We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The rift of the earth existed in unexpected places.

An abandoned village where we are all sleeping. From there, I went south to Hemnoe Herald. Deep rifts existed over the meadows that first followed their prey and past the rocky slopes.

After our lunch break, we reached the rift of the earth before evening.

The bottom of the rift is dark, and it's hard to tell just how deep it is.

"There's something in the dark in here."

"Yeah. All the way back there"

The earth was torn from around the middle belly of the Spiritual Mountain towards the forest at the foot.

Me and Ares and Mr. Arda look down from the surface at the darkness behind the rift.

Even with dragon qi in my eyes, I could not foresee it to a place far beyond the reach of the light.

"Mr. Arda, stay here. I'll go down."

"No, let me go, too. It would be better if I were here when something happened."

"What do you mean?

"Because if there's danger looming upon me here, I won't overlook it"

"I see!"

That, is about the witch. Arda is forced by the witch to bring her here, so the witch is in charge of her own guarantees.

If danger is lurking ahead, it means the witch won't like it.

"But how do we get off?

"Elnea could make a spatial leap."

"Yeah. So me and Ares can go down and tell them where the scaffolding is going to be on the wall of the rift..."

"Then Elnea is in that way. I'll go down myself."

Saying, Mr. Arda jumped to the rift without hesitation.

What a bold person, unlike the looks and atmosphere!

Me and Ares stare at each other in surprise.

Mr. Arda felt him mumble something as he fell.

Lullaby? For a moment only, I feel like a song-like melody echoed in the rift of the earth.

But more than that, I couldn't confirm it by disappearing into the dark with Mr. Arda's appearance.

Me and Ares rush after Mr. Arda.

With a spatial leap, choose a solid spot in the scaffold from within sight and fly away. As I do so, I go down and down.

It turned into a darkness where no light could be reached from the way, but there I make up for it with my dragon-headed eyes. It's not foreseeable much farther, but if it's near the field, it's fine.

The cliffs in the rift of the earth are not as steep as I thought they would be, and I think I can get off normally without tools if I take time and proceed with caution.

But now I have to rush after Mr. Arda.

Wet rocky ground with mossy rock skin and leaking water, and soil deposited slopes all at once descended in a spatial leap.

And then we get to the bottom.

I was wondering what I would do if it lasted to the bottom of Nara. The bottom was normally present, and moreover had a splendid ground of rock skin.

Looking up, I could see the evening sky sliced so thinly over my head.

"The lights... are necessary."

At the bottom of a slice of the earth, Mr. Arda waited for me.

Mr. Arda realizes I'm looking out for darkness.

I saw Arda, too, and immediately realized she was overcoming the darkness.

Arda's beautiful eyes, which were like black treasure balls, glowed blue in the darkness.

"Well, shall we go?"

"Yeah. Be careful."

Mr. Arda feels the same way when he's up there, walking out to the back of the dark.

I blend Ares together so that whatever happens can be handled properly, and make the dragon jewel fall on the inside of my body. And proceeded to the back of the crack alongside Mr. Arda.

Darkness that doesn't even sound like animal ringing, bird chirping, or bugs.

Only the sound of droplets falling on rocky skin echoes.

The air precipitated, and the bottom of the crack filled with signs of severe suffering.

Behind this darkness, I wonder if there is a warcraft lurking called a thousand hand spider.

Um, he says he's a warcraft of the same size as the gorillas who are still turning a painting of Dragon Peak into a flaming hell.

They said in the literature that it was a warm personality, but not all warcraft of the same kind have the same personality.

Maybe cunning and fierce.

Maybe we shouldn't recklessly approach a warcraft that could be dangerous.

Even though I have a witch's insurance policy, there's no point in a situation like being killed in an instant.

So, should we still turn back here?

Even though it's for Ares, I don't have an ex or a child to lose my life.

If you look, there might be a safer and cheaper way to protect Ares.

... but yeah.

I feel like the best way to guarantee Ares' safety while remaining inactive depends on that witch's favor.

If the answer is presented in the highest position, I will reach for it with all my might.

If there is danger ahead, then do everything you can to escape!

If you take Aada, I will try to escape the rift of this earth with the fastest escape.

I don't even carry fine dust to die or self-sacrifice.

Neither does Mr. Arda see any hesitation in footsteps as to the confidence and readiness to deal with whatever danger awaits him.

Me and Mr. Arda were not afraid, but lined up and set their feet on fear.

By the way.

Like an old woman, like a toddler. Like a woman like a man.

A throat-soaking laugh echoes from the darkness, and we stop. And gazed at the darkness out of daylight.

By the way.

Sounds interesting, sounds like a fun laugh.

It's like laughter, like throat ringing.

You can't set up a weapon.

Do not show hostility.

Instinct is whining about banning hostilities.

Boo.

Behind the darkness that extends deep into the rift of the earth. Over our heads, more. There, eight bright red, round lights appeared.

Arda's, blue glowing eyes captured it.

He also caught my dragon-headed eyes. [M]

From behind the darkness.

