We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Enjoy your dinner and get excited about today's story.

When Arda stopped Mr. Sejim and Mr. Azeiran from interfering and said that I was also trying to gain new abilities, Nazaria encouraged me to work hard. On the contrary, Mr. Sezim and the others had publicly stated that they would obstruct him from tomorrow as well.

Mm-hmm. These people, they're playing with me, right? I don't know what the Micheiras have come to do in this land. But you were definitely using me to spend your spare time.

"So, because of the thousands of spiders, there was no harvest today."

"It's not nice."

"No. As much as I want to praise you for just finding that one. Besides, Ernea and Arda-chan, who came into contact without a shy eye, are a big deal."

"I was nervous about what kind of warcraft you were because I heard you were equal to the gorillas."

Thousand-handed spiders are still friends of the witch and the ancient knowledge, and they live under a ban as a territory. Micheira and Nazaria seemed to know they existed, too, but this one didn't seem familiar.

Again, I feel that there are differences in positions and thoughts between administrators and users.

Still, this is how they surround the same incendiary fire and eat rice, so it doesn't seem like it's a hostility.

"Tomorrow, then, you'll be serving a thousand spiders."

"I also want preserved food, so I'm going to be busy..."

I don't like random seizures.

Excessive biocides are forbidden for as long as necessary. That's what I've learned, so it hurts my heart to think about what starts tomorrow. Still, you have to fill the stomach of a thousand spiders, you don't get yarn, do you?

"The rest is the tears of evil dragons..."

"That has become the most difficult issue. I've been exploring it today, but I knew there were no signs of dragons, not evil dragons, in this area."

Thousand-hand spiders existed. I'm going to be distracted, but if I fill you up, I can get you some yarn.

But how am I supposed to harvest tears from evil dragons who aren't here?

"Maybe someone has a tear of evil dragons or something!?

Witches who have specified things, Arda who accompanies them. It's possible that Micheira and Nazaria have it hidden, isn't it?

I mean, you know what?!

With anticipation, I see the faces of everyone surrounding the bonfire.

……

Everyone was turning a sorry glance at me.

Yes. You don't have it.

"Witches can't say the hard part."

Mr. Arda nodded silently at Micheira's words, saying:

The witch at the time was mouthing tea after the meal, pretending not to know.

"Let's explore the signs again..."

I tried to capture the signs of the world that I felt when I was dancing dragon swords, and now I tried to feel them firmly from the beginning.

"Speaking of which, that technique during the day was brilliant"

"Is it storm dragon art?

"Yes. It's a big deal. Even when I was here, I could feel the Elnea technique. The witch was also a rare compliment."

To Nazaria's compliments, I am heartbroken.

"Okay, let's have it show off again. I'd like to take a look straight at the after-dinner pastime."

"Oh, Dad. That's a good idea."

"I agree with your brother. I'd like to see it straight."

Brown-skinned ear elderly family asked me to perform dragon sword dance apparently.

I had no reason to say no, so I'll be ready.

As the spirits of light called out by Nazariah lit up the place, they began to dance dragon swords like daylight.

Consciousness spreading with dragon qi.

Feels like the mind has assimilated to the world.

Feel the warmth of the earth, the flow of wind, and the life of animals and plants, as your skin feels.

If I can do this in my normal state, I'll be able to grasp the presence of those who erase the signs.

While being aware of the world.

The aftermath of dinner means dancing dragon swords, trying to attract them.

Still, just as during the day, the vibrant, powered nature revitalizes.

Flowers bloom and brighten colors in abandoned villages that were murderous landscapes in lonely abandoned houses and untreated ground.

Animals who were resting at night began to dance and the birds sang.

The dark night began to get busier.

But it wasn't just a fun anomaly.

"This is it!

The consciousness that was showing the spread felt a foreign object that had suddenly appeared in a far away land.

Unconsciously, he stops the dragon sword dance and stares at the end of the spiritual mountain peak. Everyone surrounding the fire was following my gaze about something.

"Wow. This is the power of this child's soul."

Micheira stares at me with her glittering eyes. But Mr. Nazaria and the others were starting to move like they were in a panic.

"I'm not kidding. I can't deal with someone like that in here!

"Lord, let's spend some time hiding."

Mr. Nazaria makes his face snap and hurries to extinguish the burning fire.

Mr. Sejm and Mr. Azeiran merged with Mr. Spirit and began to stretch powerful bonds around him.

Mr. Ayura takes Micheira's hand and tries to pull it behind the junction.

Mr. Arda was anxiously staring at the witch.

"It's a corner, but you do it over?

Micheira looked at me with interest as Ayura pulled me.

"That said. It doesn't seem like we could be friends..."

He shifted his gaze from what was happening around him in a hurry and turned again to the end of Spiritual Mountain.

At the end of his gaze, he can see the summit of the spiritual mountain blocking the starry sky. But more than that. The sky was beginning to be covered with darker darkness than at night.

Purple electricity runs, and pitch-black clouds begin to spread along with creepy twitches.

"It's a cloud of chi. That's dangerous."

Negative mass. The cloud of impatience, which is likely to be cursed just by touching it, gradually approaches this way as it rapidly spreads over the spiritual mountains.

"Shouldn't you run away? You're not gonna tell me to flatter that, are you?

Mr. Arda stared alternately at the clouds of anger with the witch beside her.

The witch looks up at the sky in a calm way.

