We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Another person came out of the back of the inn to the screaming of a skinny man.

"This is, Master Louis Lara. What did this slave do to you?

"Oh, Grandpa Ganjario. It's nothing."

Luilala sends a greeting to the old man who came out of the back with a grin.

Apparently, this grandfather is the master of a skinny man, a demon named Ganjario, the innkeeper.

White long mustaches and eyebrows, equally white, stretched enough to hide. He's an old man with an impression of a crooked hipster. Earlier, when I remembered the reaction of a skinny man when he was tangled up in a poorly resembled man, I guess this grandfather would have a horrible attitude towards slaves if he was angry too.

Demons see people as less than slaves.

Now, Grandpa Ganjario has a gentle attitude towards Luilara, but he doesn't have much love for me standing next to him.

I'm sure it seems to me from the inside out why people's slaves are getting along with Luirala.

"Well, let me show you to your room."

Luilara is not interested in skinny men either. I wanted to thank you, I don't know what you said, but that was just mouth to mouth to boost the conversation with me.

Luilara glanced at the frightened skinny man with a buttcake on the ground for lack of interest and asked Grandpa Ganjario to show her the room.

"Go ahead, this way."

Led by Grandpa Ganjario, Luilara goes behind the inn.

I wondered if I could follow you too. [M] Luilara gave me an invitation, so I'll follow up later.

I apologized in my heart to a skinny man who was still shrinking in his ass cake, sorry to frighten you.

"This is your room. But really...?

Grandpa Ganjario looked at me.

"Oh, I don't mind. Me and him, we're friends."

"It's unusual to get along with people."

Apparently, Grandpa Ganjario is wondering that Luilara and I are staying in the same room.

The giant demon kings, Mr. Charlotte, and Louis Lara had a normal attitude towards me and everyone in my family, as a matter of course. But that's a very rare reaction, and I get Grandpa Ganjario's rare gaze.

Grandpa Ganjario walked me and Luilara to their room and he looked at me with interest just one last time and went back.

"No, Elnea, you have to thank me. I had a hard time finding a place to stay in a room with people."

"It is. Thanks. By the way, what room would a slave stay in if it were normal?

The accommodation room was a luxurious, large room located south of the fourth floor. It's an inn on the back road, but it has a solid exterior and interior. In the land of demons, even lodging with few people is splendid.

Luirala, who walked into the room and lay down in a plump, sinking bench, replies, thinking, yeah, just a little bit.

"If it's a normal inn, I guess there's no room for slaves. I wonder if it would be your letter if you could stay in the barn or shed that comes with the inn. If the format improves, we may have a room for slaves, but we won't be able to expect much."

"You treat me badly."

"That's right. But, Ernea, I owe it to you to stay in these rooms."

"Thank you, my lord!

Luilala looked at me with all her gratitude.

"By the way, did I feel like I had an acquaintance with my innkeeper?

"It just so happens."

"Do you happen to know the owner of an inn in another country but also on the back road of a local city?

"Haha. That's pretty sharp."

To my question, Louis Lara smiles.

"Elnea, if you're going to rule the demonic kingdom, I'll tell you what you better know"

"No, no, because you don't rule!

Forget Luilara's mistake.

Listen to topics of interest.

"The lodging on the city's boulevards and bustling places is a normal lodging run by the Demons for commercial purposes. The format varies from poor to aristocratic...... Well, when something happens, the innkeeper can't count on you."

"What if something happens?

"For example, getting into a thief or a killer breaking in. Sometimes the innkeeper and the bandit are friends."

"... it's a mess."

"If you stay alert, you lose everything. That's the general society of demons."

……

I'm glad I wasn't born in the demonic kingdom, stroking my chest down.

"If you're traveling for a reason like us this time, it's a good idea to have these inns built off the street."

"Wait a minute. Even a place that looks safe facing a big street seems dangerous, but a lodging on the back road or in a suspicious place is better!?

"Yes, I am."

Normally, I think I have to protect myself from unpopular lodging, low prices, noise, and low format.

To my doubts, I nodded often and Luilara gave me an explanation.

"The owner of these inns, right? Same goes for Grandpa Ganjario, but he was originally an advanced demon."

"What, really?

"You're old and you're in decline, but you're still strong enough to be toothless in the Demons around here."

"Why would a superior Demon clan have a house like this?

"Well, I guess it's a hobby. It's old age entertainment. Don't let the guests choose the inn. The innkeeper selects the guests. Here's the thing."

"I mean, Luilara was chosen by Grandpa Ganjario."

"That sort of thing. Grandpa Ganjario originally lived in His Majesty's country. That's why I met him. And I'm sure you found my offer to stay in a room with you."

"You're going to stay with customers that interest you and observe that funny and weird. I see, it could be the perfect hobby for the rest of your life"

If you originally meant advanced demons, you must have been in full rage when you were younger. So the hobby that the demons who sang about their lives arrived at was the observation of the traveler for a reason.

"It's a hobby inn. Customer service is appropriate and the price is wide, but it can accommodate me for a reason. Most importantly, it's safe."

"If it's the common sense of the Demons that these lodgings are run by superior demons, the thieves don't want to attack them."

"That sort of thing"

Hmm. I enjoyed the funny story that there are different mechanisms in the demonic world, too.

It was a long time ago that I could settle down in a clean room with walls and ceilings, and me and Luilala relaxed and relaxed. In doing so, I asked Luilala all sorts of things about the demonic world.

