We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hmm, Priscia plays your mother. May is a child."

"Ha, ha!

"How much use are you in?

"Neemia is your father."

"Ugh..."

"Wow, mix it up."

"Reammo."

"Fio and Reem are your friends."

Still a little, nervous May. You don't mind that, Priscia, starting to do what you want, as usual.

Well, I guess I was just glad you didn't say it was a mess.

The toddler girls had begun the deception in the heart of the flower garden.

It was tough when May woke up.

First, Mae was confused, surrounded by faces that were the lords of the strangers when he woke up and the beasts who said, prayer Master Jabalayan and pharmacist Master Hooshen.

Apparently, May is in a familiar physique.

More than puzzled, you were afraid of being exposed to people's gaze, or you didn't try to dive into the futon and come out.

"Come on, shouldn't we recruit Mae's family?

With my suggestion, Forganne quickly puts out a use for sheep breed settlements.

And parents and sheep breed people arriving in abandoned capitals.

But waiting for them there was not an interview with May, but a witch's sermon.

"What are you going to do when you say your precious child is facing a crisis?

Keeli, Inea and Luiseine had a serious look and gave a neat sermon to the adults of the sheep breed who would be many years older.

Me and Listea were surprised by this.

I can't believe how much anger a sophisticated witch usually shows.

I usually feel like I'm letting Priscia do something dangerous, too. But I've never had a sermon about it.

You trust me, and to some extent, you tolerate me to be okay?

But this time, I knew perfectly well that the witches cared about their little children.

It's up to me, too, to secretly reflect on not letting Priscia be too dangerous from now on.

After the witch's tough sermon. My parents were finally reunited with May.

My family was crying and watching the delightful landscape made me cry.

I was May when I met my parents and started showing calm, but still I wouldn't let Forganne, the lion breed, or our people, get close to showing vigilance and embarrassment.

What showed up in trouble was an angelic demon destroying situations like this without question.

Yes, it's Priscia.

Priscia takes May's hand not trying to come out of her bedroom and takes her out forcefully.

"You know what? It feels so good out there. Let's play."

Priscia and May. When they lined up, Priscia looked just a little older than her sister.

Well, Priscia looks like she's about five, but her actual age is nine, so obviously she's older and she's not wrong.

I was confused by Priscia's fortitude at first, May, but she seemed to be less alert to Priscia, who was close to her age, and soon held her hand tight and couldn't leave.

And Niemia puts on a chase.

Flying and talking fake. Seeing Niemia, May was delighted to twinkle her eyes.

If you get this far, it won't be long before Fiorina and Reem join our people.

So the young girls are playing with us in the flower garden, worrying about us.

"Oh, my God."

Ares seems to be in the war, too.

Ares, who manifested herself, held the potato and joined the toddler group.

Did you still have the potatoes hidden!

"Hehe. That's a strange combination. I can't believe it's the Ear Elders and the Beasts and the Dragons and the Spirit."

"Yeah, you are. But isn't this the usual thing?

"Ernea, in your case, it's enough that Mae, the Beast Clan, and Mistral, the Dragon Clan, are replaced. Given the addition of demons and warcraft to it, is it certainly the usual?"

In the shade of a tree, me and Louiseine collude. Next to it, Listea, Keeli and Inea had their white eyes pointed.

"... now put aside whether you are awesome or that ear elder child is awesome. From what we normally see, it's an amazing situation."

"Listeer, who's the average person?

"Everyone but you!

Sounds terrible to me.

Do you want to say that the brave men, who are very popular with people, call themselves ordinary people and that we are something else?

"Set aside Listeer's remarks. Indeed, it's a strange sight to be playing amicably among other races."

"Do you know what that little dragon says, Priscia?

Oh, well. From the Inea people, it looks even stranger how they communicate with dragon tribes who don't speak people's language.

"Priscia understands the language of the Dragon Clan like we do. Ares seems to understand originally because she's a spirit. May is..."

Speaking of which, Gawon says May can hear the woods too. But as far as the deception goes, it doesn't look like you understand Fiorina and Reem's words. Looks like he's gesturing and communicating.

