We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Boy, you're strong. I finally understand. That's what made Dragon Peak so noisy a while ago."

Yeah, well, Mr. Irie seems to enjoy listening to us. Listening to her, she pours us less drinks and peels Priscia and the others fruit. You're a very attentive woman.

After we introduced ourselves to each other. Somehow I was supposed to be allowed to talk about this one.

Mr. Irie was also a good listener and a celebrity to talk to. If you realize it, you've talked a lot from our beginnings to last year's commotion, but you don't feel bad at all. Instead, it makes me want to talk more.

The Mistrals were in a good mood for conversation.

When I think calmly, I think I need to break the dragon graveyard curse a little faster. It's strange because it also seems important to talk to Mr. Irie like this.

I wonder if the drink is actually alcoholic. I can't believe it, but that seemed different. Really, Mr. Irie was good at listening to people.

And you don't divulge much information about yourself, do you?

Obviously, Mr. Irie is one or more of them better than us.

"So you're right, you can't get the offering. Thanks to you, I had a crush on you."

"Maybe there were regular supplies donations from the northernmost villages?

"Once every seventy years, they were here."

"I mean, by getting involved in this curse thing or something?

"Oh, my sweet girl loves your sister."

Tell me, Mr. Irie, come beside me and take my hand. Sleek and warm hands, Mr. Irie grabbing my hand.

Ho ho, and Mistral coughed up deliberately.

"Why, once every seventy years?

I snort at Mistral's most honest question.

"See that. I wonder if the dragon's grandmother's resentment builds up because that's about the cycle."

I treat this man like an old dragon...

"So these cases happen on a regular basis."

If so, perhaps the solution exists surprisingly easily.

With anticipation, we saw Irie.

"Right. If you weren't involved, you might think so. But this has been a really long time. I wonder if it's been seven hundred years. Yes, ever since I gave my soul."

"What?"

"I'm not supposed to get this thick of a temper. Maybe it's because of the overlap of factors."

Mr. Irie smiles as he does not let go of my hand he grabs it and strokes it.

I think it's a lot of commotion from us, isn't it a rush for Mr. Irie?

Or what do you mean, you gave your soul 700 years ago!?

"So, Jildofong inherited Dragon Treasure Ball from you. She's a free man when she's old."

Freeman, I can agree with that part. I'm a Dragon Nation, but I don't live on Dragon Peak, and even with my species exposed, I live the same life as before in the same place as I used to.

"You know Mr. Zildo."

"I know you do. You came here to see me a few times about 300 years ago. Oh, that reminds me of something I miss."

"Three hundred years ago, it's the age of the twin tales of Armuard and Yortenitos."

"Oh, a name I miss so much. I know those boys."

"Yufi and Nina are descended from the founding kings of Armuad."

"Oh, no, go ahead and do it."

Mr. Irie sits down, now interrupting between Yuffi and Nina, holding their hands.

Yufi and Nina had their faces drawn.

It's unusual for you two to react like this. Maybe I'm nervous to meet someone who knows about your ancestors.

"Armuard is not serious...... Besides, Yortenitos used to yell at Yugra Boy."

Even Master Yugra is "Yugra Fong," isn't he?

Who the hell is this guy?

When I pick up a fragment of the story, I feel like I'm at least 700 years old and I seem to know more about dragon graveyard anomalies like this one.

"Yes, tell that to Jildo Boy. Come and see me once in a while, you have a duty to do that."

"Yes. I'll tell him. But before I do, I think I have to do something about the dragon graveyard curse..."

"You're a great boy, even though you're a human race. Your sister loves that kind of mind."

"Oh, thank you......"

"Well. The tribe that kept the Dragon God Sword was doomed. So, you came to me feeling the crisis. I wonder if you and your family are destined to inherit the dragon treasure balls of Jildobao."

"Dragon God Sword?

One, we all lean our necks against Mr. Irie, who is somewhat convinced.

"Look, it's about that."

Hehe, smiling and pointing to Mr. Irie was the Dragon Feng Sword owned by Yufi and Nina.

"This is the Dragon's sword that was dedicated to the Dragon King."

"This is the dragon's sword that the tribe of Alta worshipped."

"Now, you say that. But until I was offered to the Dragon King, I said Dragon God Sword."

You know a lot of things we don't, Mr. Irie.

I have a lot to ask, but I still have to move on.

You must be aware of what we expect and what we have to do, if you're attentive, Mr. Irie.

Mr. Irie stared at us.

But it didn't have the luminosity or readiness to ask, and it felt like how to make a long-time customer.

The only sign I felt, however, was Mr. Irie's ingenious confusion.

"Well, then. You're here because of me, and I'm sure I can't improve this situation without your help. But you'll be tired already today. And you're gonna need to be ready. Please take your time here today. And the activity starts tomorrow. Yeah, well, just make up your mind by tomorrow. Who the hell gives his soul to the Dragon King this time?

With a smiling face, Mr. Irie said something rash and horrible. We had hardened without words. [M]

"What shall we do..."

We were clouding our faces in our room.

