We Live in Dragon’s Peak

In the first place, I didn't have the option of hiding in a forbidden territory until the clashes between the demons converged.

Because I don't know how many years it will take to converge, and I don't like not seeing the Mistrals until then, or getting married.

After being attacked in the kingdom of Armuad by Gilrad, an advanced demon tribe. It was Luirala who abducted me in consideration. [M] How tyrannical at that time, I thought. In the end, Luilara's abduction played a role.

The trouble when you get caught up in a commotion, or when you're supposed to put yourself in a vortex with some malicious intent, is that you get around to the back of whoever's causing the commotion no matter how it moves, right?

They're getting ready to go around so that this one can show any movement.

But then.

If I could pull myself out of the commotion before being danced in the palm of my hand. More than that, if the location is unknown or something, the opponent will no longer be able to get his hands on it.

I was forcibly abducted by Luirala, and since I was pulled into the Suranel River, I've been treated as missing.

Off the thoughts of Gilrad. I conveniently don't dance in the palm of my hand by dazzling my whereabouts.

Conversely, once he disappeared, this one had changed to a position where he could set up Gilrad.

But hey...

"Assassination, I think, is too much."

Keep a penetration into Luilara's dialogue.

I can't believe I'm an assassin. [M]

"But don't you think there's nothing else you can say?

"Oh, that's..."

"Because of this, I'm able to scratch the other eye. I think it's too soon to sneak up on this."

"If you just want to take down Gilrad, that's fine."

Yes, if you want to defeat only Gilrad, who's been after me, I think it's fine with Luirala's plan.

Could that just put an end to this commotion?

Like Gilrad, few demons can hide themselves and come over Dragon Peak to the kingdom of the people. From now on, if Luirala or the giant Demon King were to pay attention, I don't think it would be necessary to rub my concern for the safety of my family if I drew attention to those living in Dragon Peak.

But.

When they say if the problem has really been solved, they may tip their necks.

The kingdom of the Demon Nation will now be transformed into a chaotic world in the battle for the Demon Throne. From now on, there will be powerful people from all over the land who think they deserve the Demon King, right?

Then the likes of Gilrad and more demons will appear, and they may look at us again.

It doesn't make sense to be in the same situation again.

Until Luirala abducted me and I entered the embargo, I didn't think in depth that even Gilrad would do something about it.

But I met Nazaria, Micheira, and the witches, and I knew that the world was overflowing with people who were more in my hands than I thought. I can't say enough that among those who target the Demon King, there are no such powerful men.

So I now had the question of whether it was really okay to just defeat Gilrad.

"Elnea, I don't even know how you feel about the crisis. That's a mysterious story."

That's what they said when they opened their thoughts to Luilara as they moved.

"Elnea, I don't think there's anything I can do about it unless I show you that you're going to be the Demon King or that the Demons are going to see something worse than hell when you get your hands on it cheaply."

"I don't want to be the Demon King, and I don't want to be brutal!

"I think if we destroy a couple of major cities, the Demons will also show hesitation. If I aim at you, I'm gonna make a big deal out of this!

"That's a huge nuisance to the Demons and those who live normally who are not in the Battle for the Demon Throne!

"There you go. A small sacrifice for a big purpose."

"... I don't want the sacrifice of ordinary people"

I am prepared not to quit any means for my family. [M] I just don't want to be a big nuisance.

"So, what are you gonna do?

Luilara asked me, and I stared at the distant scenery blurred.

"Right. In the meantime, let's go assassinate Gilrad..."

How can it fit well and end the commotion? I don't know that right now.

But I see about the problem in front of me.

You can't leave someone with fangs on me, someone who's going to put his family in danger.

Me and Luilala progressed through an unpopular land.

Ares was hugged by me and was eating potatoes looking delicious.

"Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing to me when I'm a human being!

"Please forgive me"

It was on the back roads of certain local cities that the anger and scream echoed.