I guess the only reason we're still getting along is because it's fun to get together with little kids.

Is May enough to hear the woods trees and small animals?

Perhaps if we grow up now, we will hear more of them. Maybe that way, we'll all be able to have a conversation with the Dragons.

"Hey. Mix Lily up, too."

Then there, Lily the Black Dragon flew in.

Lily's still a kid, too, but her body is more than twice the size of a cohort of dragons.

To Lily, who suddenly flew in, May began to cry frightened.

"Lily, don't make me cry."

Then, Priscia, who shelters Mae on her back and preaches with her hands on her hips.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Apparently, Lily doesn't have a head up for Priscia either.

Don't be afraid, Beast Priscia.

"It's okay. Neemia's really big, too."

Surprise Mae by making a huge mistake playing friendly until now.

But I guess it's because I was the first to see him small and cute. May didn't seem to have any fear for Niemia when she grew up.

"Well, let's go for an empty walk."

Priscia takes Mae's hand and climbs to Niemia's back.

I don't think so. I didn't use spatial leaps.

Because when you use that on someone you're not used to, it's a big deal.

Interrupting the deception, the young girls rise to the sky.

At first it was May, who was screaming all the time, but gradually turned into a voice of joy.

Thank you. It seems wrong for us and the adults of the Beast tribe to worry.

It's a little forceful, but if you leave it to Priscia, I feel Mae will break it naturally.

"I think that the different races, the better they communicate, the better they can get along."

"Yeah. In the first place, the world was created all by the goddess of creation, wasn't it? Then I don't think we can create a rebellious relationship. So whether you're a dragon or a demon, you can understand each other."

"I mean, there's a lot of demons and gods out there who don't listen to people's words, right?

"But on the contrary, even a few people try to figure it out, right? The important thing is to try to understand each other, not to draw conclusions in a lump sum with unsolicited preconceptions."

"... I didn't know the day would come when Elnea would tell me"

"Elnea, who is close to the Demon King, is persuasive," you say.

"Luiseine, what are you saying that is horrible? When I say Demon King, I'm afraid he's going to come anywhere."

Then I look around.

Good. There's been no distraction around.

I looked over and realized that we weren't the only ones, and the Beastmen were watching the Toddler Girls on a faraway roll.

"Nice, I want to try flying too"

"Say stupid. No matter how much you say you want to fly in the sky, how can you ride on the back of the Dragon Clan"

"It's horrible..."

From the point of view of the Beasts, the Dragons are the best species to hunt for themselves. That's normal to be scared, isn't it?

But as I said earlier, I'm sure we'll get along if they don't fail in their efforts to figure it out.

To this day, May had already gotten along with Lily as well as Niemia and Fiorina and Reem.

"You know what? I'm going to ride Lily's back next. Ask Fio and Ream to move."

"Yes!"

Above, Priscia and May cross from Niemia's back to Lily's back. Priscia was on Fio's back and Mae was clinging to Reem's back and moving without going down on the ground.

And to another walk in the sky.

It's a really strange sight, isn't it?

Toddlers playing friendly across races look like normal landscapes.

Old Sleighsta said we were tiny from the world.

If the goddess who created the great continent and the sea and created tens of millions of creatures sees it, do you think this multi-racial interaction would be delightful?

In the first place, don't you mourn the status quo that's hanging out between races?

'Cause the fact that you created it should mean you have mercy on all of it, right?

The Luiseinees were seriously angry about May, even though he was not their own child.

For a woman, a mother, a child is an important treasure, isn't it? Sometimes it's enough to put my husband aside and make it clear to my kids...

I know the love my mother pours on me. I know Mr. Ashel's drowning for Niemia. I saw many women and mothers who were attacked by demons and burned to look after them, even though they were not their own children, in a devastated king's capital.

Oh, well. and realise.

A mother pours a love she spares on her children, doesn't she?

"Hey, Listaire. Guys."

Everyone saw me.

