We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"How could you...?

Words are going to be jammed with agitation.

He looked down at the skinny man he had seized and expressed his doubts.

I knew from the beginning that he was sending strange glances at me.

But I can't believe they're after my life...

"Hey, why, you..."

The skinny man leaks his voice painfully and looks at me behind him.

Now again, he's got a complex expression in his eyes.

Not pure intent to kill. I would lie if I said there was no jealousy. There's no way someone's manipulating me, no sign I'm being threatened. Even though you have obvious hostility towards me, you can also ask me the opposite of "the same people".

Why the hell did this man attack me?

When a skinny man tries to say something.

"Never thought it would cause such a commotion."

It was Grandpa Ganjario who revealed the circle of demons gathered around me.

Grandpa Ganjario feels like other HRs when he says his slaves have caused a scene, but he looks forward to the next development.

I'm more disgusted by the attitude of observing slaves and us as funny and strange as something, like Grandpa Ganjario, than by the skinny man who attacked me.

I'm sure you don't care about your responsibilities as a husband.

What the slave has done is done if the slave takes responsibility and ends it. Because, let's kill him and process him, that's all I think about.

Skinny men also grasped the ruthless character of their husbands, returning their hateful gaze.

But when the Wild Horse Demons chorused to kill him, he blued his complexion in an instant and began to tremble under my knees.

"It was you who attacked me, wasn't it?

To my second question, the skinny man shifts his gaze here.

"Why... just you. Why are you the only one who seems happy when you're of the same race?"

"Oh, is that what you mean," a skinny man squeezed out, and I dropped in my heart.

That's what I was ready for. I was aware that if I operated in the Demonic Nation, I would sooner or later come across these problems.

I was aware, but it's something I wanted to avoid as much as possible.

"We were used by the demons before the sun rose, heavy labor until late at night. I am not given any kind of rice, and the beds are treated the same as livestock. Yet you have a friendly conversation with the Demons, dine with them, and sleep in circles. Why, why..."

To the whining of a skinny man, but my heart was no longer upset.

"Haha, that's stupid thinking"

Luilara laughs funnyheartedly at the words of a skinny man.

Luilara opens her mouth to the thin man's gaze about what's funny.

"Weak and strong. The weak follow the strong. That's the world. It's a simple story. You're stronger than anyone else on this scene, Ernea. That's why we are recognized by the devil clan. He's the one who secured the most food. Isn't it natural that you have the right to eat? Hit it. Well, what about you? You're weak as a garbage worm. I can't admit it because I'm weak. I'm not being treated in a mess because I'm a slave. It's so cluttered that it doesn't have any effect around me, whether I'm there or not, that I'm treated so cluttered that I can dispose of it whenever I want. What kind of productive thing did you do?

"Luilara!"

"Whoa, to put it too badly, Elnea, you piss me off. It scares me when I piss him off. That could kill everyone in this room... but me."

The demons around him as well as the skinny men were pompous in love with Luilara, who said it was obvious.

But I'm not.

Luilara says too much. Indeed, Louis Lara is right. Even the people, if they have enough power to be independent, may be able to get out of the position of slaves. But there's no way all slaves have that opportunity or ability. Your abilities as a race are too different. The same goes for skinny men. Forced to work heavily in an environment where they don't get a decent meal, their skinny bodies are hard to see.

These people don't have the environment to learn swordsmanship or escort from someone or to train or study freely.

And yet it's too harsh to say because you don't have the strength.

To my stare, Luilala flaunted his shoulder. [M]

"So, what do we do? Whatever the circumstances, I aimed for your life. I think it's quick to kill him. Or leave me with a little mercy?

Come on, what choice do you make, Louis Lara's eyes glowed.

If you look at it, Grandpa Ganjario also asks me how it is with a look of curiosity about my choices.

Totally no more. This is why the Demons...

I look down at a man who has lost weight in silence.

The skinny man was flabbergasted as to whether Louis Lara's words were too shocking.

"You know what? I don't think you should lose out on the devil tribe's sexuality. I don't think it needs to get any worse just because the Demons are evil."

Everyone was staring at me, wondering what you were talking about.

"The story is not right, as Luilara says, that if we have the power, we can be equal. Because even if you have power, you can be jealous the other way around. That's why I'm here from another country. [M] I don't think it's power that counts, do you? I think it's an effort to get to know each other. Well, it seems like a normal demon clan doesn't intend to get along with people like that. I don't think they need to be indifferent or give up just because they don't care."

I remove one knee from the skinny man's back and release the arm that was so tight in the back.

"That's why I'm sure I'll get along with you, I think I can tell. So I decided I didn't think this was a trivial mistake."

"So, what if they're after you again, Mr. Elnea?"

"That's when it happened. Luilara said so herself. I'm not gonna be late for anything but you."

"Heh heh. Now you're telling me."

I gave it back with a bitter smile to Luilara, who smiled.

If you don't cut off your looks, you're going to get really attacked by the Demons.

I reach out to a skinny man who is confused that he has been freed. The skinny man looked alternately at my hand and face and showed hesitation.

"Elnea, I wonder if I didn't understand your words. There is no such thing as forgiveness for you. [M] Elnea, you want to get along with you."