Alone, killing time in a corner of the road about two off the boulevard, a skinny man with luggage running busy. Somehow watching, I bumped into a demonic looking bad looking guy who suddenly came out of the corner of the road.

Splashing luggage. A busy lean person who seems to fall. And the man who suddenly came out of the corner also dropped the luggage he was holding.

shaggy, something sounded cracking and I had a bad feeling.

"How dare you, well, that's what people hit on me about. You broke this pot I just bought."

"Well..."

The poorly resembled man picked up the wrap he had dropped and opened it in front of a skinny man to show it. Fragments of unbroken scattered ceramics overflowed from the wrap and fell to the ground, becoming even finer fragments.

A skinny man who turns pale in the face.

"I don't know..."

"Ahem? You think you can just be forgiven for making mistakes?

"So, but..."

Werewolves, eyes swimming thin men, unfamiliar men stuffed.

The skinny man screamed.

"Oh my God, what slave!?

"Oh, forgive me... Please, to your husband..."

"You think you can forgive me? How much do you think this is?

"Please forgive me..."

On the sword screen of an unfamiliar man, the skinny man lays down frightened and round himself, trembling. There, the unlucky man relentlessly kicks in. Then he grabbed the skinny man's hair and lifted his torso, pulling his jacket off with rough hands.

It was a sight that made me want to look away.

Thousands of chopped clothes. A lean man's upper body that reveals itself. On the floating chest of the bone, there are traces of a large baking.

It's a sign of whose slave he is.

In advance, Louis Lara had told me.

In cities, cities, etc., besides demons, slaves live, or move in the life of their masters. Is there a mark somewhere in your body indicating who the owner is so that you don't run into a slave hunt at that time?

Marks are worn with deep scratches that don't disappear or baked like skinny men.

If there were no sign of the owner of the slave, he would be kidnapped by a slave hunt or killed unharmed by spectacles.

The badly resembled man who saw the mark of slavery gave him a dirtier grin than ever.

"A slave to Grandpa Ganjario."

"Oh, forgive me! Please, to your husband..."

"You can't just not tell me. Anyway, this pot was expensive!

The poorly resembled man tried to move with his skinny man's hair pulled. Skinny men used to say apologies many times, but they can't hear me.

Something, and someone who hears the commotion peeps through the window of the house or comes from somewhere. But when the wild horse saw a man with a bad face and a skinny man, he passed like a bore.

Could this be the normal thing to happen in the demonic kingdom?

I feel sick about the thinness of the demons' reactions.

But what can I do...

I was just staring at the interaction between the two of them, annoyed by the guilt.

I don't stick my neck in a demonic society. Whether you see slavery or come across brutal occasions.

Never intervene.

That's what I was prepared to decide from the start, and Louis Lara was pushing me to be tough.

Because of this, the present is disappearing from the eyes of those who are after Gilrad and the Demon Throne. If we are intervening in a disturbance on the spot, we will crush our own advantages.

I know.

I know...

Skinny man with pulled hair and screaming.

A bad-looking man with a dirty grin just saying he grabbed the golden crawl.

A skinny man rammed up to ask for help. Thousands of hairs cut off in that clap, the skinny man collapses to the ground.

The skinny man's scalp was wet in blood.

Still, the man didn't cry out for a headache and asked his surroundings for help.

Curious, slightly wild horse people, but they don't move. Instead, he watched the expansion continue slightly in colour as to what would happen next.

And my gaze overlapped with that of a skinny man, nestled a little further away.

"Ha, please help me!

A sad cry.

My heart hurts terribly.

But...

But...

Me eating my teeth off and still only staring at me.

"Oh? Oh, my God, no. What are you looking at in people's minds?

Then a man with a bad face noticed me came up here. [M]

"Yep..."

How do I spin words, when I show so much confusion.

"Oh boy. You have no choice. Elnea, I think you're too kind."

There was a man who put his hand on my shoulder with a relaxing voice.

You don't have to look back, just your voice can tell.

"Luilara......"

Louis Lara smiles at my whining, saying you owe me one.

