We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hmm, can't you ride Grandpa?

'It's a shame, you're a long-heared lady. I am a species with no entity. I can't touch your lovely ears, or have them touch you the other way around. "

"Mmm."

Priscia swells her cheeks and stares dissatisfied ahead. There was a wing dragon seated, shaped by a luminous green summer.

The will of the Winged Dragon, who is making a thick and contour of a strange (also or) that is neither misty nor smoky, reaches directly into the spirit, not as a voice. Mental interference was transmitted not only to the person in dialogue, but to everyone around him.

Priscia shakes her head, not convinced, with Niemia on her head. And in an attempt to touch the foggy body of the pterodactylus, he reaches out. But the little hand just barely passed through the sumptuous without grasping anything.

Now run one after the other and storm near the wing dragon's front leg.

Priscia disappeared in the green mist. After a while, Priscia, who ran back again, looked up at Winged Dragon wonderfully.

Wing Dragon laughs delightfully.

Crimson eyes were gently looking down at Priscia.

"You know what? Priscia wants to go for an empty walk aboard her grandfather."

"Yeah. But no one can touch the Dragon King."

"No, no, no."

Priscia rushes over and hugs me to sleep on the shady lawn.

I'd like to live up to Priscia's expectation that I'd do something about it, but I can't help walking with my whole body now.

It was yesterday that I went to the dragon altar underground to confront Mr. Irie in order to deceive the curse that was spreading in the dragon's graveyard.

And now I was lying full of creativity.

The dragon sword dance battle with Mr. Irie ended in my great defeat.

In the first place, there's no way I can fathom Irie, who has been drilling dragon sword dance for hundreds of years, just a little over two years after she started learning. On second thought, her strength was obvious at a time when Irie, who lost Dragon Treasure Ball, was lightly flushing the attack on all of us, including Mistral.

At the end of the day, we were dancing on Irie's hands.

That's the rightful successor to Dragon Sword Dance.

Mr. Irie had noticed the identity of my dragon treasure balls from the beginning, and had the Dragon King regained his presence, he would have stomped this curse. And then I wanted to identify my dragon sword dance, taught by Old Sleighsta, and it seemed to be all the more provocative.

"It's still rough sharpening, and you have some sweet parts. But you are definitely a dragon sword dancer. I'll admit it, you're the next heir."

Mr. Irie smiled and, saying so, beat me to pieces without skin.

But since then, I've never denied or looked down on my dragon sword dance. He had taken down the fake treatment.

My dragon sword dance seems to have been recognized by Mr. Irie, and I'm so glad.

My whole body hurts very, very much...

Let's interpret this as a whip of love.

That Mr. Irie.

After finishing the disaster, he returned from the dragon altar underground, facing the king of dragons for a long time.

The dragon treasure balls that escaped my body merged with the signs that were drifting in the square, making me king of dragons. The Dragon King revived his existence and continued to exist over the island even after he had sent the thoughts left by the old dragons to the Dragon God.

I feel like I have a hole in my heart.

"Now I think I can understand just a little bit of Mr. Irie's loss of dragon treasure balls"

"Oh, I'm glad. But when I do, I can't take it back."

"Thinking about it, I'm still happy."

"That's right. Be grateful to the Dragon King."

"Thank you for all your help so far."

"My beloved child. Zildo and I both admit it. And I'm already one of them. Keep their hearts at bay. '

"Yes, thank you for your continued support"

The Dragon King will help me again. [M]

Now that I have regained my existence for a long time, I am enjoying it. But when we left, he said he would return the dragon treasure ball to me again.

"Irie, it's time to take turns."

"Irie, it's time for you to change."

Relaxing in the shade of the tree, Yufi and Nina came with signs of infidelity.

"Oh no. You lost your bet, so I'll take Elnea alone."

Yes. Actually...

I was currently lying on Irie's knee pillow. [M]

Mr. Irie buries his back head in the valley of his two thighs, sleeping in large letters. Priscia is hugging me from the top.

Priscia's just right weight and warmth is nice, but on the day I thought I had something splendid about Mr. Irie over my head, something nasty runs through my wrist and spine.

Don't think about it. Don't even feel it...

This is not my hobby...

Don't let the Mistrals lose the battle they bet on me.

It's all over.

I was defeated by Mr. Irie.

Dragon Qi also ran out, and a dispute broke out among the women about who would take care of me as a full-blown creator.

You guys are playing with me. All I could do was watch while I had an emotion that I didn't know if it was sadness or joy.

Then Mr. Irie joined us there. And it's a strength battle, so...

I can't believe that Mistral can't win with all his strength...

A mistral that unleashed dragon treasure balls without much popularity. Ailey against doesn't have dragon treasure balls, and he's not as big as dragon qi. Yet it was Mistral who flirted with the dragon sword dance.

