We Live in Dragon’s Peak

On the windows lining the south side, all the tents were unloaded. It blocks the sun and brings darkness into the Great Hall. In the meantime, light had slipped slightly from several large holes vacated in the ceiling, serving as a source of light during the day.

A beautifully polished stone floor is illuminated by light from the destroyed ceiling.

However, a figure of unworthy appearance stood in the light of spring light on the beautiful floor.

A coat that rocks with all sorts of shakes, like a deep dark mist. He said it was indoors, but he wore a headscarf deep in his eyes and wouldn't let his expression peek at him.

He seems to be wearing full body armor underneath his coat, creating a harsh atmosphere to see.

The original physique was big enough to call it great, and it emitted an unusual sense of intimidation even though it was just standing.

And more than anything else, it's a long sword of stripping in your right hand when it comes to highlighting this shadow.

Fitness as long as the height of a shadow. Thick width, thick flesh, seems to weigh a lot. However, there is a blade spill in the part, and the slashing taste looks bad. Perhaps use it in such a way as to smash it with centrifugal force or weight when you wield it.

Rusty, rather than black and coal-fired, long swords had an ancient silhouette that had recently been excavated from ruins and such.

But more than such an exterior trait...

"I can't believe I'm seeing such a demon sword here."

Following me, Luirala shrugs as surprised as she shifts from the darkness of her temper.

"I knew it was the Devil's Sword."

"That's right. Besides, that's one of those old things."

Luilala has a high keen taste for swordsmanship and also collects swords. And I'm sure because he says it's the devil tribe.

Yes. The long sword in the hands of the shadow wrapped around the dark coat was a demonic sword that emitted vicious signs as I can tell.

"So that's the Demon Clan?

There is only one person in the large hall that has metastasized and shows spooky signs.

Exploring the signs without alarm does not reveal any other evil signs in the outhouse. That means this is the only thief who raided the outhouse and took the queens hostage.

And when it does, it is denied that there is.

If a non-demonic race holds the Demon Sword, they will be cursed and lose themselves.

You don't make sober demands when someone turns you into a lunatic shields a hostage, do you?

So that shadow is Demonic. I thought so, and I told Luilara with certainty, but she unexpectedly denied it.

"No, you're not. I think the contents are human, don't you?

"What!?

What do you mean?

You have the Devil's Sword in your hand, but you keep reason?

Or is it like an old demon sword, so the effect of the curse is out...

"That's a rare demon sword that no one but the Demons can curse in their hands. Well, I'll see you later for more information. That's not the case right now, is it?

I can't believe there's a demon sword without a curse. Anyway, as Luirala said, this is not the case if you are now swallowing the origins of the Devil's Sword, etc.

The shadow that sparked the temper and moved us into the great hall, but sparked a terrible killing.

If I was alarmed, I'd soon be attacked with a demon sword that pulled me out.

"Ugh. I don't feel well."

"Ugh. Oh, my God."

"What are you talking about? It's not just about that, is it?

Then the Mistrals shifted away from the still indelible temper.

"O... Your Majesty..."

Lila also jumped out of the darkness of impetus, first and foremost, into a frightening crowd behind her back.

At the centre of the women, there was a magnificent woman who circled herself and frightened. The woman, dressed in a more brilliant costume than the women around her, did not even react to the voice of the rushing Lyla and continued to be frightened.

Long gray hair is grouped together in hair decorations that represent noble identities. But I can't feel the sophistication and elegance of being frightened.

Nevertheless, this man must be the queen for sure.

Lyla rushed to the white-haired woman with momentum.

But where I speak, I stop moving.

The tip of my stretched hand toward the queen is trembling.

Maybe I have hesitations.

Lyla, who became friends with the kings and princes of the kingdom of Jortenitos, but with the queen becomes an encounter since the commotion.

Besides, the last time we met, we were in the middle of a commotion, and we shouldn't be leaving any good feelings for each other.

Still, Lyla ran off of her own free will.