A supermassive spider was approaching us without a sound.

Big......

Too big to melt behind your head into darkness to confirm. But it seems like it's about Levaria with just her head.

A spider with eight red eyes and two giant, long upper teeth looked down from the far overhead of me and Mr. Arda.

The visible presence is supposed to be overwhelming, but the signs melt into darkness and cannot be inferred. The darkness itself, the rift of the earth itself, was making it feel like part of this supermassive spider.

"One person, one person, two persons"

A strange voice came down like an old man, like a child.

Even though the body is huge, the voice is the same volume and finesse as a person's.

The high beast of warcraft says it manipulates a man's words. I mean, this spider warcraft has that much power.

"A woman smells like a witch. A man smells like a demon king."

"... the smell of the Demon King. I wonder where the smell is stained!?

I wonder where it smells from, and I want to laugh bitterly in this situation.

To my blur, the giant spider laughed all the time.

"So. What can I do for you? Is this my nest and the break-in?

"Yes, then, I've got a favor to ask. I want a thousand spider threads!

"My yarn?

He looked down at me with the requirement in his mouth without cowardice, and the giant spider, exactly a thousand hands of spider, snorted his throat again and laughed.

"What do you do with yarn?

"Hmmm...... I don't know. Because when the witch brings it, she says she'll reward you."

Let's be honest.

These warcraft can be more intelligent than people. If you tell a lie, they'll see you right through it. Then you look in a good mood, and you should move this one honestly.

Above all, you shouldn't dare to offend me with dishonesty because it seems warm as the literature suggests.

"The witch? I wonder if they even started with textiles. Weird hobbies."

Apparently, a thousand-handed spider knows about witches. And finally, about the demon king of the giant.

"What does Mr. Spider have to do with the witches?

"I am told to protect this land more than the caretaker. I'll give you my life for what you've done."

"Later......?

"No, no. The imagination is different. I can't believe I'm aiming for a witch's life. This one dies. That's frightening."

"So, what life?

"Animal life. Plant life. People's lives. Warcraft Life"

"Maybe, rice?

"Yes, that. Consideration is life. rare life."

I wonder if a thousand-handed spider means guardian of the embargo. People like witches and giant demon kings are not constantly staying in and managing the Forbidden Territories.

Perhaps a thousand spiders rule out intruders in the absence of administrators.

Me and Arda weren't attacked because they smelled like witches and giant demon kings.

Or if we were the protectors of the embargo, we would have known our existence from the moment we laid our feet on the land. So it wasn't attacked before, which means it was admitted from the beginning. And if it's admitted, they won't kill you underneath.

I found that to be the case, and the tension just relaxed a little.

"Well, can you split the yarn if you serve the rice?

"Will you give me my life? The lid behind you is rare."

"No, no, no, I can't give you the soul of the Dragon King or Ares!

Whoa. They broke through my insides easily.

It was also during the bundle that I stroked my chest down. I'm in a hurry to separate Ares. And I asked Ares to take today's harvest out of the mysterious space.

"Life... it's dead, but I just hunted it and it's fresh"

"Ooh. Full of meat. Full of plants."

Guru, me and Ares and Mr. Arda panicked and then retreated to the power of a thousand hand spider who had lowered his face.

A thousand hand spider hits the harvest of the day released by Ares.

And flattened in an instant.

"Does eating me mean you can split the yarn!?

"Mm-hmm. Nah."

"What!?

Come on, get more out. and eight eyes were glowing red and urging.

In the meantime, it sounds good.

But I don't have anything anymore!

No spare time. Ares asked me to put out everything I could take today. Still, they weren't at all enough for a super giant thousand hand spider.

"I want something rare. I want to eat a lot. I wouldn't do it if I didn't."

"Ugh..."

Oh, my God.

What can I do to satisfy the supermassive thousand hand spiders in quantity and quality...

We looked at each other in trouble.

"No more?

"I don't have it anymore."

"Well, give it to me"

"Oh, my God."

"Goodbye. Have a good life again."

Say no or no.

Wet, and only one polar spider leg appeared from the back of the darkness.

We'll settle down.

I didn't feel like my life was in danger, but I had a bad feeling.

A vicious claw at the tip of a thick leg pierces just a dark space with nothing.

The nails cleaved the darkness.

"Huh!?

We stare at the end of the mutilated space, and we cease. [M]

Thousand-handed spiders ripped through the dark space and then hooked us at our fingertips. And he relentlessly threw it ahead of the space.

"Welcome back."

"Ha, I'm home..."

Me, Arda and Ares, who were thrown out ahead of the space, were returning to the abandoned village in the evening.

Micheira was holding her knees in front of the fire, sitting pretty and watching us.

Here we go, and we feel signs of distortion in the space behind us, and we all look back.

It was the moment when the cracks in space that were connecting the abyss of the rift of the earth to the abandoned village were restored.

"Did you get the yarn?

We dropped our shoulders in disappointment at the words of the witch who was preparing dinner.