, me and Priscia traveled to the east sky. It's my fault that everyone on Revaria is coming after me from behind.

"I don't care what happens later."

"I don't know either."

"I don't even know Priscia."

Niemia's flight speed remains the same. At once the detached palace, which was near the Wang capital, is invisible, and the eastern border of the kingdom of Jortenitos approaches.

Goldba-led demon army and we fought near the eastern border. It was a plain near where the fort dotted.

It's a variety of past forms.

On the eastern side of the fort where it was based, the plains were originally spread. They had an unexplored eastern Great Forest ahead of them...

East land reached on Niemia's back. There was a huge lake and a deep, depressed forest surrounding it.

A little further east, you can see the woods like the Great Forest, but there's no place on the plains.

And inside and outside the depressed forest, the faces that were the lords of the Dragon Peak alliance, such as the Flying Dragon and the Ground Dragon, were thoughtfully generous and became the Dragon Forest in a different sense.

"You know what? Grandpa and Auntie are in the woods."

"Mothers are pulling."

By Priscia's aunt, I mean Mr. Ashel.

After the battle. He ordered the Dragon King to handle the war, and Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel pulled into the woods created by the Spirit, Listeir and me.

Probably annoyed people and dragons coming to expose themselves to the public or meet them.

The forest is somewhat close to the dragon forest atmosphere because Old Sleighsta puts the art of stray deep.

Several dragons and people went to see him, but he couldn't reach old Sleighsta.

But Niemia gently breaks through the art of stray. Shortly after I felt a change in signs like I had reached a moss square. Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel's giant, not hidden in the trees, appeared in the heart of the forest.

Old Sleighsta was back to his usual black, glossy body.

"Good Morning"

"Mm-hmm. That was a slow wake."

"The noisy ones are here."

There's no open place for me to land. So I'm sorry, Niemia, but I'm going to rip down the trees and land. Me and Priscia went down to the ground and said hello.

Revaria, who arrived late, mimics it. Everyone came down from Revalia's back and I was caught by Mistral. [M]

"Come on, what are you running from?"

"I was there. 'Cause if you're there, it's going to be a lot of trouble..."

"For we have seen such a terrible thing in our eyes, so bear with us."

"I don't know what's hard for me."

"Even so, we have to do what we can."

"Is there anything I can do?

"You mean this forest and the lake? And then there's the explanation for Ong and everything."

"Didn't Mistral explain grandpa or something?

"I'm doing it for once. Everyone wants to hear from you."

"I wonder why that is?

"Hehe, because this group of representatives is not me or the dragon kings, but you"

"I represent..."

"That's right. In character, you're the boss, but the representative is you. So it is your duty to officially introduce you and Master Ashel to the kings of this country."

Well, Mistral's right.

King Joltenitos' ancestors and Old Sleighsta have connections, and I wonder if we should engage the current king.

Everyone from the Dragon and Dragon tribes gathered around the forest should actually want to be cordial with Old Sleighsta.

Is it my job to pull the old Sleighsta out of the woods? [M]

"Trouble."

I sighed that Mr. Ashel, who had read my thoughts, was sincerely disgusted.

Mr. Ashel hates men more than he hates people. The ancient capital that protects them is a place where only women live.

"Hmm, I'm not staying long. I can't leave Rosa with the Dragon Forest and the Spirit Tree forever. Let's just say we go home."

"Yep!

Until old Sleighsta, I started saying outrageous things.

"No, no, no. It was your grandfather who built the lake, so you have to say something to the king."

"Say what. You're the one who put the water up."

"It was your grandfather who dug the hole."

"Because I'm old, I don't remember"

"Remember!

What a dragon. Don't flatter yourself conveniently.

"Still, it's too much with the lake and the woods."

"Ugh."

Mr. Ashel runs into me and clogs my words.

Even though I left it to the momentum, did I overdo it?

From what I hear, the lake is filled with clean water, which is close to the kind of holy water the temple distributes? They're gradually diminishing their potency, but they're making a scene among priests about who I am, who produced clean water on a lake-by-lake basis.

With regard to the forest, too, the deep and harsh atmosphere was close to the dragon forest, creating noise over the creation of a new forest on the eastern side across the great river. Besides, more than people, the dragons were making noise.

Now that the faces of the Dragon Peak Alliance are in formation and forgiving, are you saying that the dragons want to give way, like the ones that lived in the northern mountainous areas?

