We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"The Necromancer Goldba was one of the best demons around here."

It was Mr. Meduria, a former lord of the local city, who told me that.

Speaking of which, the reigning Necromancer city of Goldba was near the foot of Dragon Peak, just on the edge, right?

The Necromancer Goldba, who ruled the ghosts, the deceased and the Necromancers, and made them live in his ruling city like living inhabitants.

When I told him that I had defeated Goldoba in last year's commotion with the Demons, I was equally surprised not only by Mr. Meduria, but also by the demons of the ministers.

Even if they don't know my name and appearance, they also know that Kushalila, the Demon King, marched over Dragon Peak to the east and defeated.

Some demons were pushing their voices down the back of their throats.

True, from a demonic standpoint, I'm one of the people. But everyone realized that they were going to draw a line with the slaves around them.

First of all, there's a constant luirala beside me.

Whoever sees it, I'll get along with the Luilara of the Advanced Demons. Furthermore, Mr. Meduria spoke to me intimately, and her ministers behaved politely towards me.

Anyway, I was the one who protected them with dragon art when we escaped the Lords' Hall. Mr. Meduria and the ministers knew what I was capable of.

That's why I'm traveling all the way east without causing problems like this with the other demons that have joined me when I get out of the city.

If I tell you there's no problem, you're lying.

The biggest problem is the slave people, who are more than a few times as numerous as the demon people.

The Demons, with the exception of Mr. Meduria and the ministers, have about twenty left. Most of the population, which is a great zone of more than a hundred people, were slaves kept by that slight demonic tribe.

The slaves are forced to labor as harshly as they do every day. Except for that daily hard labor and the harshness of keeping walking all day.

There were also small children and elderly people who were in the body of slaves, and those people were causing delays in the march.

"Shit. I can't walk anymore."

"Hi. forgive me"

My husband's demonic tribe looked blatantly disgusted at the woman who had swollen her ankle and nodded.

"Fair enough. If you can't walk, you can't help it. Take this man to the carriage."

"But Master Meduria. No more carriages..."

"Let the slaves choose. They want to be cattle stuffed in a narrow place, or abandoned in this place."

Those who could no longer walk had been put in their luggage with the kindness of Mr. Meduria. But it's already full. If anyone still can't walk, we'll have to give them a ride.

If you don't like luggage cars that are full and can barely move, you have to stay here.

And all those who can no longer walk if you want to leave.

As long as we leave only those dissatisfied with the treatment and continue to feed the slave hunters who will be approaching from behind, we cut off all the clean foot clumps and proceed lightly. That's what the Demons want to think.

In the first place, the kindness of not abandoning slaves is due to Mr. Meduria's favor, and the slaves are also aware of that. I also understand the fate that awaits me after being abandoned. So no one was complaining about any treatment followed.

Well, some demons who wanted to get away quickly were dissatisfied with me. They also did not have the confidence and courage to get out of this group and get away with it, following Ms Meduria's policy.

Thus, we proceeded east for about two days.

Then the next thing that's going to be a problem is food.

Most, including Mr. Meduria, escaped dressed in sudden raids, thus not ensuring adequate food and water.

The only way to save water is to save. If there is any such thing as Zelig on the move, replenish it there and consume it until the next water source.

Food is.

Oh, my God.

Even me and Luirala were in food distress.

'Cause Ares keeps our stuff. That Ares hasn't come back in the last few days.

This means that we don't have any preserved food on hand that we should have secured in large quantities because of the embargo.

Ares, come back soon!

We started running out of food, so we had no choice but to hunt in the middle of the trip.

"Take these guys. It'll help a little."

And it was Grandpa Ganjario who took care of him in the inn who had advanced with the intention of distracting him.

Grandpa Ganjario, too, that's a former advanced demon clan. Apparently, that amount of noise was to the extent of the noise the child gave you. Nevertheless, I was thinking about the future, leaving the city behind.

He hitched a ride where the lord was fleeing, not knowing we were hiding.

Grandpa Ganjario brought in a skinny man who looked familiar. Two more, two equally skinny boys, but I remember these two slightly too. I feel like I was among those slaves who rushed out of there after a skinny woman ran to the barn during the commotion.

"Ha, you've got your feet together."

"Here, Luilara!

To Grandpa Ganjario's kindness, I blame Luilara for saying heartless words.

The skinny man and the two boys had a look that looked complicated but never complained.

If I were to argue, my husband or Luirala, or even if they overlook it, they might be badly dealt with by other demons. I know that, so I can't disobey you no matter what you say or do. Those are the slaves who serve the demons.

I smiled and asked him to blow the signs that the atmosphere had gotten a little worse, and when I got my hands on it, he shook me back hesitantly.

"Well, I'll go hunting then."

"I want beef."

"I'm not a dragon clan... I'll do my best to find it."

I don't use respect for Luilara anymore. [M]

The way he talks to Louis Lara intimately has been witnessed by the demons around him as he flees the city. Then take it easy. The street is always the best.

I took Grandpa Ganjario's three slaves and set my feet on the nearby woods.

And he just turned back.