"I'll tell you first. I am not the kind of person who can solve the slavery of a demonic country. [M] But I think I can get along with you."

I said, I took a skinny man's hand from me and got him up. [M]

"Ho, really...?

"Yeah. Guys, I'm tired from an unfamiliar journey. Tonight's commotion must be a dream. Isn't that right, Luilala?

"Haha. That's what I'm gonna do."

It was all a dream.

It's weird how everyone dreams the same way. But you can't blame me in real life for what happened to your dreams, and I turned my eyes around without saying whether or not.

Next to Luirala, Mr. Meduria nodded, watching silently. The next thing I know, the ministers admitted that they had no choice. So, the other demons, who are only wild horses, convinced me.

"Lead to an interesting ending. I see, your friend Louis Lara."

"Me and Ernea, you're my best friend."

Luilara laughs happily at Grandpa Ganjario's words.

"No blame, that applies to you too. Are you sure?

And Mr. Meduria saw Grandpa Ganjario.

I don't blame my husband or the other slaves, so don't punish the slaves on your own.

Grandpa Ganjario stares at a skinny man with a nod that he accepts.

"It's been an interesting dream for a long time. You're going to have to be as brilliant as this boy. Then I'll think about it as much as improving my treatment."

Grandpa Ganjario said so and took a skinny man back.

Demons are the kind of people who smile and lie, but can I believe it?

Just in case, let's keep an eye out for their trends.

And I'm worried that this disturbance will cause disturbing signs to the slaves.

How can things go so that there are no waves?

The midnight disturbance showed a fit, while leaving a glimmer of anxiety.

After the night I was targeted, I never had the same problem.

But another problem surfaced again.

It was also a problem from the beginning, securing drinking water.

The food is moisturizing to a minimum or more in my hunt. But the drinking water was different.

Only the first time I was traveling around the city was there a lot to use for drinking water. Day five continues the escape to the east. The inability to find new sources of water was finally beginning to exacerbate the water problem.

"If we can't get the water by the end of the day, there might be a dead man."

I am in a hurry for Luilara's words to say.

I don't like coming this far and letting the dead and shepherds out.

Since the unrest, skinny men and other slaves have also begun to get along a little bit. If I tell you my love hasn't shifted, I'll be lying.

"Hey, I want you to focus"

"Explore the wide range with dragon sword dance? Then you'll be the one who can cross the sword!

"No, that's fine! Or unfortunately Ares isn't back, so I can't..."

But right now, I can explore a wide range by other means than dragon sword dance.

"I'm sorry to bother you"

And I got into the carriage where the people who couldn't walk were stuffed with cows.

Why do you ask people who are surprised that I'm in the carriage to divide up the space and meditate?

Deeply unconscious, I feel a world that goes on everywhere.

flocks of animals, populations of birds. As the wind flows, we expand our consciousness.

Haven't it been raining much lately, and the dry earth craved water just as much as we did. The grass is chorusing to get some water.

But I don't see any rain clouds in the sky.

It doesn't have to be a river. I caught a crowd gathering in the distance, searching for a pond somewhere.

"All of you, over there -!

I stopped meditating and stepped out of the carriage and pointed northeast.

"We have a village, so let us replenish the water there!

The village exists near water sources.

I can't live without water.

To my decree, not only the slaves, but even the demons gave a roar of joy, and modified their path in search of moisture.

Endure the thirst and all progress together.

The demons also tried to help the slow-walking people and head to the water field a little faster.

The Demon Clan, who runs out and goes first, apparently wasn't there. Oh well. This time of year. If you push a small number against a village, you may be mistaken for a burglar and become a futile feud. I suppose you calculated that it would be easier to use the breadth of Mr. Meduria's face, who was the lord of a local city, than that.

That's why, marching at a faster rate than ever before, we arrived at the village we were looking for before it dried up.

"Please, divide the water"

It was Mr. Meduria, as expected, who hit the bargain with the villagers.

The demons of the villagers, wary that the group was approaching from afar, accepted Mr. Meduria's offer.

"Please, feel free to use it"

"I can't believe it's water now!

"When that city falls, it's all here..."

We just wanted to ask you to share the water.

When the villagers heard the tragedy of the local city from Mr. Meduria, they turned back to their homes as if they were in a panic. And order the slaves to pack their bags.

"Please, we're with you..."

"It's over!

"I confess to the guy in the next village when this commotion subsides..."

The turmoil in the neighboring cities doesn't seem to be human resources.

The villagers packed the luggage they could carry, and we became even bigger places.

"Haha. If it swells up too much, the march will be slower than it is now. If you do poorly, you could get caught up in a slave hunt, but what do you do?

Needless to say, it was Luirala who laughed so much when he saw over two hundred refugees.

Whatever you do, you can't expect my decision. [M] Louis Lara is a bad friend, even if she's a friend. Definitely.

"If they catch up, oh... but yes. Dear Luilara!"

I asked him to close one of his eyes and, hey, he looked at me.

However, Luirala's allegations were made in the back of a cheerful exchange.

From the end of the horizon, a group of people giving high soil and smoke came closer than behind them when they reached the Necromancer City about half a day away.