We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Good morning, Master Sleighsta"

"Hmm. You're always polite."

"Mnh-mnh, big grandpa. Can I climb?

You're always free. "

We exchange morning greetings, hugging Priscia trying to climb over Lady Sleigusta's head, as soon as she comes to the moss square.

The fresh air in the morning fills the entire moss square and washes your mind. Dragon Peak also has clear air, but dragon forests and moss squares are special.

After all, is it because there is a spirit tree?

Our gaze was directed behind the woods of ancient trees where nature and spiritual trees grew.

It has already been many days since you, Ernea, made your way to training under the Spirit Tree for your last trial of the year.

And today.

Last day of the year.

Will you come back, Ernea? [M]

"Dear Luiseine, I've got the kettle ready."

"Both of you, go with care"

"Priscia's going, too!

"Me too."

"Reammo."

"Nyah."

Yes, I was. Relax, Ernea. I'm not even waiting for you to come home. I'm busy today.

We must gather the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree that behaves at the New Year's Festival.

Niemia will grow up and Priscia will jump on there. Mr. Lyla goes to Reem's back.

So am I Fio?

Though the Dragon Clan, it is hesitant to ride on the back of a child's dragon. Are you all right, I worried, but I was told to spread my wings and leave it to me to be better.

Fio and Reem went up into the air forcefully when me and Lila rode on their backs.

Niemia will follow.

Lyla, do you still stand on Reem's back... she looks a little spicy flying.

Flying we approached the branches of the Spirit Tree that spread overhead.

Shizuku the Spirit Tree is a collection of morning dew gathered in the leaves of the Spirit Tree, etc.

Until I learned about Mr. Mist's transformed appearance, I had the question of how he was gathering morning dew from a far overhead spirit tree, but now I know.

You were flying and collecting.

That's certainly a secret way we can't show it, right?

That's how the fruit of the spirit tree would have been picked.

But knowing about Mr. Mist's other appearance allowed me to take on some of the roles she was taking on.

One of them is the task of collecting the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree in this way.

Today, we must collect more than usual, including what we give to the Ear Elders. Besides, I have to go back to Mr. Mist's village in the afternoon to get ready for the festival, so I'm busy.

So, Mr. Elnea.

You don't know until you get home soon, do you?

Me, Fio, Lila and Reem, and Priscia and Niemia split into groups to collect the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree.

Morning dew reaching a single leaf is insignificant, and it's hard enough to collect it enough to behave like a large crowd of people.

It would have been tough when Mr. Mist was collecting it alone.

Hard work, Fio wings and brings us closer to the limit to the Spirit Tree. And I stretched out my arms, and put the kettle under the leaves. Hey, and if you poke a leaf at the fingertips of those who don't have a kettle, you'll gather about a drop or two of Shizuku.

The pair of Mr. Lyla and Mr. Reem flow right or left. Swinging up and down.

Again, Mr. Lyla. Don't you have a problem standing on Reem the Child Dragon's back?

The pair of Priscia and Niemia looks like fun. I'm playing with Priscia Haha and Niemia flying around on her back. Mainly, I mean, it's Neemia who collects the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree almost alone, but she's in a good mood for it.

You're two really close.

I can't lose to these two groups.

Good luck collecting it.

On the ground, you can see Mr. Mist taking care of Master Sleighsta by untying his hair. The twins are doing a hair-repair for Master Ashel on the look of it, but it's only for fun. Master Ashel sighed like trouble.

Master Ashel says he's going to be over the year here after all.

"The Dragons don't have any special feelings for things like old age. Hundreds of times while you're alive, huh? Come on, I'm getting tired of it."

You said that, but Niemia was worried that this couple fight might have been more intense than usual.

Me and Ernea, will it come time for you to fight like this, too?

I can't imagine. I can always make a scene with half a joke or get angry with your accidental, Ernea, but it seems like there's just no fighting. Because he's always kind and cares about us.

I'm not coming back, Ernea. As I was gathering the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree thinking of you, it wasn't long before lunch.

"Gathered full?

"Yes, because Fio did her best."

Mr. Mist is waving on the ground, so we descend. And on the ground, I received a pot from Mr. Lyla and Niemia and matched it.

"So-so gathering."

"Mr. Lyla, what do you mean you're the least of them?

"I had a hard time flying."

We all blame Mr. Lyla as she labors Reem, who looks tired neatly.

"Yeah, you know... the..."

Shin, and Lyla, who gets smaller and reflects. Too much bullying is pathetic, and Reem is happy to say she had more fun than tired, so forgive her around here.

We gathered enough to fill two pots, so let's give one to the village of the Ear Long clan.

"Come on, let's go home after this. It's a banquet."

"Come on, let's go home and have a drink after this."

The twins, who only seemed to be playing on the ground, spoke well, and now they started getting mad at Mr. Mist.

"Isn't the place for the two of you to go home to the King's Capital?

"Mistral is terrible."

"Mistral is a ghost."

"I guess you guys are royal. I asked Ernea last year that royalty has events from the past?

"I'm not proud of it, but I've never been in it."

"I'm not proud of you, but I don't know what happened."

As a royalty, what about that...

When they say great with huge, violent breasts, even this one is going to convince me. But a princess would be a little more aware...