Lila showed hesitation only for a moment, but then she reached out to the queen without hesitation.

"Your Majesty, we are here to rescue you. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry...... Forgive me..."

But the queen doesn't respond to Lyla.

Words that keep whining like a curse are probably against the king, not Lyla.

The queen, who was locked away in the palace as one of those who caused the commotion, was frightened as if she were mentally ill and repeated her words of apology.

"Lila, I'll leave the queen to you."

"Yes, sir."

"We'll help the woman."

"We'll help the hostages."

We have shifted from the darkness of the demon king's open temper.

It feels like we can't keep up with a sudden development ourselves, but we can't afford to miss this opportunity.

The hostage ladies and queens are lucky enough to gather behind us. The assailant-like demon swordsman stood halfway across the hall from us.

If you're rescuing me, not yet!

Mistral unleashed a pitch-black single-handed stick, and Yufiria and Nina also set up the Dragon Feng Sword.

"... who is it? You are also demons who appear suddenly from the darkness."

"I hope you don't want us with you."

Low voice. Our appearance should have been unexpected, but we can't hear the color of agitation from the voice.

I can't even feel the rush, even though it's like being taken back hostages.

He was trying to kill us, but in a calm tone, to find out who we were.

Like Luilala said, it's a sensible reaction indeed.

I don't think the use of the Devil's Sword is human.

"Well, fine. Whoever you are, you just get rid of them."

Then the devil swordsman stepped forward.

I unleash the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree and take a relative position at any time.

I'm not the only one. Mistral also stood guarded with a one-handed stick.

But it was Luilara who stopped us.

"That's good. That's an awesome sign. It's gonna hurt."

Luilara pulls out a straight sword, even though she won't even ask me to.

Shit.

I'm standing there because I've been waving my sword around in the royal palace for a long time!

Luirala, who was struck by the sharp swordsman's emission, packs his minds with the motivated and demonic swordsman.

And then they burst out with their swords abruptly without accumulation.

"Haha. That's really good! That's a great move."

Luilara smiled with joy.

A demon swordsman who plays the sword of Louis Lara, waved unharmed, and immediately fights back.

I don't think it's a weighty long sword, but lightly, swinging left to the right.

Luilara pulls herself back. But you couldn't do it, the blood flies. Still, without cowardice, he tries to pack a pause the moment the sword tip passes, but returns as if his passing self had been played.

Luilara flutters with a long sword.

A demon swordsman who pursues against Luirala, whose body flows with a heavy blow.

Sounds great, no, Luirala was rarely pushed into battle defense by the swordsman of the Devil's Sword, who showed more power than that.

"Ha ha ha!

But Luilala kept laughing.

Good opponent. He doesn't seem to have any other emotions than fun with his sword-wielding opponent.

"You're a worthy user of the God-killing demon sword. Come on, how about this!?

Once, Luilara takes a big break. Head to the demon swordsman who tries to pack up an intermission and push it, lowering himself and jumping back in.

A sophisticated series of attacks struck demon swordsmen.

A demon swordsman who stops and intercepts on multiple slaughters that could be simultaneous.

Compared to the Great Devil's Sword, known as God's Killer, Luirala's straight sword is light.

Demon Swordsmen outnumber a series of attacks without losing their posture.

Apparently, the defense as well as the attack is clever.

A demon swordsman who lets him take it flat against Luirala, who lightly rolls out his sword trident. While doing so, it shows an accurate counterattack so that it does not result in a unilateral situation.

Apparently, the Devil Swordsman has to be left to Luilara.

Interrupting and interrupting, Luilara will not hesitate to point her sword at us.

Then we should be mindful of the hostages behind us.

The temper created by the Demon King had extinguished Lyla's metastasis at the end.

Looks like the demon king didn't transfer himself. I'd rather you stay in the safe zone because you're asking for Priscia, but I also feel a lot irresponsible.

But even we feel bad enough. I think it would have helped if you had disappeared.