"I may have found a full moon flower"

The rite of worship of the Sovereign Order of May was to be performed on the night of the full moon as planned.

In the center of a pond illuminated by the moonlight, a stage was set for the ritual of baptism.

Behind the ruined temple. There was a quadrangly separated pond from a garden with a full moon view, with clear water hoarding about the height of a candle.

"It's like a witch's baptismal ritual"

"Master Jabalayan is a witch, so maybe he took it in."

"Remember the old days."

We were around the pond, watching the ritual.

Forganne or Gawon. Not only that, but the key figures of the sheep breed and the Beastman tribe are invited, surrounding the pond.

And on the stage at the center of the pond, the ritual began.

Congratulations, Lady Jabbalayan, who plays flamboyantly the gestures and fluids of the Beast People, not the Beast People.

He holds with his hands a wand similar to the Three Days and Moons, and hoists it against the sky of the Full Moon.

When he finished playing in a slow tone, May next opened his mouth.

May kneels in front of Master Jabalayan, hands together in a prayer position in front of his chest. In that state, May speaks the same language diligently as Master Jabalayan.

The Beast Nation communicates important things to the next generation by oral transmission. Do you think he who is in that role is the Sovereign?

Prior to the ceremony, May was cute as she was desperately trying to learn the wording.

May get stuck in words a few times along the way.

You have no choice, do you? May was still small, and the period of remembering was too short. And more importantly, there are too many determinations that need to be played on.

Like a little trouble, May looked up to Master Jabalayan.

Master Jabalayan has a smile of mercy and tells you where it is clogged.

May remembered the next word with it and was desperately playing it.

Come on, come on.

In the square with the pond, only Mae's little voice echoes.

Not only were the surrounding servants, but the night birds and bugs also lurked their voices and watched gently.

A full moon reflecting on the pond's surface was shaking slightly.

The wind, which began to fade cold for a long time, blew softly to bring May's words to the night sky.

Lady Jabalayan puts one hand on Mae's head after finishing the performance.

"May the sheep breed. Beyond this thou shalt be the Sovereign of the Beastmen. Love and guide the Beastmen at all times."

"Ha, ha!

Too nervous, Mae's voice was turned upside down.

Heh heh, and a gentle grin came from around.

May gets up in a cute move, turning her face bright red.

Even if you get up, you are so much smaller than Master Jabalayan with a crooked back.

May received a three-day moon wand from Master Jabalayan.

Master Jabalayan will support you to flutter in weight.

"May... good luck!

The truth is, here, they will state their upcoming lesson on how to guide the Beastman tribe.

But it's May. She's a little kid.

There was more laughter from the venue at Mae's proclamation.

Is this what baptism is supposed to do?

I was expecting something tougher and not to offend the sacred air.

"Everyone. May is still small. If we don't all support him correctly, May will flutter as easily as he did with this wand. It's everyone's job to support you from both sides. And the sons of men. Thank you for being my guardian. Thank you. Please, take May to the right path."

May, supported by her body and stroking her head, had a weird grin with half the joy she had been able to play properly to the end and half the embarrassment at what was being seen by everyone.

"Yes, if we can..."

Listeir's voice, which tried to respond to Master Jabalayan's words, was wiped out by Forganne's and Gawon's roar.

Go on, those who were gathered around the pond also roar. Not only the fierce race, but even the herbivores stood up.

Oh, well. This is not a witch's baptism, it's a ritual of the Beast Clan. These wild flavored sensations look better than harsh, don't they?

The roar of the Beasts transcends the plaza with ponds and spreads to the ruined capital.

In the same way everywhere, many Beastmen roared to bless the Sovereign Worship Order of May.

Tonight, the Beastmen, gathered from all over the North, are entering the ruined capital. All of its Beastman clan was roaring and approving the Sovereign.

Sharpening his ears, the worms and birds were also singing songs of joy.

It turned from silence to noise all at once on a full moon night.

On the way, if Lily imitates and gives a horrible growl, let's take a big look at the fact that the Beastman roar scratched off for just a moment.