But that laugh wasn't meant for friends, it was a beast laugh hunting for prey.

"Hey, what...?

A man with a bad face wandered over to Luirala, who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, hello. What's wrong with you, my slave?

With his hands off my shoulder, Luilala approaches a man who looks bad in his usual footsteps.

Conversely, the poorly resembled man let his face pull and then retreated.

"Oh, was it your slave? Sori, excuse me...... I don't have any business over there. I just want this guy to drop by."

The unfamiliar man strayed from my gaze, laughing lovingly at Luirala, pointing at the skinny man who was rambling to escape at his feet.

"haha"

I see, and Luilara laughs cheerfully.

"But. You don't think that's gonna make you forgive me, do you?

I laugh cheerfully, but the words are scary.

"You gave my slave a little bit, that means. That's why you gave me a little something."

"Yes, no. I didn't mean to..."

"But, well, it wasn't harmful."

"So, right? I don't want to harm you..."

"Right."

"That's right!

"... How did you think I'd be convinced?

"No, no, no, no."

Luilara moves forward unconstitutionally in front of a poorly resembled man. And then he pulled out his sledge and lower back sword.

"But, well, I need to give you about a chance to help. So. If you can beat me in a sword fight, I'll miss you."

"Ke, swordsmanship battle?

"Yes. No magic. The battle of pure swordsmanship"

This is getting interesting, and a sword was thrown from somewhere. The sword thrown from the wild horse rolls under the feet of a poorly resembled man.

"Really, because you can forgive me for that?

"There's no such thing as a demon clan."

"Well, then..."

Asking how Luirala was doing, the poorly resembled man picked up the sword at his feet. The moment I think about it, there's no beginning signal, and Luilara slashes me.

Ahhh!

No, before I utter my voice.

The poorly resembled man was slashed from the heavenly edge of his head to his groin thoroughly and fell in two.

The same red coloured blood spreads on the ground as the people.

A skinny man who was on his side ran away screaming.

"Oh, boy. I don't fight with dignity."

What a stupidity I had to laugh bitterly at Luilara, who comes back beside me with her bloody sword.

"Are you okay with me killing you?...?

Whoa, yeah.

While I was lurking in the land of demons, I was dressed as a slave to Luirala.

When people who are not even slaves in the demonic kingdom walk normally, they stand out. The outfit and others are also dressed in cheap outfits purchased by Louis Lara in the village along the way and stored by Ares except when she also needs a white sword and a wooden knife from a spirit tree. And Ares doesn't want to wear anything but her favorite clothes, so she usually disappeared.

"So, you were able to secure the lodging? … is it"

Uhm, I'm not used to saying it. I can't believe it's a tribute to Luilara.

Luilara nodded, laughing at my weird language.

I act as a slave to Luirala. [M]

So, the question of whether Ruirala is okay as it is, wasn't actually a problem.

In the first place, Luirala is under the authority of the Demon King of the Giants. You're not famous for this land where Kushalila ruled, and few people know Luirala's face? If you know, it seems to be someone who was at the heart of the country, or a nobleman or merchant who had exchanges. Even if some of those fighting for the Demon Throne knew Ruirala, he's still not as alert as he should be in a province like this.

That said, you can't act without any concern at all. So Luilala was looking for a place to stay this evening.

"And it's terrible,"

"Eh! Me?"

"No, no, I'm not. Um, it's the clan they were talking about. I can't believe I saved your life and ran away without thanking you."

"Indeed. But I was scared of the Louis Lara vibe, and the next time Louis Lara put a toy on me, I thought it would be tough."

"Still, you wanted to thank me."

"Luirala's a strange devil who wants to thank you."

"Elnea, I don't want you to tell me."

Oh, my God, we came to the inn in a whispered conversation so they wouldn't hear us around.

"Welcome!

"Ah!"

I dived into the inn entrance and looked at the person who came out to serve the customer, and I raised my voice.

"Hit it!

And the man who showed up for customer service screamed and buttcaked.

He just ran away, he was a skinny man.