We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"What brings you here, Mr. Zildo?

"That kid, he really just came along, didn't he? I brought in twins for the help of the Dragon King to defeat the King of Decaying Dragons."

"Oh, I see. It also remains in people's fairy tales. Joltenitos helped the Dragon King."

"That's right. It was really hard then..."

"To?"

"Yortenitos is not a dick. And even that free man Jildo, right? I walked into the dragon graveyard with my young Yugra boy, and it was a big mess with my grandmother."

"What, that sounds like a lot of fun..."

"Ernea?"

"Ugh...... Ugh, that's a lie. You're in trouble."

For dinner, Mr. Irie's handmade dishes were behaved. As always here, Mr. Irie entertained us.

You can't imagine from that smile that this man is really demanding the soul of one of us.

"The twins never came other than that, but Jildofaung did come once in a while. I miss you."

"What were you doing here?

"Well, show off Stella, or a report of her death..."

"Stella?"

"Oh no. Don't you know? Jildofang's wife."

"Eh. I'm new to the name!

Mr. Zildo tells very little about the past. I heard and knew Mistral had a human daughter-in-law, but I never heard of what kind of person he was or what his name was.

"It was laid on my ass. Hey. That free man Jildo is a big man in front of Stella... Oh, even if I remember now, I'm gonna laugh."

Tell us, "Ask him about Zildo," and he'll laugh at himself.

The way I laughed was the woman herself.

"Elnea, you're out of line."

"It was."

At the end of Mr. Irie's laugh, Louiseine whispers with her lips close to her ear.

Don't forget. We had to find another way to break the curse.

Mr. Irie, call.

"Is there no other way to solve this than by devoting your soul?

Irie, who was laughing in memory, stared gently at me with her mouth raised.

"Do you think you have it?

"I think I do! Because Mr. Irie is alive and well."

"... I'm dead, aren't I?

"No, he's alive."

To my words, but Mr. Irie gave me a slightly sad look.

"I don't see why you'd keep it a secret if there had to be another way."

There, a sharp penetration of Mistral enters. Not if you're sympathetic to Mr. Irie's heartbreak. If you don't find an answer or a clue, this is the one that's going to break your heart, Mistral's serious expression said.

"How did Mr. Irie break a dark curse like this one seven hundred years ago? Can't you tell me that?

It's not just Louiseine. We all did Mr. Irie a favor.

"... I am, you see, this is who I am. Among the Dragon Nation, there were many floating beings. So, the human pillar... huh? You shouldn't have had the qualities."

"Well, what are qualities?

I feel something to repel about the word "human pillar".

Mr. Irie may have been tied here at the time, on behalf of the Dragon Nation, to lift the curse.

"The Dragon God Sword has the ability to distract you, doesn't it? I too have the skill of deceiving evil things."

"You mean the ability to purify?

"Competencies, moves."

"Then my dragon sword dance also has purifying powers!

Mr. Irie's eyebrow butt reacted perfectly to the word dragon sword dance.

"Dragon Sword Dance...... But did Master Dragon Sleighsta teach you how to guard the dragon forest?

Yes, I snort. This was already told to Mr. Irie at lunch as one of his personal stories.

"I have also met Master Sleighsta several times... I see. That's destiny."

We tilted our necks at Ailey, who nodded as if only one of us were convinced.

"I learned dragon sword dance from Master Sleighsta and inherited the dragon treasure balls of Jildofang. I'm starting to feel like my grandfather's thoughts seem clear."

"No, I don't. Just because I live long enough, dancing on the palms of such beings touches me. But I don't know what else to do. If it's stellar, it's all about the goddess."

Irie, who somehow got in a good mood, took out alcoholic liquor and began drinking generously.

Yufi and Nina join it casually.

"I see. That makes me look forward to tomorrow's ritual. Maybe it's already up to you."

After all, Mr. Irie never offered me any further information.

After dinner, we continued to consult after we returned to our apartment.

Mr. Irie didn't spare any information. I think that word contains all the information you need.

Later in the evening, come up with opinions and tour your thoughts.

The answer we want is, how can we lift the dragon's graveyard curse? And is there no means by which no one can sacrifice?

said Mr. Irie.