It must be because of these free-flowing personalities that we, the people of the kingdom of Armuad, do not know much about the faces of princes and princesses, including you, Ernea.

"Priscia is staying today too!

"I'm staying too"

"Reammo."

"Nyah."

A tough voice came down to a group of young children who raised their hands vigorously, though.

"Priscia is new in her village this year. I heard about selfishness last year, so be nice this year."

"Niemia is new here with me. What do dragons do when they're older with people?"

"New Year's Eve and other crap. Lehm and Fio are going home with me as usual."

Mr Misto and Mr Ashel and all the young people who have a desperate look on their faces at what Mr Revaria has said when he picks them up.

"No, no, no."

Mr. Mist catches Priscia with no questions asked, who shows a resolute rejection. Likewise, Niemia told Lady Ashel. Fio and Reem have been caught by Master Revalia.

"I want to go over the years with everyone."

"I'd like to see you over the years."

"Brother Ernea, don't be afraid."

Niemia asked for help towards the back of the woods of ancient trees. No way, Elnea, are you back?

Everyone's gaze was directed behind the woods of ancient trees where spiritual trees grow.

Sara, a cold, clear breeze passed between the ancient trees.

A slightly different atmosphere air before the new year. That may reflect our floating feelings, which preceded the once-a-year event of crossing the old years that pass and the new years that come.

For the first time since I was conceited, I will also be a new year outside of the temple's events. Besides, it's not among the people, it's a deep place in Dragon Peak, it's a new year with the dragon people.

It would be very nice if things were new to me and I could spend this night with you on this special day, Ernea, wouldn't it?

I'm sure they all stared at the back of the woods with feelings similar to mine.

……

At the end of our gaze, staring still, a shadow was created in the woods of ancient trees.

"... a deer."

To the words of Mr. Mist, we drop our shoulders with disappointment.

"Hmm. You don't seem to make it."

And to Master Sleighsta's relentless assertion, despair has spread.

"Ong..."

Mr. Mist is rare and stares at Master Sleighsta.

I know what you're trying to say!

If Master Sleighsta hadn't put out a trial for you at this time of year, it would have been a fun year for all of us, wouldn't it?

Elnea, you must have heard of the selfishness of Priscia and Niemia, too.

It was an outline of a favor, Ernea. Knowing that you would not return, the preschool group has fallen into more and more despair than the elderly.

How dare you, Priscia, cry woefully in Mr. Mist's arms.

Mr. Elnea, you make a scene even where you're not around.

You don't know if this whole commotion lasts until the beginning of the year, do you?

So please come back soon.

Behind the woods of ancient trees that look like a different color of air. I groaned so in my heart as I looked up at the Spirit Tree.

"You know what? Priscia stays awake all day. And watch the morning sun at the top of the mountain."

"It's the first time I've had a year without my grandfather."

"I've never seen anything like Ream before."

"To victory."

Everyone in the fleshy toddler group.

Oh, my God, I didn't know Mr. Mist would lose to Priscia's selfishness...

In the end, with Miss Mist giving permission for the new year, who was rooted in Princia who wouldn't stop crying, the whole preschool group decided to stay away from us then.

Mr. Misto went to the village of the Ear Long clan to apologize for keeping Priscia for the second consecutive year and deliver the Shizuku of the spirit tree he had just collected this morning.

And the rest of us, all of us, returned to Mr. Mist's village.

Then the banquet had already begun, even though it was only after lunch.

Let's do this because the New Year's festival didn't start before the sun set in the evening?

A drunk man in good shape has tried to touch my butt, so I restrained him with the spell of curse and threw him into the barn.

Usually the villagers on the journey return with plenty of souvenirs, and the travellers who were staying are returning to their villages.

As such, it is unusual in Mr. Mist's village, on this day when only a pleasant festival is held throughout the night within the confines of few guests.

Usually, the women prepare their meals, but the men only cook on this day so they can compete in their arms.

And a lively festival began with foods ranging from rare to exquisite female facial defeats and alcoholic liquors made of alcohol and dragon peaks that were obtained on the flat ground with one hand.

No, it had already started.

"Come on, you guys are in our good company, so enjoy yourselves."

With the exception of Mr. Mist, who has not yet returned home, Mr. Cornelia welcomed us to the banquet table.

Priscia and the others who decide to stay fly around in an upbeat mood and the twins sip strong alcohol with the adults.

For Mr. Lyla, how many years has it been since these noisy years?

We sat next to her in trouble about how to behave, and we both laughed bitterly.

Actually, I don't know how to make a scene either.

It's a festival because of it, so I want to enjoy it, but I don't know how to enjoy it. I have no regrets that I have lived my life correctly as a witch, but you have trouble when these things happen.

"Come on, young ladies. Don't hesitate."

"This is how the Dragons make foolish noises and get older. We won't be able to walk much in the winter, so we have to have fun when this happens."

Smile at those who care, and join Mr. Lyla in the banquet circle.

It's been a very difficult year, Elnea, but I was happy to be at your side.

I want to be happy again next year, no, forever.

It was a prayer of gratitude to the goddess who gave me a lovely destiny and to Ernea, who guided me, to mark the end of the year deep in Dragon Peak, where the sun began to set.

But we did not yet know.

I didn't know that was happening to Mr. Mist who wasn't here...