We Live in Dragon’s Peak

After the ritual of vowing love, that was what made it a festival.

When we leave the stage, the Royal Palace Orchestra of the Kingdom of Arms plays music.

Everyone who attended the wedding ceremony started eating and drinking in earnest just because from now on it was a reception.

Kings and aristocrats, slightly more elegant, have their desks and chairs prepared in designated compartments, gracefully eating multinational dishes and drinking alcohol.

The races and adventurers, who don't care about annoying courtesies, go to the tent themselves and take their favorite dishes to eat.

Interracial exchanges are also enlivened, with warriors of the Beast clan coming to their seats where the two kings amicably sip alcohol, or dragons and warcraft lining up and hitting cattle.

Is anyone listening when the orchestra says they are playing music for me because of it?

In close proximity to the stage and the Spirit Tree, it is the compartment of our family, noble people, and friends. It's an elegant atmosphere because so many people around here are in a position to care about the public.

However, from there, there was a huge commotion.

The drunks came out early, and the idiots who somehow started trying their arms...

It's not exactly like blood is flying, but the venue is also home to a rival race of dragons and demons.

Please, make it about a peaceful beating.

Yeah, yeah.

Behind the spiritual tree, the dragon tribe of the ancient species is lenient.

Mr. Ashel eats satisfactorily the dishes prepared for the Dragon Clan. Niemia and Priscia, and also this May, are hitting the meat on the side.

Niemia compares Lily to sheep eating.

Fiorina and Reem are also eating in a tight circle.

Except for the unfortunate dragon.

Old Sleighsta was in a state where he was being "waited" by the giant demon king because of the past of jokes.

A dog.

It's a dog like Oyama.

It's a treat in front of me. I'm not drooling, but I'm sitting tight with my winky eyes.

Poor thing, but you deserve it, don't you?

Besides, I can't believe I sniffed on the giant demon king.

"You're cold."

"No, no, no, no, because I'm the one who got rid of the giant demon king so he doesn't swing his soul spiritual throne in that situation, right?

"Your grandfather has been reflecting on it for about a hundred years."

"I'm worried about the Spirit Tree"

"Yes, sir. In the meantime, I'll take care of it.

Apparently, his successor abandoned him, too.

To Lily's cheerful reply, Old Sleighsta dropped disappointingly.

The stage had seen the end of the orchestra's performance, and now the opera of the troupe, which had come from the kingdom of Yortenitos, had begun.

A festive venue. Apart from the lively uproar, the ceremony goes on.

At the end of one act of the Kyoto drama, the show proceeds with the divine music of the temple religion, the offerings of the Beast tribe, the songs of the bard, and one other thing after another.

The ritual of marriage was also used for inter-racial exchanges.

A species that has never had contact before. A race that was hostile. A race that tries to be more intimate than ever.

A lot of races came together for me.

It's nice to talk to each other face to face and talk to each other physically, but it's quick to understand how to showcase each other's cultures.

Everyone at the venue can sometimes be seen in the outings of the stage or tongue-in-cheek in gastronomy. He enjoys the day as he takes a break and makes a scene.

And as for us, the protagonists of the ritual.

He was taking a trip to the venue compartment to greet him as he watched the stage.

"Happy marriage, Ernea"

"Ernea, it was a lovely ritual, like you."

"Wow. I've never seen a ritual like this."

"Yay, Elnea! What was that all about!

"What? Slutton, it's painful."

"Hey, Slutton. What are you doing!

Dear brave man, when I went to your row compartment, I was suddenly stuffed into a slatton.

Apparently, I've touched Slutton's scales.

"It's not. Let me explain."

How about me and Slutton?

Or before that, Slutton had grown up being held up by Crescio.

When I turn to Slutton, I speak with a serious face. [M]

"Slutton is confused about the first act of Kyoto earlier, isn't he?

"I'm not confused. I'm angry."

"Ha ha, I can't help that one"

The content of the Kyocho play that was played earlier portrayed the meeting between me and Listeir.

I supervised it, of course.

He proudly discusses it closely with the troupe people and makes a nice performance.

But...

For some reason, in the kingdom of Yortenitos, I treat myself as a heavenly woman.

Odorabe, the influence of print painting!

From what I've heard, a famous printer exploded because of his portrayal of me as a celestial woman.

Do you think that in the kingdom of Yortenitos there are even dragon queens and dragon queens, not dragon kings, that leap stories already exist?

What happened in our kingdom of Yortenitos flew away with wings on its tail.

That's why I'm often portrayed as a woman in the Kyoto drama of the kingdom of Yortenitos.