I'm sure this forest and lake will be a new important hub for the kingdom of Yortenitos.

Hmm. Do you need my explanation for my profound involvement in the birth? I don't know if it's a hassle or how to explain it.

"It will be. Then you're going home clean."

Say it. Old Sleighsta picks me up when Mistral caught me.

"Come on, let's go home"

Mr. Ashel also catches every Priscia, the smaller Niemia.

And jumped out of the woods without question.

"Ahhh......"

The way Mistral sighs like trouble on the ground becomes smaller.

"Mr. Mist, I'm coming after you."

Everyone who gets their hands on Luiseine and rides Revaria.

"Are you..."

Revaria rises to the sky as fed up, but honestly.

Suddenly the junction of the woods was broken and Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel popped up, so the dragons who were lenient around them began to make noise.

"Everyone. Let's go home. Follow me."

'Oh, Master Sleighsta. Isn't return a metastasis'

"Mm-hmm. There's an amusement mountain. Let's fly home."

'That sounds interesting. Can I follow you?

"I don't know anyone who's late."

"Oh, wait... our dragons travel at about the speed of the flying dragons..."

"I would have said. There is an amusement mountain. We don't need to hurry. Only those who want to follow. Follow only those who follow."

"Well, I don't know..."

Ground dragons were falling apart disappointingly on the ground.

Kind of pathetic, isn't it?

"It will not be possible as a dragon tribe to casually deepen rapport in a place with a lot of people. Your labor will be upon your return to Dragon Peak. Ernea will do it right."

"Oh, that's the guardian of the Dragon Forest. I can tell you the story."

"Meat? Can you eat meat when you get back!?

"It's a night out in Elnea."

'That's good. Invite each dragon's home to stay.'

"Good excursion too."

"Travel around Dragon Peak is good"

"Yep, what are we all up to on our own!?

"You mean to ask me to go home first and take steps."

'I can't help it. Let's get you home soon.'

Goodbye.

I don't like it. I don't want to go home!

I wonder why. I feel like it would have been more peaceful to stay in the kingdom of Yortenitos and help end things with everyone.

"You may have forgotten, but the capital of the people who live over there is also disappearing, right?

"Oh, yeah!

Mr. Ashel points me out and reminds me of something I don't want to recall.

"The hard work is to keep it young."

"No, no, it was Grandpa and Mr. Ashel who wiped out the King's Capital."

"Say what. That's bad for the Demon King. 'Cause it lights up my daughter's nose."

I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home.

Could I have imagined a year ago that the day would come when I would hate treading on my homeland so much?

"Give up."

"Give up."

"That's heavenly punishment."

Levaria even told me terrible things.

Thus my rejection was heard, and the great march of the Dragons began.

Old Sleighsta was the only one who could follow me, what did he say, but there was nothing like flying at high speeds, and he really flew slowly through the sky like a spectacle amusement mountain.

With that said, it's also been hundreds of years since you've been out of the dragon forest like this or something. Well, that's what I'd like to enjoy the view outside.

"Um, guys. Have you forgotten about Lily?

Gracefully swimming the pitch-black giant from afar, Lily flew in.

"I forgot..."

"Ah, Ernea, you're terrible after all -"

Shit!

I groaned pompously, but it seemed to have reached Lily's ear.

"Well, so. Where was Lily?

"Lily's been touring the neighborhood a lot. I have to see and hear all kinds of things before I can be of service."

"Helpful?

"That's right. Elnea, besides Lily, you're close to all the dragon tribes of the ancient species, and you don't know what you're doing?

"Uhm. Don't you know that when you ask me?

"The Dragon Clan of the Ancient Species is responsible for protecting somewhere when they become Chenglong. Ancient capitals, spiritual trees."

"Oh, I see. You know what?"

Surely, if you ask me, Old Sleighsta protects the Dragon Forest or the Spirit Tree, and Mr. Ashel protects the ancient capital, right?

Does that mean that Lily and Niemia will also be dragons protecting somewhere when they grow up?

"Nyan protects her mothers and the ancient capital."

"So, what about Lily?

It was a casual question.

But when I heard Lily's answer, almost everyone who was listening was drained of his temper.

"What are you talking about? Lily is the next guardian of the Dragon Forest."

"Yeahhhhhh!!

The only thing that didn't surprise Lily's words was Old Sleighsta.