It depends on my efforts, not on Mistral, who is Princess Dragon and the most powerful of our family, or Luiseine, the witch of Temple Religion, who has another means of purification.

I'm trying, aren't I?

To be honest, I think you mean the purification at Dragon Sword Dance.

But Mr. Irie has his purification moves, too, right? And yet, not her effort, my effort?

I kept thinking as the night deepened and watched everyone lose consciousness because of the tiredness of the day.

"Come on, are you ready?

The next day.

A place where we had a good breakfast and Mr. Irie showed us the way.

The octagonal walls are painted with black lacquer. Columns and beams are buildings painted vermilion.

Similar to the Dragon Temple, it was the altar of the dragon I was aiming for.

Open the entrance door and go inside.

The interior is the same as the Dragon Temple, with stone floors. But there was no special altar or anything else, only a statue of a pterosaur carved out of stone in a deep place and a bouquet of flowers served.

"Do you perform rituals here?

"Elnea, if this is where you are with the Dragon Temple..."

Mistral's gaze was directed at the stone floor at his feet.

"Well, could you lend me a little?

Say it. Mr. Irie takes the Dragon Feng Sword from Yufi and Nina. They swelled their cheeks all the way up, but they didn't resist.

No, no, this wasn't originally Yuffi's and Nina's, so give it to me honestly.

Mr. Irie held the Dragon Feng Sword to each with his right and left hands.

Somehow, it's very familiar.

Without taking the weight of the Dragon Feng Sword, close to the Great Sword, he gently shakes up his two swords.

And while he muttered something like a song melody, he stuck Dragon Feng Sword on the stone floor.

"Huh!"

A golden dazzling light could be played indoors.

My eyes glare at the flash only for a moment, and then my body's equilibrium breaks down as well.

But the reason for the disequilibrium in the body was not because of the light emitted from the Dragon Feng Sword.

"Yu, the floor is falling."

Lyla hugs me.

Luiseine and the others also caught their faces, looking at the surrounding view where the light had subsided.

The floor of the building where we were standing. That falls into the ground. The vermilion columns and lacquered walls were far overhead, with stone walls flowing vertically.

I find that the walls are beautiful stone walls and not falling into natural holes.

"This is how Dragon Temple creates space underground and delivers Dragon Treasure Balls."

Only Mistral expected it, or stared at Mr. Irie with calm eyes.

The floor that falls with us on it immediately weakens the speed. And through the vertical hole, he went out into a wide space. At the end, it stopped without impact.

"Yes, arrival. This is the dragon altar."

Irie, who pulled the Dragon Feng Sword from the floor, smiles.

Space several times the size of the building above had spread underground.

Even though he hasn't done the procedure, a high ceiling has issued it.

Few columns, disturbing figurines, etc. exist in that space that is not invisible. When it came to the only obstacle, it was the winged dragon of the stone sculpture that came down with us.

Just a large, murderous space. But I feel something dark. I have no grasp, vague presence, even trying to find it. It's as if it's a shadow dragon we met on the way down the dragon peak or more similar to the signs of the immeasurable.

The strange signs covered the entire space and felt like they were watching us quietly.

The Mistrals also felt vague signs, pointing their consciousness around them.

"Yes, yes, this is out of the way."

Mr. Irie doesn't mind how we are, he pushes the wing dragon sculpture and takes it to the end of the square.

... What do you care about the power?

Well, so is Mistral, and the Dragons are more powerful than the people.

Mr. Irie returns after moving a bouquet of winged dragon sculptures and offerings.

And set up the Dragon Feng Sword.

"Now shall we begin the ritual? I told you yesterday. I wonder who will give their souls?

Mr. Irie came at me all of a sudden. [M]

A strike without a hand is unleashed simultaneously, left and right.

"Wow."

He hurried to distance himself with a spatial leap, erecting a white sword and a wooden sword of a spirit tree.

"What, suddenly!?

We're upset.

"'Cause you're not going to go on and dedicate your souls, are you? Then I'll have to force you to take it. Here you go, all of you. Am I the first to take someone's soul, or are you the first to defeat me? Oh my God...?

Heh heh, and Mr. Irie smiles meaningfully.

Shit, they took my weapon.

