We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Wow. That's a nasty throne."

"Because of this, why don't you sit down?

"No, no, you don't look good on me."

"Haha. I didn't say a word about not looking good."

"Ugh. It was"

"Elnea, when you become the Demon King, I'll give you a lovely throne."

"I wonder what Luilara is talking about. I will never be a demon king."

"Well, don't say that. Fun, huh?"

"It's you and the giant demon kings who have fun, definitely not me!

Oh, boy, I sighed in front of a nasty throne made of gold.

"Nevertheless, I'm sorry to hear that. I can't believe they're gonna get away with this in a little while."

"Where have you been? When I finally thought I was back at Demon King Castle, I left right away."

The master of the throne went out without noticing me and Luirala lurking.

I guess I never thought there would be someone lurking near me who was good at getting rid of the signs.

"Mr. Ernea, by the way. When did you get so good at getting rid of the signs? You've had my surprises before."

"Pfft. Well done. You listened. First of all, I acquired a new ability to read the world in the training of the Forbidden Territories. It's an application."

"Eh heh. In such a short period of time, that would be great."

"Yeah, I was surprised myself. But this was a change of mind."

"Mind if I ask?

"I have no choice. Let me tell you something."

I talk to Luirala in the dim hall where the Golden Throne rests, exploring for signs of the Demon Clan around me.

This nasty throne and the current ruler of Demon King Castle are identical figures.

We were chasing you, Gilrad.

Apparently, of the advanced demon clan, he returned here from the kingdom of Armuad within a short period of time to occupy the demon capital.

"In the first place, this ability is what makes the world uncomfortable, isn't it? The discomfort of the wind flow, the warmth of the earth. Find the discomfort of nature and identify those who lurk there."

"Yeah, yeah. I think it's a pretty nice ability."

"No matter how many signs you kill, you can't wipe the discomfort in nature. That's my ability to read the world. So what happens when you blend into the world so you don't feel uncomfortable?"

"So, Ernea, you didn't kill the signs, you blended into the world."

"It is. In the first place, meditation can lead to dragon veins. [M] By sublimating it and leaving it to the dragon pulse flow, we can blend into the world."

"Read the signs, that is. Because it's about sensing the other person's presence. If you blend in naturally, you won't let them feel signs or presence."

"Right."

"So, Ernea, if someone with the ability to read the world confronts someone who blends into the world like you, which one will win?

"See that. I guess better win. It goes hand in hand with the search for signs."

"Yeah. I see."

Talking to others, he felt signs of the demons approaching between the thrones.

Luilara also quickly perceived, can magic.

A terrible wave of magic swung around Luirala like a total hairy body.

I don't need to worry about whether it's okay to free up so much conspicuous magic.

I'm not saying that my ability to blend into the world only affects me.

The presence of Luilara. Louis Lara's unleashed killings, temptations and magic. Wrap them together and erase the discomfort that affects the world.

You know, I'm still releasing dragon air in a state of war.

This ability is a technique that does not suppress one's power and erase one's presence, but blends it into the world and does not cause discomfort to those around it, so it is a great advantage to be able to free up your power in this way.

The swirl of Luirala's magic spread like a surface of water, reaching beneath its feet without being noticed by the demonic clan that approached it between the thrones.

The demon clan is swallowed by the magical waters.

I couldn't even scream, and the Demons sank into a magical sea and disappeared.

"Hey, Ernea, your abilities are really handy. I think it's beyond the realm of people. You're a demon king!

"Proverbs!

True, I don't feel like the ability I got in this training is normal. But you can't be the Demon King because of that.

I can stay the Dragon King. [M]

Besides, I think Luilala, who's listening to me, is also out of town.

The demon clan that had just approached was also one who belonged to the higher ranks. Luilala, who buries it unilaterally, doesn't want to fight it right now.

After all, Louis Lara is safer and more harmless with her sword in her hand.

I try to tailor me to the Demon King every once in a while, but when it comes to power alone, I think Luirala is closer to the Demon King.

"Now, as I'm in charge of cleaning the surroundings. What are we gonna do, wait here for Gilrad?

"Yeah, you are. I finally grabbed it. We've broken in so far, let's wait a little longer."

"Well, I guess I'll just lay low. I can erase the signs myself, so I'll take care of the discomfort around me."

So Luirala disappeared in the dim darkness.

What is the task of eliminating ambient discomfort?

Luirallah begins to destroy those who approach between the thrones. But then there's no one around here. It means erasing that discomfort with my new abilities.

Luilara disappeared and I was alone.

Well, what do we do?

I left when I thought I was back, Gilrad, but I don't know when I'll be back next.

Maybe he'll be back soon, or he'll be away for days.

If we don't come back for days, we might have to change our minds.

I stand between the thrones feeling shabby.

Dim rooms are not yet completely renovated or have all the conditioning and carpets in place.

In such a way, the golden throne set in the back emitted a very unusual presence.

"Uhm. Not my hobby."

I don't care what you say.

It's a throne.

Originally, it is a chair that symbolizes the authority with which the king sits.

As a boy, I'd be lying if I wasn't interested.

Approaching the throne, staring seriously.

It's decorated with sculptures of the sculptures of the sculptures of the sculptures of the sculptures of the spooky demons, which are totally disgusting.

But as only majesty boasts, it was made all the more luxuriously.

Kings of the kingdom of Armuad or of the kingdom of Jortenitos. The demon king of the giants is also sitting on the throne showing these kingdoms, making the ministers kneel, right?

I'm a dragon king at first, but this is nothing but a title like a brave man. So without power, I don't have servants or territories that I can obey.

So the throne is irrelevant to me.

