We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Next year, in Wangdu. With that in mind, we broke up with Listeer.

I want to talk a lot more. I want to do a lot of things with you. But time is finite, and my personal aspirations alone can't prolong Old Sleighsta's worries.

Or if you're really worried about dragon forests and spiritual trees, you're going home on a space transfer without fumbling around and seeing the mountains.

"You're awful."

"Right. Lily thinks so too."

Nodding among ancient species of dragon tribes that are likely to become new mentorships.

Hmm, it's an early and friendly atmosphere.

I wonder if Old Sleighsta has anything to think about when it comes to substitution? As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather be a lily than a dragon my successor doesn't know.

"It will be. We don't hide out right away. You just have to take the time to get rid of the obsession and get to know each other. My little girl and I are both ancient dragon tribes. There's plenty of time."

If you look at it from a human race for decades, it will take you longer than a lifetime to replace it slowly.

You don't have to worry about little beings like me. [M] The Sleighsta olds have plenty of time. Besides, given the character of Old Sleighsta and Lily, it's unlikely to be a sinister relationship.

"There are no ancient species of dragons to such an extent that people worry about each other. The role of guardian is noble to us."

When Mr. Ashel said that, you know, he was stabbing Niemia with a nail.

Niemia will have a guardianship role someday too, won't she? I hope the days spent with us at that time are important experiences and memories.

"Why do you smell like an old man?"

"Isn't that good? If I thought I could meet Listaire, I'd say goodbye again soon, and I was just a little bit in the middle of loneliness. Oh, I wonder if the year will soon come and Spring Day will come"

"Hmm?"

To my words, Luiseine leaned her neck over Revaria.

I wonder what's wrong?

"Ernea, could it be..."

Louiseine and the twin princesses looking at me like I'm in trouble.

I wonder what it is. Maybe I'm overlooking something important. The expression of the three of them had strongly conveyed the voice of their hearts about what they were saying.

"Mr. Ernea, I have a question. When will the year of travel begin and end?"

Mm-hmm. Mr. Louiseine, what's wrong with you asking me that question now? Isn't that decided?

"I can assure you that there is no answer to that except from the day of spring of the year when I turned fifteen to the day of spring of the year when I turned sixteen."

Answer with your chest up.

"That's a separation."

"That's pre-construction."

"What do you mean?

To the words of the twin princesses, this time I lean my neck.

"Mr. Ernea, remember me well. Did all of your classmates travel together on Spring Day?

"If you ask me..."

To be precise, when the ritual of proclamation, which takes place at the beginning of the year, some people embarked on a journey before spring, right?

You always have to leave your parents and be alone on Spring Day, but you can travel before Spring as long as the proclamation ritual is over, right?

To my explanation, three people snort.

"So. Whatever we are, Listeur, will someone traveling as far away as you guys be able to come home perfect for the next Spring Day?

"Mm-hmm. I guess that's a little hard. The journey dates depend on the weather, and the longer the distance, the less accurate it will be."

"Right. So since when is it good for us to finish our year of traveling based on error?

"What do you mean? You mean a good day to finish your journey and go home?

"Yes."

I roar when Louiseine puts me in trouble.

Speaking of which, I wonder if I can ever come back. I never suspected that the end was also Spring Day because the day of the trip is set for Spring. But like Luiseine said, those on the journey don't exactly get to come back that day, and those who endured the year while working don't necessarily get to go home perfect for Spring Day, depending on their convenience.

Thinking about it, maybe a day is set when you're allowed to go back to cutting something off, like when you're traveling.

But I don't know.

Whether you trace your memories or dig up your knowledge, you don't get answers to Louiseine's problems.

"... Mr. Ernea. I learned it in my class."

"Yep."

Oh, my God. I don't remember at all.

Everyone was laughing when they saw me disappointed and let down my shoulders.

"Hehe. The correct answer is, you can go back when the year's up. Exactly. The day after the new year, for example, is not to be praised. A typical guideline is to return by spring in a year of traveling."