Shit, they stole my weapon.

Repentant Uffi and Nina.

"If that's what you mean"

"I won't give you a break."

Luiseine and Lyla enter the battlefield posture.

Mistral deposited Priscia with Niemia and became a dragon from the beginning.

Everyone is willing to set things up with Mr. Irie. I can't help it. If we don't, someone's gonna make a sacrifice.

Again, I was to confront Mr. Irie. But you can't leave.

I regained my mind from the wolf and looked to Mr. Irie, who set up the Dragon Feng Sword.

Mr. Irie restarts his sword-like dragon feng sword two waves with his hands wide open. With her heels floating gently and her body stretched out, Irie looks very light.

I was expecting it, but was Dragon Feng Sword Mr. Irie's weapon...

I drop my hips. And it was slashed directly from the front.

Slash up the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree simultaneously, crossing them from a low position.

Mr. Irie's gaze turned to me downstairs.

"Ha!

"I won't bother you."

There, Lewiseine and Lyla strike at the same time, left and right.

The tip of the Dragon Feng Sword still doesn't move. Lewiseine and Lyla, approaching from the side, remain directed.

More Mistral wings and waves a pitch-black single-handed stick down from overhead.

Yufi and Nina took the distance and began to work out dragon qi.

"Huh!?

Attacks from multiple directions.

Our family is not dating.

Mr. Irie narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Loose, and in a smooth motion, he slips his right leg, breaks his left leg, leans back on his torso, drops his body even lower than my sword trident, and passes through the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree. Immediately after I thought. Kick your left leg up to prevent me from advancing as you raise your lower body to the starting point with your extended right leg.

He twisted his torso as he stood on his back, pinching Lila's two-handed stick in his arm, and threw it straight at Louiseine, opposite each Lila.

Luiseine rushes to take Lyra.

While doing so, he recieves the impending pitch-black single-handed stick with the right-hand dragon Feng sword, waving the left-hand dragon Feng sword with a continuous stream.

Mistral quickly spinned over and dodged Mr. Irie's slaughter.

Once my leg stops, I will perform a dragon sword dance from there.

Judge your legs as you swing your white sword from right to lateral giraffe, turning to the side.

Mr. Irie lets his own body lean sideways on the flow of power as he reciprocates with the dragon Feng sword in his right hand. While doing so, shift the center of gravity to the right leg and roll out the kick with the left leg.

I'm not going to get a decent kick enough to erase Rotten Dragon with one blow. When taken with a wooden knife of a spirit tree, he was struck like he had received a one-handed stick of Mistral from the front.

Mr. Irie exploits the momentum of the kick and spins to the side in a crease. And he began to roll out his two-handed dragon-feng sword uninterrupted.

I also fight back against Mr. Irie while I dance dragon swords.

My continuous sword, Mr. Irie's flowing motion.

It's like the two of us are dancing swords.

The slaughter sounds, sparks scatter.

Even the white sword does not destroy the blade of the Dragon Feng Sword.

Compensation for intense maneuvers. Through that gap, the Mistrals attack as well. But even if Mr. Irie deals with everyone, not just me, he makes everything sound like a flowing move.

Yes, in a really lovely shape like a sword dance...

"Huh!?

"That's it..."

It's not just Mistral and me.

Everyone who saw Mr. Irie's move noticed and was stunned.

I just got swept away and my posture collapsed, and once I made a spatial leap, I took a distance.

Mr. Irie didn't come after me.

Stop your feet and face Mr. Irie with your eyes that see something incredible.

"Oh, what do you wonder? 'Cause you would. Dragon Sword Dance is not originally a Dragon Nation move."

A flickering, golden wave of dragon feng sword, and gently dance to show, Mr. Irie.

That was exactly the basic shape of the dragon sword dance I taught Old Sleighsta.

"Though I thought I was interrupted just because I didn't take a disciple. I see. So you were remembered when you showed it to Master Sleighsta. This is why I don't want to be immeasurable."

"Of Dragon Sword Dance... heir?

"That's right. Orthodox."

Mr. Irie smiles.

"So you don't have to spare a soup. Anyway, your dragon sword dance is fake."

My sword tip shook at Mr. Irie's words.