But it's because it's unbridled...

"Hey, let's sit down. If it's enough to sit down, right?

Mumble to no one.

I unconsciously probed for signs of Louis Lara, and she wasn't in the hall.

All right, nobody's watching you.

Thank you.

I swallowed my saliva and I sat down on the golden throne.

Whoa. This is the chair where the ruler sits!

For some reason, just sitting down is going to create a chronic mind.

"The king flips around on this chair and is prestigious."

I'm not interested in the Demon King. I don't even want to be the kind of power that governs the country.

But as a boy, isn't that good enough to immerse you in your dreams?

Knock it off.

If I were a tyrant, I wonder if I would look down on the ministers in an unscrupulous manner and order an intimidating impossibility.

Ah, ha, ha, ha!

Lay low, men.

I am the king!

Kill those who disobey, and wind up the gold from the fools, and make the world of the liquor pond flesh grove!

How dare you immerse yourself in paranoia that I wouldn't normally think of.

Everyone tells me I often have fantasies and delusions.

I become aware of it.

I enjoy fantasizing about my impossible self a little bit.

Knock it off.

Whoa, ha, ha!

and that he is plunging back on the throne and immersed in paranoia.

There were signs of those who came to this room.

Louis Lara let it go bare?

And he came into the room before he could find out.

A gentlemanly demon clan, feather-woven in a pitch-black coat.

It's Gilrad.

Gilrad turned his surprised gaze to the throne as he entered the room.

And on the throne, I was still sitting in a disgraceful manner.

"Who is he who sits there?"

To Gilrad's words, I'm in a hurry when I'm done.

What should I do...

I didn't expect to face Gilrad in this situation.

"Come on, come on."

I was a little too anxious, dragged my thoughts just now, and a weird laugh leaked out of my mouth.

Ahhh!

Really, what shall we do?

"There, my throne. I'd like you to leave."

"Kuck. Really?"

Whew.

I can't get my tone back.

I didn't expect Gilrad to come back during his delusions, he's in too much of a hurry and his thoughts are weird.

"Is this your throne?"

Apparently, Gilrad hasn't noticed who I am yet.

Maybe if I intimidate you as a mysterious person like this, would you be on your guard and get out of the room?

"No, it's a much disproportionate substitute. In the first place, you wouldn't be the Demon King yet. Yet the throne..."

Ugh.

I'm unfamiliar with the language, but I've spoken an unfamiliar dialogue.

I imagined myself looking so stupid, I finally blew it out.

I knew it wasn't me.

Oh, what do we do...

It's a mistake to sit on the throne of such a bad taste in a place.

You were surprised at me for the laughter blowout, and Gilrad, who had so far stopped on guard, proceeded to the back of the room.

"You tell me... hey, you!?

And he realized me sitting on the throne laughing, and he looked abominable.

When I manage to keep my laughter down, I regain my mind and lift my hips off the throne.

Time to get serious.

Take a deep breath so they don't notice.

"As promised, I'm here in the Devil's City."

"Guru. You are the dragon king of the people... Ernea!

"Let me make you regret what you did to me, what you did to your family."

I don't care about the bad taste of the throne or the silly delusions right now.

Anyway, I will not tolerate anyone who brings disaster closer to me.

The purpose of defeating Gilrad here so as not to target us is unshakeable.

I slowly pull out the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree.

Gilrad wasn't in the mood with his cane on, but he's definitely in a critical posture with a bloated killing spirit.

It doesn't matter if you don't feel comfortable in this place anymore.

At the time of the confrontation, the battle had already begun.

In an attempt to decide how to compete, I turn momentarily behind Gilrad in a spatial leap. And waved the white sword to the sideburn with all his might.

"Heh heh. You're in a lot of trouble."

But the white sword slashed the sky.

No, you're not.

I did split Gilrad's torso in two.

But Gilrad, who should have been separated from his lower body by a blow of the white sword, somehow stood flat, in a different place.

As always, with a cane on.

What the hell?

Confused by a right hand with a white sword that could not communicate a response and a gaze that captured Gilrad, who should have gone straight into two until just before.

"Don't you think it's a waste?

But Gilrad laughs at this confusion with a spare attitude.

"Mr. Elnea. You must be a hero who left the Demon King's Army. I too am now in a position to rule the Devil's Capital. It's a waste of time for those two to fight in a place without such an audience."

"I wonder what you're talking about. I'm not here to play a spectacle."

"Well, don't say that"

Gilrad unleashed the magic that the advanced demons deserved.

Play sharply spreading magic at the junction of dragon art.

Horizontally spreading magic penetrated the middle of Demon King's Castle and blew the top out of it.

"It's not funny if there's no one to be a witness when he says he's had the chance to defeat you because of it. Come on, let's fight fully on this conspicuous stage. And give that neck for me!

The sun shining in the midheavens and the sky flowing through the clouds were exposed.

From the hierarchy that had been between the thrones, the top disappeared beautifully and thoroughly, and the earth was stretched with vast, devastated cities that were not vibrant, unlike the last time we visited them.

Suddenly, the top disappears from the middle of Demon King's Castle, and the demons all over Demon Capital make a scene.

"Ambushing this me is a method I never thought I would. I need to revise my assessment of you. But this is only convenient for me. Curse your own stupidity for showing up here with your mushrooms!

Gilrad laughed invincibly.

Immediately afterwards. Feel uncomfortable behind it and dodge it with a spatial leap.

"Huh!?

The hem of the clothes was slashed and torn.

If I had been a little behind on dodging, I might have been the other way around.

But Gilrad wasn't moving off the spot with his cane on.

What the hell happened?

Without alarm, I set up the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree again.