"That means you'll see the Listeers again as early as after the new year!?

"Ernea, have you forgotten? Listeir, you said you'd finally be inside the Armored Kingdom before or after the new year."

"It was..."

"Hehe. How much do you like him?

Jealousy.

Mistral and Lyla were looking at me like I was in trouble.

"Well, Priscia travels too."

"Nanno-na"

"No, no, no. You've already been through a great adventure."

Priscia is nine years old in real life. But he looks about three or four years old. Niemia is about a hundred years old. But it looks like a kitten. Applying the long-lived girlfriends to the age of a human race is wrong. I have to compare it with my appearance and mental age. That would mean that Priscia and Niemia are still young.

And yet you've already experienced the same great adventure as us. There's no such thing as a journey.

"Coming Up"

Ares said something horrible about the rush.

Rejected!

Instead of the Demon Nation, I don't want any more adventures than a mayhem involving the Demon King or his presence on it. I refuse.

"It's no fun to have a good life."

"Don't stay with Grandpa. I love peace and peace."

"Where is the peace and tranquillity of those who destroy the capital?"

"Yeah, what like other HRs. It was Grandpa and Mr. Ashel who broke it."

"You're not going to listen to me. The bad news is the Titan Demon King."

"Uhm. That's the worst part"

Because you're not here, the ancient species of Naruto try to rub all the blame on the giant demon king. It's having a bad impact on the kids. I'm worried Lily won't grow up wrong.

"Lily's worried about Elnea, that you'll be the Demon King."

"Because it won't. 'Cause it's an absolute rejection."

What a continuing conversation.

Old Sleighsta flies west, fluttering as ever within the kingdom of Yortenitos.

The dragons seem to enjoy themselves. The Grounddragons run desperately. Some of the Dragon tribes were beginning to come out to give up their companionship.

Even if it stays, the King and I are making a commitment so that we can receive entertainment from the Kingdom of Yortenitos, so I guess we'll have fun and go home at this time.

As I was so relaxed and westbound, I could see a dazzling scaled wing dragon reflecting sunlight in the western sky.

The golden light dazzles.

Master Yugra.

Old Sleighsta had noticed the presence of Master Yugra long before me, and there were straight overlapping flight lines with each other.

"Long time no see."

'Dear Sleighsta, I am delighted to be able to fly the same sky again in this way'

Legendary dragons greet each other as they lag at high altitudes.

I wonder if it's the first time we've met in three hundred years, except for one hell of a reunion in King Arms' capital.

But somehow I can't feel room for Master Yugra. Philelle riding on Master Yugra's back is pale and can't afford to just exchange greetings here.

"Hmm. What do you mean?

There is no doubt that a situation has arisen in which even Master Yugra, not just Filrell, moves.

There is chest noise.

Did Old Sleighsta feel it wasn't just a matter, either, demanding the point without joking as usual?

'I'm sorry. While I'm leaving you... the dragon forest...'

To Master Yugra's upset voice, Old Sleighsta slurred her throat low as she grunted.

What the hell happened in the dragon forest?

The demon king of the giant is supposed to be giving me protection.

"You old bitch. Everybody, I'm in a hurry. You will come back slowly."

Say it. Old Sleighsta immediately began to work out his immeasurable dragon chi.

A golden 3D surgical ceremony appears in the sky.

"Dear Sleighsta, do you not need our strength?"

"The problem with the dragon forest is something I should bear. Enjoy your journey, which is rarely possible, without your concern."

Temporarily, but it was Old Sleighsta's will that left the place to guard him. It was also Old Sleighsta's final decision to leave the aftermath to the demon king of the old known giant. Yet if there is a problem in the Dragon Forest, it touches on the hold of Old Sleighsta.

The intervention of others touches pride.

No one is going to come about stubbornness to see if the Dragons and the Dragons can figure that out either.

Old Sleighsta, Mr. Ashel and Lily. And Leveria. Only we rode jumped into the three-dimensional light.

