We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Come on, let's smash it up first"

I wave according to Mr. Irie's instructions. [M]

"Yes, yes. Aren't you good? I don't think it's the first time. Next, then. Shall I carve it into a little more affordable size? Fine, I'm in good shape. Don't be afraid of failure."

Mr. Irie turns his arm behind my back and tells me to gently hand in hand.

I felt Mr. Irie's glossy exhale under my ear and screamed.

"Elnea, focus."

"That's right, Mr. Elnea. If you fail and run out of material, I'll ask you to go collect it by yourself."

"Dear Ernea, I will accompany you then!

"Lyla, that's something you don't talk about."

"Lyla, that kind of plan is something you can keep inside."

"Hawawa."

"Mr. Lyla, I'm keeping an eye on you."

"You know what? Priscia will make you a necklace with Mae, Fio and Reem."

"Yes, yes, let's make a match"

"Nyan's going to work with you."

We were busy working.

Currently, work is under way to cut the collected dragon material to an affordable size.

They were splendid ground dragons, and their skulls, nails and bones were so big. First, use a white sword to cut it apart, while dividing it into sizes that are easy to remove or process unusable areas.

The task of chopping off dragon material was not only to use my white sword, but also Luiseine's sword and Yufi and Nina's Dragon Feng sword.

The Dragon Feng Sword was originally Mr. Irie's weapon. Then the slashing flavor is impeccable.

Luiseine's sword is also fortified with leaves from the Spirit Tree.

That's why Luiseine, Uffi and Nina were slashing dragon fangs and nails just as well beside me.

Mistral and Lyla?

Unfortunately, these two are battered people.

You'd be good at crushing and crushing, but you can't slash it.

I am now babysitting a toddler and waiting to move on to my next task.

"From every part, there's a sign of holiness that I don't think is a wreck."

"Let's see. I did the trick. Be thankful. I rarely reward you like this."

The areas obtained from the ground dragon all turned out to be thick and fine material.

The affordable materials we divide will be collected regardless of where the Mistrals are located.

And when you cut it all apart, it's the real deal from here.

If we use a weapon like a knife, we take the short knife or sculpture knife that Irie borrowed from us.

"Let's shape it first, shall we? I'm going to scrape the corners, and I'm going to gradually round them up."

"Mr. Irie, how do you fit something of a size?

"Oh, don't you need to fit in? Wouldn't it be nice to have a different size for each and every one of them, or to be unfamiliar with the first one being frivolous? The inconsistency is attractive because it's handmade."

"You're not an artisan, so you don't have to be perfect"

"That's the thing. The important thing is to make it with care."

"Okay, Doctor!

Dr. Irie gave us polite guidance as she set an example.

I can't afford to make all of my drawers on the dragon altar, so if I make the first few, the rest will be my work after I return.

But one time with Mr. Irie turned out to be a great time.

"You know what? Priscia wants to deliver this to May."

"Priscia, is that okay?

"Yeah. It's the first thing your brother's ever sharpened!

"... well, you are. It's embarrassing."

What Priscia has in her hands is my failure. It was the corner part of the dragon, where the detailed work with the short knife did not work well and it was supposed to be balled into a stoney, distorted shape.

At first, there were failures, so I gave it up, but it stopped in Priscia's eyes.

"But, hey, if I'm gonna give it to you anyway, why don't you make it a prettier one?

There are other failures.

Unfortunately.

But for some reason, Priscia likes my first mistake, and it doesn't look like she's going to turn it into anything else.

"That's right. That's all. Then, Elnea, your embarrassing past will look like it."

"Mr. Irie, what are you saying..."

"Fair enough, calm down. So I'm not suggesting we do this for you."

That's what Mr. Irie said, and he took something out of the treasure hall.

Colorful ores, such as green, red and blue.

"It's an offering."

"No, no, you can't do that!

"Oh, that's good. I can't believe you're just going to serve the treasure palace. That's what the treasure is all about."

"Mm-hmm. Priscia likes this green one."

"Well, let's pair that with your failure, Ernea, and make it a beautiful necklace"

"Make a mistake, don't make it clear!

Priscia chose from a lot of ore, apparently jade.

I'm not familiar with ores and gems, but Yuffi and Nina looked up to me when I saw the colorful ore that Mr. Irie had brought out.

Could it have included something expensive or something?

Whatever.

Priscia's sorted emeralds are scraped as I teach Irie.

And the mass-produced stone places...

Was I so clumsy?

If you think about it and look at it, maybe you've never done any detailed work on it.

Drop your shoulders to add or subtract to your own waste.

But Priscia was happy for some reason.

"You know what? Take this over here. Put this next to it."

And I think Niemia seems to enjoy the placement of the stone I sharpened.

"Well, then, you're going to drill a hole."