Nevertheless, I am honestly not convinced. But is it funny as a performance?

"So I thought. If this happens, Slutton should be a woman too! I'm fine, because Crescio gave me permission in advance."

"Because I'm getting it, bye. Eh! Is that what I'm supposed to do, too, Crescio?

"Isn't that good?

"Gu......"

Slutton, betrayed by his daughter-in-law, was depressed with an abandoned dog-like look.

"Hey, I didn't know Slutton was such a giant chick"

"It's okay. Okay, we're the only ones who know the truth about Slutton."

"It's just you guys..."

Slutton finally sinks into the pursuit of Listeir and Namy.

All right.

Now you've succeeded in fabricating Slutton's anecdote.

I don't like being the only maiden.

Slutton has been sacrificed!

We left Slutton the Giant and went to the royal quarters.

Dear brave men, from now on you will spend time with the great men, which means moving amicably.

The Kings of the Kingdom of Armuad and the Kings of the Kingdom of Jortenitos were friendly and bickering in the same compartment.

And when it comes to this twin royal family, it's Lyla, Ufiria and Nina.

"Father, how about it"

"Mother, how about"

Ufiria and Nina, dressed in beautiful costumes, show their parents the sunshine.

It's a bit of an exciting costume to show my parents, but I was blessed not only by the two parents but also by the other mothers.

"Your Majesty..."

"Oh, it's Lyla. It's the most beautiful."

"Oh, no..."

The two of us, as usual.

The king of the kingdom of Jortenitos gently embraces Lyra, who looks embarrassed and still twirls around and looks lovely.

"Mr. Lyla, it's so beautiful"

"You've got a little meat on you, you've got splendor."

Philelle and Mr. Caster stared glaringly at Lyla.

However, only my oldest son nails twin brides, not Lyla.

No way, you haven't given up yet?

Lady Grave lost her right to propose to Ufiria and Nina in battle with me. But it's hard for people to change their minds all of a sudden.

Besides, it's impossible for a man not to look at Ufiria and Nina in a colorful costume that everyone is likely to look back at.

"Master Grave. We're married!

"Shit, you!?

Let's stab him in the stomach.

Smile and shake hands with Master Grave.

Then Ufiria and Nina followed me and put their lips on my cheeks without worrying about the eyes around me.

On both my cheeks are the marks of both my lips. [M]

"Hey ladies, what are you doing!?

"is a disgrace."

It's sloppy.

Mistral and Luiseine rush to strip Ufiria and Nina from me. In that gap, Lila hugged me this time.

To the movement of the women, there is a laugh.

However, only Master Grave had a white eye.

All right, I could stab you in the stomach.

For once, I'll explain, this isn't the devil's heart. I'd rather you think it was my kindness.

If you leave someone untrained, there's a time when you can't move on.

This is how I ghosted my heart and opened up Master Grave's future for you!

Yeah, I'm not bad.

Stay away from the relieved Master Grave and face the Kings.

"Yep. It's late, but this is how we got married safely. I will continue to try to make everyone happy."

"Um, Nona and I trust you, Ernea. Say hello to your daughters."

"You can't just make Lyla unhappy. If I make Lyla cry, I'll chase her to the end of the earth and ask her questions."

"Dear Ernea, let's just run away then, just me and you!

"Mr. Lyla?

"Hiya."

Either that or I feel like I'm always more cried out by the women. What a joke. After that, it was the compartment where my parents were.

Even so, it's the compartment right next door.

The only compartment that has been sorted within you is the one in the king's row and the other.

There were other Mistral's parents and Louiseine's parents in the section where my parents were.

Because noblemen come and greet you in a section of a king's line, and people who are neglectful of courtesy have a bit of a shoulder.

But I want my parents to be intimate through me, so I plan on getting them to join me when the king is calmer on one side of the line.

Cross a bridge hung on a waterway delimiting the compartment.

In the waterway, water dragons and water warcraft were competing.

The blisters are bouncing briskly and beautiful.

Say hello to your friends under the water and come to your parents.

"... I thought the Demon King would spend some time over there or that way?

"Oh, my God, is it bad to be here?"

"No, it's rude today, and be my guest. But don't abuse your father too much, okay?

For some reason, the giant demon king was joining the family circle for alcohol.

Though he's the demon king of a giant with all his old snot. That one will dry naturally soon. The Demon King nevertheless returned to the Demon King's Castle and was present again with his costume.

There are two compartments I pointed to, each with a bunch of demons and a bunch of mysteries.

From the Devil's side, Mr. Emedral and a delegation of residents from the Necromancer City, plus Ruirala and the devotees of the giant Demon King, are joyfully generous.