"Hey, lend me your dagger for demolition!

Oh, my God!

My equipment, that is, the white sword and the wooden knife of the spirit tree, were also given to Ares, so I don't have any weapons in my hand.

Bare hands, or you can hunt for prey with dragon art, but you can't dismantle it.

Oh, boy, Louis Lara sighed and lent me her dagger of nostalgia.

That's Boy Long Live Swordsmanship.

It wasn't as good as the ore dagger Mr. Ayura lent me, but it seems to have a good cut in the industry.

Thanking him, he joined the three waiting ahead, and now it's time to go into the woods.

"Hey, that's you, Ernea. Now you don't have to worry about food for a couple of days."

"But how soon can we reach Necromancer City?"

"Proceed at the speed of the status quo, is it about ten more days"

It was Mr. Meduria who answered my question.

I'm a little surprised to see the massive amount of meat I've been harvesting.

"Wasn't it heavy?

"Yeah, I have strength."

Me.

Because the meat I have harvested today was a quantity that I could not hold alone: two sheep and one pig.

I treated the unwanted area at the hunting ground and brought it back with meat in a bag I had prepared beforehand. The three of them I took didn't do much for luggage.

Hi, I think I just spent my strength traveling. After that, he helped me dismantle the prey I hunted, but he wasn't strong enough to hold a bag of meat.

If you ask, get out of here for about two days. They had barely eaten anything from the food distress.

Don't tell me you snuck in locally and ate a little meat.

By the way, I didn't use spatial leaps when the three of us were acting.

I only used it when I was fixing my prey, but the three of them had me waiting in the middle of the woods.

Hunt prey alone, bring it to a place where the three of them wait and dismantle it. While the three of them were dismantling, I was able to secure this much meat in a short amount of time thanks to my work in hand that I would go hunting again.

Not only we, but the other demons were able to secure food for the slaves.

But we'll get the best out of it.

Pfft.

I've been competing against Dragon Nation people for hunting in Dragon Peak.

You can't lose.

And the food collected was to be divided among everyone on the run.

Not just our harvest. Once the mountain vegetables and fruits gathered by the others are collected, they will be distributed evenly among the demons. It's even, including the portion of the slaves the Demons hold.

The work of distribution was partitioned by Mr. Meduria's subordination. Thanks to this, the food goes without dispute.

Well, I've secured the most food hidden from Mr. Meduria, and there's no way the people who get it are dissatisfied.

If you're dissatisfied, I won't separate you from the next time!

Whether the demons who receive the rations distribute it properly to the slaves, that is the domain of each demon. It is beyond my control. [M]

Just in case, I asked the demons in the distributor to tell me to feed the slaves enough so they could take the strength of a long journey.

Please, may the Demons have consciences too, I could only hope.

I had dinner mixed up in a circle of medulias. [M]

And go to bed early.

The night watch, it seems, will be done by the others.

On Luilara's side, lie down. Nearby, Mr. Meduria and other demons were also lying down.

There are no blankets or anything.

Good thing it's after spring. If this were winter, there could have been a lot of shepherds out there in the cold.

With him lying down, he stares into the wilderness where he has walked.

I can't see the night sky dyeing bright red anymore. There are just beautiful starry skies going on everywhere.

The starry sky is beautiful, even in the land of the demons.

But beneath the beautiful sky, brutality is still being done.

The bandits who occupied the local cities will be behaving unmanned these days. I just feel bad for thinking about what's going on with the people who are running late.

Looking at the blurry, westerly starry sky, the sleeper gradually attacked.

I closed my eyes quietly and fell asleep.

Well, it was after midnight that I woke up noticing some sneaky footsteps.

I wonder who.

Is he a watchman?

Is there someone walking around who can't sleep?

Keep your eyes closed and somehow explore the signs.

The footsteps quietly approached us.

I wish that was all...

Lurking in someone approaching, slight killer.

Is it me that's being pointed at?

Everyone around me is asleep, including Luilara.

Someone sews between the sleeping people and holds the killer in his body looms.

Nearby, Mr. Meduria, who is putting together the evacuees, is also sleeping.

You should hold it off before it bothers you around, so I tried to move.

But apparently, the assassin was an amateur and couldn't stand his strained mind.

"Whoa, whoa!

For some reason, the assassin came running at me all at once, screaming more like a scream.

"Grr!"

And an assassin who can be seized lightly.

From a lying position, I turned behind the assassin with a spatial leap. He then pushed his arm with the blade to the back of his hand and down to the ground.

I pressed one knee against my back, tied it to the ground so that I could not move, checked the assassin's face, and I was stunned.

"Hey, you're in trouble for this. I can't believe my people are after my life."

Luilara peels and rises. Likewise, the demons who slept around rose up and stared at the assassin I had seized with angry eyes.

Apparently, they were all raccoons.

"So, what are we going to do, Mr. Elnea? I turned to you to kill. Do you want to kill him?"

All I could say was a few words about Louis Lara. [M] And stare at the person you seized with intricate eyes.

"How could you..."

Man groaning under my knees. It was Grandpa Ganjario's slave, a skinny man.