I overheard stories of the first clan known as the Duke of Cats rumbling around last winter and this again called the King of Puppets. I heard that the first clan existed, and it shook my heart.

It was dinner time as we were talking in, and a skinny man in the example brought dinner to my room.

I was worried that you might have done something terrible where we weren't looking. I didn't see any injuries or moles that I felt like I had seen or been hit. I had a bandage on my head injury, but other than that, it's normal.

A skinny man lined up his desk with luxurious food stared at me from time to time.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

Still, the skinny man who lined up the food without talking to me said so and walked out of the room.

He looked at me when he left. [M]

Honestly, a man's gaze hurts.

The male eyes were silently complaining about how I was the only one who was happy when I was a slave of the same people.

But I can't do anything. You shouldn't intervene cheaply with your emotions.

Maybe I shouldn't look close to Luirala if I take care of the people who work as slaves in the demonic kingdom.

"... you shouldn't worry about it. If you care about jealousy, you can't rule the Demon Nation."

"No, no, I will never be the Demon King, and I will not govern!

Did you feel my agony, Luilala? I want to talk lightly. I put a stick in it and thanked him for his care.

"Then let's eat it before it gets cold. If you leave it behind, it won't go into the mouth of a slave."

"Right. Then thank the man who made it and eat it."

I'll take it, and I'll just pray and start eating dinner.

And have dinner and discuss what's coming.

Luilala and I didn't step into a local city without meaning.

If you want to keep your figure from the demons after the Demon Throne, including Gilrad, you better keep it out of sight as long as possible. Conserved food is well secured, and there is no need to inadvertently approach large cities and cities. Why did you nevertheless turn your foot to the cities of the region? That was to explore the current situation in this country.

"We have to find Gilrad."

"Even if you assassinate him, Elnea, you'll be in trouble if you don't know where he's rambling."

"Assassination..."

"Hehe hehe. I'm trying to tell you something beautiful, but you can't. Sneak up on me and finish with or without me. It's called assassination."

"Oh yeah...... But do you have information in a local city like this?

"What about more information? But you can know the general situation. These lodgings are great for getting that information."

"So Grandpa Ganjario is collecting stories and rumors about the people who escaped from the center."

"I'm glad you understand."

"Then, starting tomorrow, we have to run to find out what's going on with Gilrad and the other demons. Hang in there, Louis Lara!

When I backed him up, Luilara looked at me with white eyes.

"Bye. You of the people can't leave the Devil's City the way you think. You won't be able to get information from the Demons. That's why it's still me who moves..."

"I'm here for you, Luilala!

"... it's a loan, a loan!

"Yeah. I'll give it back with interest, please."

I wonder if it's true, and Luilala was smiling bitterly.

I owe Luilala a lot for this commotion. [M] No, since before this commotion. It was Luirala who brought the supplies from the demonic kingdom for the reconstruction of the King's capital in the kingdom of Armuad.

"Then, in case you start tomorrow. Let's get some rest today."

So. After we had finished eating the dishes, we decided to go to bed early.

The bedrooms are separate!

It's a sleepover in the same room, but me and Louis Lara's bedroom were prepared for each of us.

When I dived into the futon, I fell asleep immersed in the pleasant feeling of a long time ago.

Late at night, I guess.

I wake up and wake up.

When I checked Luirala in the dark, he was resting in swallowing. But if you want to play a prank while you're asleep, you should never get your hands on it.

Because it's this way to look at scary eyes.

I thought I'd check on Louis Lara and go to bed again. Thanks, I haven't been able to sleep here lately because I've been in the wilderness doing vigilance and other things in a much shallow sleep, once I woke up.

I wonder what Ares is doing, and I'll explore the signs. But apparently, he's nowhere near here. I wonder if the fact that you don't feel any signs on the side of the wooden knife of the spirit tree means you've been visiting Priscia for a long time.

Must be flying around with purple potatoes as a souvenir.

"Well, what shall we do?"

I'm interested in the Demonic City, but I can't walk out of the city in the middle of the night alone. When people wander around, they can get tangled up like skinny men.

But you'll be fine in the inn, won't you?

So I snuck out of the room and went out into the hallway.

There's another room on the fourth floor on the top floor, separate from the one we're staying in. But I don't think we have any guests.

I wondered if there was anything interesting, and when I went down the stairs, there were signs of people in the back yard of the inn.

It's the middle of the night, what are you doing?

No way...

Is it a bandit?!?

Perhaps even if the senior Demon clan is the manager, it doesn't mean they don't have any intruders. Besides, even if we are commonsense among demons, if people are intruders, we may not know how demons reside.

Kill the signs and go further downstairs. And I went out the back door of the inn to the back yard.

Quiet starry night.

There, the water sounds.

Why the water? and as he raises his doubts, he approaches under the signs.

The sign is, for two.

At the end of the barn facing the backyard.

Sneak footsteps and proceed with caution. As such, he gently looked out of the barn wall and asked ahead.

"Ah!"

Then, my voice leaked.

Two people at the end of the barn noticed my voice and looked back with a surprised look.

"Good evening,"

I smiled bitterly as I made them feel at ease. [M]

One of the two people making a water noise at the end of the barn was someone I knew.

He was a skinny man in Grandpa Ganjario's slavery.

The other was a woman, and this one was thin.

And the two of them were washing their clothes in front of the well.