Wall the Dragon King moves around busily as a bridge with the Demon Nation, and the Dragon Nation people are busy together.

But the other group, it was a real mystery.

Whose invitation is it?

People I've never seen are lenient without much interaction with their surroundings.

No, some people are people I know...

Among the mysterious circles was Micheira, a peachy hair she met under a ban. I also have a family of brown-skinned ear elders.

The others, however, have no idea.

Two purple long-haired women and someone less pigmented like a witch. And the seemingly strong people of all races.

I mean, I didn't give the Micheiras an invitation.

I hadn't handed out invitations back then. I started handing it out and looked for it, but I couldn't keep up with Micheira and the others.

Could that be the customer Mr. Ashel called in?

Somehow, my instincts were telling me that greeting over there was better at the end.

"This one is more lenient than drinking over there. You'll enjoy it without me."

"Beyond, are you a demon or a mystery?

"Leave it to your imagination"

"It's both, isn't it?"

"... Ernea, if you came to your parents because of this, you can't just talk to the Demon King"

"Princess Dragon is right. Why don't you just ignore me and say hello that you can only do on this occasion?

"Yes, I will"

Then say hello to your parents, so the Titan Demon King will let your father go, won't he?

Rarely does a father get around drunk quickly, he's in a good mood.

He's usually an oligarchy, serious father, but even when he dealt with the giant demon king, he smiled and tilted the cup.

Apparently, your drunk friend was able to accept the fact that he was the Demon King. That's my father.

My mother has also begun to live in that mansion and her understanding of the various races has progressed for a long time.

Rest your mother's hand, who is taking the initiative to cut the scene, as she did at home, and we will all exchange words.

First, apologize to Luiseine's parents.

Generations, Luiseine's home in the priestly lineage.

The truth is, you should have wanted a formal marriage ritual at the temple. But all the circumstances made it a festive ritual.

When we all apologized, they smiled back.

"The goddess is tolerant. There are many races living in the world and many cultures. I thought it was a nice ritual, like you over the hedges of the race."

Tough on politeness, Louiseine's parents, but your mind is forgiving.

Mistral's parents were keenly impressed by religion and faith, as well as by Louiseine's parents, who had a broad heart.

"No, you're a wonderful couple. I envy you."

"Are you criticizing me in the dark?

"Chi, no, Cornelia. I've always recognized you."

A laugh also occurs here at the couples comic talent of Mr. Cornelia and Mr. Askles, who interact with each other with a kind of ready-made sense.

"Yes, Mother. I got a bunch of guests this time, and there are a lot of people who want to sightsee after this. So the king said we'd share it with the royal palace and the house."

"You're always easy to say but hey..."

"I'll take care of it, ma'am. We're all set."

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Cullen."

I'm totally a servant of my parents. Karen is straining me.

Other helpers from my parents seem to be busy working to the right and to the left.

A giant demon king tells his servant that he is "out of booze" and wants the following.

The pot of alcohol in the hands of the giant demon king is small and will soon be emptied.

"This booze is superb. I didn't know there was so much booze in the world."

"Take care of yourself, Dad. It's a precious drink that brews the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree."

"Shizuku the Spirit Tree?

Father, who doesn't know what it's worth, leans his drunken face and asks.

Luiseine's parents were drinking because they were priests but seats for celebration, and they still pointed the same gaze of doubt at me.

Mistral's parents, who know the value, drink spiritual tree Shizuku alcohol in an important way.

Only the demon king of the giant drank without distraction, even though he knew the value.

And the helper was prompted to hurry up and try to pick up the inventory.

"A spiritual tree is, you see, it would be growing tentatively there. Elsewhere, it grows in the deepest part of the dragon forest. Only that figure is the great tree that the giant stupid kid keeps protecting. It is a wine brewed by collecting its morning dew. If you want to get it in the Demon Nation, you can buy two or three cities full of this pot."

"... what?

Our father's eyes dot the story of the giant demon king, not only us.

What did you just say?

Can you buy two or three cities for a full pot that's not even that big?

Yeah...

I'll count empty pots.

Seven, eight...... I guess it's my fault. There are about ten pots just on this spot.

Apparently, his father suddenly began to get drunk. I turned my eyes and fell in.

The helper who was trying to pick up the replacement stopped moving as it solidified.

"I don't think you should say much about that."

"What, don't worry about it. In the land of demons only, we are talking about. On this side, you'll get it regularly if you stay close to them and the Ear Elders."

"That's right..."

What are we going to do, this compartment?

Except for us and Mistral's parents, it had solidified, and it had become as quiet as if only this place had been cut off in the venue.