We can't rescue the hostages with care.

Weak minded people go mad or mentally ill just because they are distracted, and in some cases that's all they die for. Not to mention the darkness created by the Demon King.

Just a little time. The woman who was unluckily distracted just because we had metastasized.

"Your Majesty, be assured of your concern. Don't worry."

"Forgive me... Forgive me..."

While Luilala is dealing with the Devil's Sword, we want to evacuate the hostages to a safe place.

With all my temper gone, everyone has to run and run to get the hostages out of this place.

I can hold about a woman who's losing her mind, but anyone else wants her to run on her own feet.

I'm a demon swordsman who's dealing with Luirala right now, but I'm gonna miss this one running away. We should be as light as possible so that the demon swordsman can handle it when it moves.

But can I hold you as much as the queen?

Lila gently hands on the back of the queen, who is round and frightened. Rest assured, I keep calling out hard, but it hasn't reached the queen's ear.

Perhaps the queen is weak.

In the past, when the king suffered serious injuries, he did a terrible job on his real daughter. That prompted him, and he was brainwashed by the demons, and drove the kingdom of Jortenitos into distress.

After the commotion, she was locked away in the palace, but the queen, just as she is now, may have lived her days captive in self-blame.

After all, maybe we should urge Lyla to rescue the hostages here, even forcefully.

When Luilala finished the demon swordsman, that would put an end to this commotion, but for some reason I couldn't wipe my bad feeling.

"Lila!"

"Yes, sir."

I didn't mean to surprise you. Lyla, who had turned her consciousness to the queen, responded to my call in a frightening manner and shouted out loud.

At that time, the queen finally reacted.

"Oh......"

Was the queen surprised that she was suddenly loud in her ear and trapped in her shell?

Ha, and I opened my eyes and saw Lyla leaning in.

And when I sifted, I shook my lips and frightened them out more than ever.

"Forgive me. I... No..."

"Don't worry. No one is blaming Her Majesty. So please take my hand."

Lyla smiles to reassure the queen. But the queen pulls herself away from such a lila.

"Forgive me...... Forgive me..."

Is the Queen mistaken that Lyla came to harm herself? I rounded myself up and was frightened. I hit and changed, and I get bored trying to escape from Lyla.

Lyla, ruthlessly rejected the hand of salvation, gave her a sad look for a moment.

"Oh too. Let's get out of here."

"Oh too. I don't have time for this."

Ufiria and Nina, who were urging the ladies, cut the paralysis and try to pack it up with Lyla and the queen.

But before the hostage rescue, the battle between Luirala and the Devil Swordsman moved ahead.

Geez, the tall metal noise echoes in the big hall.

When I saw it, Luilara was playing the great sword of the devil swordsman loudly.

Luirala, with a satisfying grin, sets his aim on the torso of a demon swordsman with a blade to be cut back, and brightens his straight sword.

Even though he was in a good fight, he still seemed inferior to Luilala's sword moves.

The Demon Swordsman, who was played a long sword and greatly disfigured, does not have the help to prevent Louis Lara from striking a special blow.

Luirala's long sword, paid to the horizontal giraffe, tore a dark coat and was slammed into his torso.

"Hahaha!

Laughing Luilara.

"Excellent. Excellent!

I have no regrets. Luilara was delighted with fame battles all over her body.

But...

Luirala's unleashed special blow had stopped without breaking the Demon Swordsman's torso.

What stood in the way was an old, pitch-black armor.

"No way. I can't believe this kind of armor exists here."

Luilala's eyes were nailed to the full body armor that the Devil Swordsman was wearing.

"I totally forgot. The magic of darkness that shot down the dragon."

I was indulging in the battle and losing sight of the first crisis.

Not just Luirala, but us too.

The ancient, all-body armor worn by the Devil's Swordsman drains the color as deeply as it absorbed the darkness around him.

And the next moment.

The pitch-black rays emanating from the all-body armor swallowed Luirala's entire body.