The birds that were singing until just now fly away and the animals scream and run away.

There, a roar descended from the sky that seemed to shrink my soul.

"I feel it. Signs of a famous witch. and the signs of those who deal with the holy dragon qi"

It was the dragon with a horrible appearance that peered into your face from the clouds of anger.

Scales that can't be black or purple. Horrible eyes glowing silver. Crooked corners or nails.

Even I, who am accustomed to seeing the Dragons, draw my face to the evil appearance that is not right for me to see.

I'm not a regular dragon clan.

It's not like any of the signs I know.

Deep darkness of a completely different nature than black dragons or shadow dragons. Evil and brutal presence.

"Evil Dragon..."

Dragon tribe of ancient species.

An overwhelming indication that nowhere in the forbidden territory should have existed until earlier now dominated over the spiritual mountains.

The evil dragon looked out of the cloud of temper and circled his gaze as he explored the surface.

Kill the animals with only your gaze and wither the plants.

But thanks to the bond between Mr. Sejm and Mr. Azeylan, we're protected and we haven't been able to locate him.

But because of the witch's signs and the dragon trick of my storm, there's no sign of me stepping away when I'm hiding near here.

Really, can we do it over if we're adults?

The witch told me to bring the tears of the evil dragon, but the mundane impossibility!

I can't even resist as much as a feather if I'm in front of an ancient species of dragon clan stripped of hostility.

If I get out of the junction, I'll be killed by sight alone before the evil dragon realizes it.

The Nazarias had also decided that they had no choice but to do so, lurking their breath within the conjuncture.

"What are we going to do?

However, there were people as usual in this situation!

Micheira asked a question, smiling joyfully.

Not to me, but to the witch.

"Answers to impossible challenges. Ernea caught an evil dragon that wasn't around. But I think these kids are loaded with more fishing than this."

Micheira was staring at the witch.

The witch was staring back at Micheira quietly with her grey eyes. And slowly turn your gaze to me.

"... right. Let's just say it's too good an achievement."

Say it. The witch gets up.

I gave Mr. Arda instructions to stay away, and I looked up at the evil dragon in the sky.

And then it soars up.

It floats even though it has no wings on its back.

You didn't do anything, but you're a rising witch.

Me and Arda were shoulder to shoulder on the ground, looking up at the rising witch.

The evil dragon quickly notices the witch who went up into the sky.

And then he stripped out his horrible fangs and turned to the witch to kill him.

"Find..."

An evil dragon tried to say something to the witch.

Maybe he tried to provoke me.

As the witch rose near the face of the evil dragon, she waved her hand up unconstitutionally, and down.

The glitter, and the brilliance of a star's blink only rambled for a moment as the witch moved.

That was all.

Evil dragons cannot spin words.

The witch just waved up and down.

No activation of the procedure or signs of a move.

The evil dragon crashed into the hem of the spiritual mountain.

The clouds of impatience that were spreading in the sky were misty.

Vibration like you can't stand. Earthly smoke rising in the distance and the roar of shaking the air.

We stare.

"Come on, you better get going. Take tears from the eyes of the evil dragon."

Micheira pushed my back.

Ha, me.

"Also, could it be that the Evil Dragon is now..."

Not much has happened, my mouth doesn't turn well. But Micheira understood what I was trying to say and nodded with a smile.

And, anyway.

I rush to take the tea bowl that was rolling at my feet and make a spatial leap towards where the evil dragon fell.

On several leaps, he arrived at the side of a giant evil dragon that pervaded the slopes of Spiritual Mountain.

Check the direction of the evil dragon's face and fly again at the end.

The face of the evil dragon was also deep into the ground.

Fortunately, I keep my eyes open.

But those eyes didn't show anything.

"And you're dead?

"No unauthorized entry into this land is allowed."

The witch, slowly descending from the sky, affirmed so without mercy.

The evil dragon was already out of breath, as the witch said.

Remember the war on the witch who let the ancient species Dragon Clan despair just once with her hands up and down.

Witch's gray eyes are like the glow of a cold moon. Witch's cold eyes glowed in the sky, where the clouds of temper cleared and the stars' brilliance returned.

"Come on, tears out of your eyes. There's not much respite."

"A reprieve?"

I don't know what it is, while I wonder. Transfer your gaze from the witch to the evil dragon. Then he approached the eyes of the evil dragon and shrugged the slight liquid that had accumulated in his eyes into a vessel.

"One rare piece of meat. Before we break in, we sell a fight to a witch..."

Then a voice descended from the sky like a woman who sounded familiar to me. At the same time, the sky is torn apart greatly.

The overhead is clear with clouds of chi and beautiful night skies. That night the sky broke completely, and many spider legs descended from the back.

Not ten or twenty. Countless long legs came out of a space gap and stuck their sharp claws to the body of the evil dragon.

"Delicious life. Precious lives. Here you go."

When me and the witch left the side of the evil dragon, the Lord, the Thousand Handed Spider, who tore the space apart, took away the giant carcass.

When the divided space finishes swallowing the remains of the evil dragon, the world is restored by making a crippling sound resembling a giddy, and stinging sound. When I realized, the starry sky was returning.

There are no more evil dragon bodies or signs before us, and the night sky regains its usual radiance. Last minute events are like dreams.

"Tomorrow, you're going to that place again. Then we'll get what we're looking for."

The witch went back to the abandoned village.

I used to stare at the night sky on the spot for a while.