Transfer the space through light that you can't keep your eyes open. And the dazzling light subsided and opened my eyes. The visible dragon forest was mutated.

"Guru."

Old Sleighsta sounded his throat abominably.

Many cheers from the ground to old Sleighsta, the giant dragon who suddenly appeared in the sky.

Apparently, we've made a transfer over the King's Capital.

Everyone looked over and boiled down to see if the figure and activity of Old Sleighsta was too widespread for the inhabitants of the King's Capital ten days after that commotion.

And among the cheers of the people of the king's capital was the expectation that old Sleighsta would be able to quell the strangeness of the dragon forest.

"Ong, what the hell is this..."

Mistral was blubbering his face and staring at the dragon forest.

"Keep your head down and follow me."

Say it, Sleighsta. Old man flies to the Dragon Forest with care.

The dragon forest was covered in purple darkness.

More and more, the precipitated temper surrounds the entire forest of dragons, and the sacred atmosphere is lost.

It had already transformed into a demonic forest.

Like when Old Sleighsta was guarding him, the Devil's Forest had the art of straying. We break through the art of stray and go for Moss Square.

The dark temper is able to stand high in the sky, and I can't even see the spirit tree.

If the Dragon Clan hadn't been protected by the dragon's tense temper, we might have been cursed to death. That's how intense the temper is.

But for some reason, the forest trees don't seem to rot or wither.

Old Sleighsta seems relieved about that, too, but this temper is not all that matters.

With a nervous face, proceed through the woods you know on your own.

And finally, we arrived over Moss Square.

Old Sleighsta raises a roaring roar in heaven and descends vigilantly.

As he drew down his dark purple temper, two figures could be identified in the middle of the moss square.

"Big Grandma."

"Oh, no."

Priscia made a spatial leap without asking us to stop her. And he jumped into Grandma Yuri's chest, one of the people on the ground.

"Rosa, what the hell is this all about!

Old Sleighsta landed with a powerful voice, yelling at another figure, the giant demon king.

"What. That was fast. I hope you enjoy your trip a little more."

"The finish is ruined because of you. Explain."

Old Sleighsta rattles his throat low and intimidates the demon king of giants.

Grandma Yuri looked troubled and distanced herself from us holding Priscia.

"This is why the kid. I told you, I'll protect this forest and the Spirit Tree while he's away."

"But what is this temper!

"Those of you are mistaken. If the forest protected by the Yin and Yang dragons would be a mysterious forest that would combine hiding and yang, but if I, the Demons, were to protect me, it was only logical to stain the demons. It's a shallow preconception that everything in the world is holy and protected."

"Grungy"

The demon king of the giant, who does not even move into the old Thraigusta intimidation and answers with a clear face.

Even though they're old Sleighsta, they treat them like children in front of a giant demon king.

"Dear Sleighsta, I apologize. I'm the one who's lost..."

"Yuri?"

Apparently, it was Grandma, the Great Elder of the Ear Elders, who covered the forest with the art of stray.

Grandma had a longitudinal liquor pot in her hand. Look, there's a cup in the hands of the giant demon king.

I can't believe I let the elders of the Ear Elders have dinner...

"I understand the situation. I'm back. Then calm down. If there was any harm in the woods or in the spiritual trees, there would be no forgiveness for Rosa."

"Kuku. Only prestige was and still is good."

A giant demon king who laughs delightfully while drinking.

"We met thousands of years ago, including manipulating our temper in detail. I protect what needs to be protected."

A giant demon king demanding a replacement for alcohol from Master Yuri. Drinking, but I did lose my temper.

When the temper disappears, now Old Sleighsta applies a new technique to the whole forest. Then it quickly turned into the sacred air that I was accustomed to as usual.

"I still shouldn't have left it to the old lady"

Old Sleighsta fell asleep in the moss square, as if he had fallen asleep.

It was Sleighsta, not me, apparently, who made the mockery and the punishment hit him.

Old Sleighsta, who had been intercepted, was rare, and we laughed face to face.