It's as if Mistral is also part of Mr. Irie's dragon sword dance. For the first time, I could objectively see someone doing a dragon sword dance. And Irie's dragon sword dance, observed as a third party, was beautiful and perfect.

Convinced if you look. I see you haven't done my dragon sword dance yet.

So the Mistrals who lost the battle were forced to clean the dragon altar, adjacent buildings, and every corner of the island as punishment.

By the way, Mistral wasn't exactly losing and it was a draw, but the other ladies didn't have hands or feet, so they were losing with joint responsibility. Around here, too, on Mr. Irie's palm.

And this is how Irie, who won me, is giving me a knee pillow.

I am full of creativity and I cannot resist it. I can't complain about people caring for me in the first place. So I wasn't even going to be able to respond to Yuffi's and Nina's grievances.

... It seems forbidden to push me into a state of full-blown creativity.

"Nah."

Niemia watched us relax over Priscia.

Sometimes, he turns his gaze toward the king of dragons.

"Neemia, but are dragon tribes rare without these entities?

The Dragon King seems to be a kind of dragon tribe that has no flesh in the first place. Of course, it's an ancient species.

For those of us who thought that the living had flesh, the king of dragons was like a flying eyeball.

"Grieving spirits and ghosts don't have flesh."

"If you ask me, yes."

"But in the Dragon Nation, all I know is my grandfather's seed."

"So you know it exists."

"Nyah. Of the twelve layers of the outer contour that protect the ancient capital, the same as Grandma who protects the innermost."

"Right. Twelve ancient species of dragons protect their layers in Niemia's homeland."

"Nyan."

What the hell kind of ancient capital is protected by ancient species of dragons like Mr. Ashel and the king of dragons? Seems like a capital full of women, so I can't go?

"I'll show you someday."

Niemia's kindness is delightful. But will I have to dress like a woman then? [M]

I'm like Mr. Irie...

No, no, no!

Mr. Irie looked at me strangely, shook his head abruptly.

Rich brown hair dripping and shaking.

It smells very good.

"Niemia, you're from the ancient capital."

"Running away from home."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Priscia wants to run away, too, right?

"You are admirably running away from home! When you get home, your mother will be mad at you again. You're here without a report."

"Mmm."

"Elnea, your brother's gonna be pissed off with you."

"Guru."

Priscia held me in her arms and swelled her cheeks again.

Everyone dusts at Priscia's adorable tricks. The king of dragons was also smiling.

"So, if you recover, will you go home?

"And I have plans. I think my parents are worried about us not coming home while we're out."

"Oh, that's too bad. I was hoping to work you out."

"I think I'll come here once in a while, like Mr. Zildo. At that time, be sure."

My dragon sword dance isn't Irie's genealogy, but he admits it. And I can see Irie with respect as a single dragon sword dancer, even if the system is different.

Separate dragon sword dance. But there's no denying each other.

If Irie's dragon sword dance is excellent, I'd like to learn a lot from it.

"Conversely, Mr. Irie, will you never leave here?

To my question, Mr. Irie raises his gaze. Far away, staring further ahead of the cliff.

"Hey..."

"I want to teach you a lot more from Mr. Irie, and I want to talk to you."

"Hehe. Am I being spoken of now?

"Ugh...... That's not it..."

"Liar, I'm kidding. Panicking. You're pretty cute, too."

"Hey, Irie. Elnea, I forbid you to touch me."

"Hey, Irie. Elnea, I forbid you to stroke your cheek."

Yufi and Nina, who don't want to clean, have been sitting around for some time, interrupting between me and Mr. Irie.

"It's not that bad, it's not that much less."

"I'll lose it."

"I'm gonna drain you."

"What could it be?

"Priscia's hungry, isn't she?

I see, it was Priscia's stomach that decreased.

I can't take the dragon king for an empty walk, and I can't help you. My free time Priscia's stomach snarled with dissatisfaction.

Also, we all laugh.

"You have no choice. Shall we have lunch?"

Mr. Irie drops my head off my thigh and stands up. Yuffi and Nina move to take me away. Mr. Irie took a good look at those two hands.

"Sure, you can help me, right?

Elnea, help me.

"Ernea, save me."

And even if they say...

I won't even move properly. [M]

Me dropping off Yufi and Nina as they scream and pull me off to bed.

"People, it's really noisy"

And. It was Mr. Ares who manifested himself in full.

As a luscious adult, Mr. Ares sits holding me back. And he put me on his lap so that even the child would refrain, and he held me in his upper body for a long time.

My face sinks into Mr. Ares' rich breasts.

"And Priscia!

Priscia came on my stomach and hugged me hard.

Mr. Ares holding me holding Priscia.

What is this situation?

"It's always fun around them."

The Dragon King looked at us like that and smiled forever.