It seems that the thoughts of the old dragon, who has reached life expectancy in the dragon's graveyard, accumulate gradually over time. Normally, those remnants seem to diffuse naturally and disappear. In this dragon graveyard, it accumulates in one place. That is the territory of the king of dragons, and it is Mr. Irie's role to purify the thoughts of the dragon tribes that have been hoarded.

For seven hundred years now, Mr. Irie has lived that way on the dragon altar.

However, even Mr. Irie can be out of control.

It was the tribe of Alta who assisted him at those times, and it was a ritual once every seventy years.

But this time, I was feeling more annoyed than ever.

Mr. Irie seemed to know the cause. But you didn't tell me.

Just say you need our help.

And I said I needed someone's soul, that's what I said.

If you want to help curse me, I will spare no effort to help.

But I can't believe you're demanding the soul of someone in my family...

"Can I go play?

"I'm sorry, Priscia. Will you keep me company in your room now?

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

If it's true, I don't want to interrupt your exploration of Priscia because Mr. Irie has given me permission, too.

Now that my soul is being demanded, I'll be in trouble if I accidentally go out of sight and get weird.

Priscia honestly played in the room with Ares and Niemia.

But we got stuck, and we were on our way.

Sacrificing someone is an absolutely unacceptable option.

No matter how troubled the Dragon Clans in the Dragon Cemetery are, they will not dedicate their family souls.

I've come this far, and I can't pull my hand from what I've been involved in, and I can't move on. In that situation, we don't know what to do, and we're all in trouble.

Do you sacrifice the souls of others besides us?

No, no, I also refuse those options. We can't ask for any other sacrifice because we don't like ourselves.

So, it's a Dragon tribe problem, and the Dragon tribe soul?

I don't even have to think about it. Whether it's a person or a dragon, refuse to say no.

So, what should we do?

"It's too unreasonable a solution. I'm not convinced."

"Right. I'm not satisfied with Mr. Irie's request."

"But if you don't rely on Mr. Irie, I don't think you can solve it."

"You just have to give Irie's soul."

"You can sacrifice Irie."

"No, no, I don't know about that..."

"But I wonder if it's weird. Mr. Irie said seven hundred years ago that he gave his soul, right? And yet, oh and alive."

"Oh, that bothered me, too."

"What do you think? I'm invited to dinner again, so why don't you get some more information from Mr. Irie?

"That's right. Too little information yet."

"Agreed. Root digging, leaf digging."

"Agreed. I'll torture you, but I'll find out who you are."

We don't have enough information to think alone. [M] I feel like Irie was deliberately giving out information about herself and this case and sparing it.

We have to see each other again and listen to each other.

"Well, shall we refresh before dinner?"

Mr. Irie had even prepared a bath for us.

It's an open-air bath.

Usually, it seems like an open bath because people are the only land where Mr. Irie is.

Mr. Irie has demanded of us souls, but he is not an enemy. Regardless of the content, he was cooperative in trying to solve the case with me, and generously provided me with places to sleep and meals.

But on the contrary.

I guess the fact that so many gentle and cooperative people demand a soul with or without means that's all a tough case.

"Elnea, go ahead and join Niemia."

There is only one bathroom.

And it could be dangerous to be alone. So I took a bath with Niemia. [M]

After how Mistral and Luiseine stop Priscia from trying to follow me or Lyla from trying to run out, we head to the taught open-air bath.

From a room to stay, or a separate mansion connected by a corridor, take Neemia to her destination with her head on.

Turn the corridor several times and arrive at the place you were told.

There is a stripper that smells like cypress when you pull a black slab door to the side on a vermilion wooden frame. So I take off my clothes and pull the back door aside again.

Then it was already outdoors there.

In the distance, you can see the cliffs where Yufi and Nina fell. There's a cloud of chi on the cliff, but it doesn't look like it's coming down to the cliff. And there was greenery beneath the wall, and the great lake was spreading.

in front of it. In a painting of the land on a familiar rock, there was a bath about the size of a pond that raised the hot air.

"Awesome."

Niemia quickly jumps into a large open-air bath.

You say you don't like long water, but you go first. I want to enjoy this lovely view and hot water, so I'm going to be soaking it up for a while.

Such an open air bath. Normally, I'd be concerned about my eyes from elsewhere, but people aren't anywhere around me.

I just want to jump in, too, but first I have to clean up my dirty whole body, which I haven't bathed in for a few days, and later the Mistrals will piss me off.

The soap is good using the provided one, so he said he was looking around to see where it was.

Then there was the sound of the door being pulled behind him.

Someone ran out and came in while making some noise!?

Looking back in surprise.

"Sorry to bother you. I'll flush your back."

"Yikes!

What a Mr. Irie it was that came in.

I scream pitifully.

I tie up my long, rich brown hair, I'm naked without shame, and I walk over here.

Glossy walking. Heh heh, and smiling Irie is beautiful, she's going to fall in love.

But I nailed it...

"Oh man!?

I saw something in Mr. Irie's groin that I shouldn't have seen!

"Bye!