We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hi Grandpa, Ashel, Revalia"

"Uhm, well done"

"... Mr. Ashel. Why do you look so disgusted?

"I hate males."

"You did!

When we all came to visit Moss Square, our usual face was generous.

Old Sleighsta, as always, sleeps in a black hill in the centre of the square.

When Ashel replied to me without any love, she fell asleep with her face buried in beautiful peachy body hair on her tip.

Or why is Mr. Ashel in Moss Square?

My beloved daughter asked me to guard my parents' house, but I was immersed in a moss square before we came back.

"Huh. There was guarded by the Spirit of the Spirit Tree. You don't have to let me out."

"No, no, if you knew that, you should have told everyone that from the beginning"

Mr. Ashel is asleep without even raising his face to my penetration.

Anything, they're swinging by customers brought from the ancient capital. The day after day, he was terribly tired of taking me that way or this way.

I wonder who the hell people are like swinging Mr. Ashel. I am surprised that there is someone in the ancient capital who can use Mr. Ashel with his chin. But right. Mr. Ashel is a guardian dragon who protects the ancient capital, isn't he? Thinking about it, can you also say that it is being used by your boss?

By the way, we hadn't met the customer as one of us.

"... Levalia's not well either, is she?

'Whose fault do you think it is?

"Eh. Who is it?

When I tilted my neck because I really didn't feel it, I was stared at with a tremendous gaze.

"Because you know Lily, I'm attached to that training!

"That's... Good luck."

Lily, as the future guardian of the Dragon Forest, seems to be occasionally visiting Moss Square to train Old Sleighsta. And Revaria is attached to it, isn't she?

But is that my fault?

Being stared at feels a little unreasonable.

"By the way, what about Reem and Fio?

I'm sorry to hear that Priscia came with me because she doesn't have a little dragon.

"Those are out hunting"

"You don't have to watch me?

"Don't be with you immature. Those are fine dragons, even though they are children. There's nothing wrong with the north hunting grounds."

"Lily and I were more scattered. The foolish dragon clan who wants to put his hands in your midst falls into Dragon Peak."

I think it was my grandfather's training that was making me fly around. Whatever it is, I wonder if it's okay if it's safe.

"Come on, Elnea. Let's get this meeting started."

"Huh."

When we return from the land of the devil, we go to the moss square as we do every day.

This is already routine.

Mistral is also helpful.

But today I came here with a different meaning.

"Is that a new training?

"Yeah, it's not. We're having a family meeting."

Well, why have a family meeting until you come to Moss Square. In the first place, why by now? That was the result of complicated circumstances.

First, why even more now?

That's because we're finally all here.

What, we've all been together since the beginning, haven't we?

Of course, we're all living together, so I'm with everyone anytime, anywhere.

For some reason, the Mistrals are stuck in their rooms on a daily basis, doing something, right? So, when we're active, it's mostly a missing condition for someone in the women's group.

I have no secrets between my family, and I'm sad that I'm the only one keeping them to myself, no matter what I say.

But the secret activity also seems to have finally ended yesterday. So finally, from today on, we can really all work together.

Next, regarding the selection of the place where the meeting will be held.

At home or in the right place, we can't discuss the agenda for the future.

Because today's family meeting is a discussion about our marriage ritual, which was decided on an auspicious day in the fall!

In my parents' homes, someone might ask me or give me a clue.

Listeer's marriage ritual was wonderful with their like-minded care.

We agreed that we had made it a ritual for our hearts that way. But if the story leaks in advance, the fun will be halved. So this is how I decided to have a meeting in an extra earless place.

"Hmm. That sounds like an interesting attempt."

"Yes, Grandpa will invite you too, so come out then"

"Hmm, it would be nice if it were a short time"

"Thank you"

"Ernea, Ong. Don't have a conversation that only we know."

"Oh, sorry"

Mistral sighed at me, and I shrugged my shoulders. And join the circle where everyone waits.

"Well, let's talk about it from the skeleton of what ceremony we're going to have."

"I'd love a fancy banquet."

"Brilliant festival would be nice."

"I would like to please the king of the kingdom of Jortenitos."

"Solemnly, if possible, in a harsh atmosphere…"

"It's kind of noisy. I prefer qualitative."

Oh, my God.

Flashy and brilliant, solemnly and strictly. But with qualities, rituals that please the king of the kingdom of Jortenitos.

What's that?

Apparently, we need to wrap it up from the basic policy first.

We'll find a compromise while we come up with our opinions.

Old Sleighsta was kind enough to watch me see if I wasn't going to give an extra little bit to the family meeting.

"Mm-hmm. Ares, this is a good match."

"It's about time."

"I want Nha too."

Meanwhile, a group of young girls who showed no interest in a serious family meeting were pushing unquestionably on dragons that seemed to set me up.

Without fear, Priscia pulls Mr. Ashel's facial hair.