"I'll help."

"A little distraction."

"I'll help, too. Give it to me."

"I'll help, too. Leave it to me."

Whether it's a breath of work or not, everyone helps me to drill holes that thread through my shredded dragon horns and emeralds.

Use very thin, needle-like instruments.

I poke at this one, and I drill a thin hole.

When we thought it was an authentic task, we were surprised by the unexpected and easy drilling of the hole.

According to Irie's description, it looks like a sea dragon fang. Tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of these are grown in the mouth of dragons living in the ocean.

It's a Dragon Fang. Well, if it's about emerald, you'll make a hole in it easily.

And the horn of the earth dragon, which was the lord of the neckline, passed through the hole.

"This is very convenient. With tens of thousands of copies, it's going to be easy to get."

"Oh, I don't think so. Because when a sea dragon dies, it sinks to the bottom of the sea. If we're gonna get it, we're gonna have to go get it to the bottom of the ocean, or we're gonna have to find something lucky enough to be launched on the beach."

"I see. You're having a hard time finding it."

"That's what you're saying. We only have a dozen copies in stock, so treat them with care."

"Be careful not to break it"

When I find out it's valuables, I suddenly get nervous.

I need to use some weird force to keep it from breaking.

Oh, my God, I didn't have to worry.

Anyway, it's a dragon fang. No matter how thin, it doesn't break with the degree of force a person can put in.

That way, when you drill a threaded hole in everything, you finally get to work on the coupling.

The yarn, of course, is a thousand hand spider's yarn.

It's what Priscia wants.

Ares gave me an affordable length yarn, and I went through the dragon horns and emeralds.

"Oh, not surprisingly nice."

"Wow, it's true!

"It doesn't feel right, but it's flavorful."

"I like you."

We were surprised to see the ornaments we could make.

Each material is scrupulous and really stoney, but when it came together, it became an attractive necklace in addition to my thoughts.

The rustic Mistral and Luiseine greatly admire the neckline they have been able to make.

Yufi, Nina and Lyla also found themselves in a different flavor than the beautiful ornaments.

"Come on, Mr. Elnea. At the end of the day, pray for your necklace."

"I'll do Priscia too!

Let's do it. Let's do it.

"I can help you, too."

Irie told us that we could focus on decorating our necklaces.

"Neemia, give it a good hand. Priscia is small."

"Okay."

If we can get in anyway, we have to make it an even force.

Niemia is dragon air. Priscia is a spiritual power. Ares is the power of the spirit tree. And I'm a dragon.

I'm wearing it with Neemia, but you can't help it, can you? My nature is different in Niemia and I have no choice but to compromise around it.

The important thing is that we can all put our thoughts into it.

"Mnh-mnh, brother?

"I mean it."

"Goodbye."

"Hey, what the heck!?

But it wasn't if you were worried about Priscia!

He's a little kid, but Neemia, an ancient species of dragon tribe. And Ares the Spirit of an adult spiritual tree, though in toddler shape.

And you should have thought about it.

She's the youngest, Priscia, but she serves three adult spirits at this age, a genius child.

The weakest of all, what a me!

Not if you're telling Niemia to use force to match Priscia.

I desperately freed the dragon air to suit the young girls. [M]

And the finished necklace became very special.

Emerald didn't really suck our power out. Jade was originally not a premium ore that I could use the help of, because I only poured it in for a short time.

Instead, the horns of dragons were surprisingly powerful.

Apparently, my dragon temper has turned into a good basement.

"Oh, you're a skilful boy. Elnea, I wonder if you are focusing on something. [M] I'm familiar with how you can help."

"It's my fault, Mr. Irie. I'm simply used to dealing with dragon air."

"Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do."

The stoney balls, made of shredded dragon horns, were cleverly mixed together with the power of Neemia, Priscia and Ares, after being accustomed to my dragon chi, praised by Mr. Irie.

"All right, I got it -!

"Yay. Priscia wants to go deliver this."

"What, now?

Priscia, act as soon as she comes up with it.

It's great behavior, but we're in trouble when it comes to swinging.

Anyway, we have to make drawers. I took a break and I helped make Mae's necklace, but she's still busy, right?

"Elnea, come on in."

"Ernea, it's good to go, but you can't stay long."

"Dear Ernea, I..."

"Come on, Lila. Keep going."

"Come on, Lila. This way now."

"Ahhh..."

"Brother, shall we go quickly?

"Nyan will take you."

"Let's go."

On second thought, you knew this was going to happen when Priscia said she wanted to make a necklace for May.

"Well, then, I'm coming"

"I'm expecting a souvenir."

"Mr. Irie, please don't say the same thing to me as you did to Priscia!

I had to give an invitation to all of the Beasts, and this is how I went to the North.