Mr. Ashel looks down at the little thug with his hair pulled open and no choice.

"What? Is that your protection?

"That's right. My brother gave it to me. Ah, the string, my grandmother gave it to me."

Priscia was proud to show her the necklace.

The jewels of the neckline were beautiful green.

It was the treasure of the lost forest, fully regained in strength by Ares.

It's not a protective device. Either that or it's a tool of curse.

But is it compatible with Priscia the Ear Elder and the jewel, or is it the influence of the Spirit of Light who serves? When Priscia had it, the art of straying was almost contained.

The combined yarn to match the treasure balls is made by Grandma Yuri, the Great Elder of the Ear Elders.

When we talked about the treasure balls, we talked about combining the threads of spiritual power. When I tried to give him the thread of a thousand spiders, Grandma already owned the thread of a thousand spiritual spiders. So they traded it for my yarn.

Grandma made me a pair of yarns that would look good on the treasure balls with traditional knitting methods passed down to the Ear Long clan.

They say knitting makes sense. The women showed interest in it and promised to be taught next time.

That's why. Although not the same thing, Priscia was able to get a matching neckline with Ares.

It was just Niemia who was jealous of it.

"I want Nha too."

"Oh, boy, you're in trouble"

To the sweetening Neemia, Mr. Ashel looks troubled. But you don't have a mother who doesn't like her sweet daughter, do you?

Yeah, and Mr. Ashel was thinking.

"... ernea. Elnea, are you listening?

"Ugh, sorry"

I turned too much consciousness on the young girls, and Mistral pissed me off.

"What do you do with the drawers?

"What?"

When did the story move from the basic policy of the rite of marriage to the drawer?

In the meantime, let's think about what's good.

In Listeer's marriage ritual, commemorative gold coins were distributed to the attendees. It was the country that made the coins, but the Listeers thought about the pattern and so on.

On the table were carved the flags of the Holy Sword and the Kingdom of Arms, and on the back were carved the family crests of Listeir's house, which became the Count.

We all talked about how happy we were when we got it and how this is going to be a memorial that we can keep holding on to. So we talked about sending a souvenir drawer, too.

"Hmmm......"

I can swim my gaze as I think. Then again, my eyes went to the young girls.

Priscia and Ares are playing with Mr. Ashel's hair pulled.

Niemia wants it herself.

And Mr. Ashel, he was a troubled face.

"Hey. Ashel's body hair is beautiful..."

Hearing my casual whining, Mr. Ashel stares.

I thought so.

When processed, parts of the body of a high-altitude being become very high-quality objects.

With the thread of a thousand hands spider or the skin of a demon or warcraft? Dragon scales and bones can be high-end, high-performance weapons.

"You're not after my hair, are you?

"Out of the way... But, right? I was wondering if everyone would be happy. Because, in the kingdom of Jortenitos and in the kingdom of Armuad, Mr. Ashel was active. Some people say it's the guardian dragon of the country!

"I'm here, bye."

"Wow."

Mr. Ashel waved a long tail more than twice his length and attacked me.

I panicked, holding hands with everyone and fleeing with a spatial leap.

Or we all react too well!

You have good crisis management!

However, there were casualties.

Leveria, who was exhausted and round, was fed Mr. Ashel's tail, and was skipped.

Revaria, rolling all the way around the woods of dust and ancient trees, was angry as she stripped her fangs out.

The red lotus flame is leaking from the gap between the fangs.

"Ernea!"

"What, why are you mad at me?!?

It's unreasonable.

"Kuku. Isn't it good or not"

Old Sleighsta was laughing at unexpected comics.

Leveria coming to Moss Square now as a matter of course, but if Old Sleighsta makes me laugh happily, I can't be angry any more.

Because if you break out here, Old Sleighsta will be relentlessly angry. That leads to a life-threatening crisis.

Revaria snarled her throat dissatisfied, but walked back to where she had been and circled again.

"But Elnea's not a bad idea. Your rituals, in view of your previous work, will be massive. I'm not ready for that on their own. Then you must look to your collaborators."

"That's right, Grandpa. We still have a prep period, but we can't do it alone."

We have no choice but to compromise on this.

The truth is, it would be best if we could prepare ourselves alone, but even amateurs can see that we're out of hand no matter how.

The Listeers have asked the temple and the state to cooperate.

So if the story boiled down about the basic policy and what ritual to make it, you were also thinking about choosing someone to cooperate with.

"Hmm, did you understand that?"

"Yes. One reason I came here is the prospect of getting Grandpa and Ashel to cooperate..."

"Oh, no!

"Wow."

Bu 'oh, and my tail flew in again.

... Revaria has been sacrificed.

"Look, I'll also help you make Neemia's necklace. Mr. Ashel, I... I will."

Imagine Niemia, I tried to do you a favor sweetly.

Then, I hated the males, and they turned to me like that.