We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Dragon Peak's journey went well, except for picking up Oz on the way.

In the end, I was to take care of him until Oz, who still couldn't walk satisfactorily, was fully recovered.

'Cause I think my mothers liked it, and I'm not gonna let them go.

Speaking of cute, I know Niemia's the best, but this one's exclusive to Priscia.

"Nah."

The basics of the journey are a safe and secure journey for the Ground Dragons to take you on board. Along the way, enjoy sightseeing with the guidance of Mr. Cornelia.

Mistral, Cornelia's daughter, is flying west and east with me. Apparently, her mother was traveling around Dragon Peak during her bachelor years, too.

"Wow. The water is beautiful."

"Dear Ernea, the water is as beautiful as a jewel."

"Right. It's jade and looks beautiful to the bottom of the water."

Even those of us who look around from the bustling capital to the unspoiled frontiers of people, when it comes to the nature of Dragon Peak, can't even reach Mr. Cornelia's feet.

Let's walk a little, and in the valley I was guided there was a stream with beautiful streams while rapidly flowing.

The water flow that dominates your ears is sober everywhere and everything you see is beautiful.

Reflecting the glowing green of spring, the surface is a jewel of nature. Fish swimming against the rapids seem happy with their spring visit.

"It's cold."

"Delicious."

Ufiria and Nina, who moisten their throats at will, seem satisfied. I saw that. Priscia was about to storm the creek, and Luiseine was rushing to hug her.

"Priscia, it's still cold for water games."

"Ernea, you're right. It's flowing fast, and it's dangerous."

"You know what? Priscia wants a fish."

"It would be nice to have a river fish for dinner."

Then, Lenaira suggests a conversion from a meat-centric meal.

"Ernea?"

"What, Mr. Mistral? Well, what kind of eyes do you expect?

Look, didn't you just pay attention to Priscia?

The creek is cold with snowmelting water and flows fast.

And we don't bring fishing gear.

"Speaking of which, Luirala is an aquatic demon tribe, isn't he!

"I specialize in the ocean, hey"

What a spill of stupidity, Luilara also wants fish, without hesitation extending her legs to the creek.

Then he slipped all the way down in the wet rock and was flushed downstream.

"Goodbye, Luilara. I won't forget about you for about three days..."

Me joining hands with Luirala, who was flushed by the rapids.

"Here, Elnea. Your friends have to be taken care of."

"Ouch."

My merciless head, mourning the sacrifice of the Devil's clan, flew my mother's uncaring fist bones.

I had no choice but to follow downstream in search of the flowing Luilara.

"Mr. Cornelia, what is that empty horizontal hole over your head?

A little walking sightseeing continues.

Before evening. The mountain path that came at Cornelia's suggestion that people should experience a bit of the path they use, not just the dragon path.

Unlike the dragon path, on a narrow and rough road, the Mothers Union folks are exhausted at once after just a short walk.

What a feather I am to bear a mother without strength.

And we got there, a cliffside road in the mountains.

It was Lady Cereia who found an empty horizontal hole at a height that looked up, on a cliff with a bumpy rock skin.

Everyone in the Union of Mothers was tilting their necks in the horizontal hole of the population present at a height that was unlikely to reach even if they jumped as far as they wanted.

"Ernea, do you know what that is?

Then Mr. Cornelia waved at me without answering herself.

Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho

"Yeah, that's the hole where dragon travelers sleep."

"Oh, it's so high, isn't it?

"That's right. It's so high that it's unlikely to reach you if you jump, and how do you get into the hole?

Then, at the age of fifteen, Lady Annes and Lady Camilla tilt their necks when they came to the same question as I did.

"It's so tall that it'll never reach us, but the dragon people will."

"Really?"

A mother who did not trust her son's words saw Mistral expecting something after she saw me with her frivolous eyes.

"Now let's put it into practice"

Mistral laughs and proves my answer is correct.

Drop your hips all the way down and focus on your lower body and you'll jump high.

With many times more jumping power than the people, Mistral flew into the horizontal hole with ease.

"Well, wow."

"At that height, you wouldn't even be attacking demons."

"Some demons float, so it's definitely not safe."

Nor does the Warcraft make sense at that height when it is an individual with a bouncing power. Therefore, I can say that I am only resting, I am familiar with the natural harshness of Dragon Peak and fully understand the horrors of demons and warcraft.

"But, Ernea. Not all the dragon tribes are like Mr. Mist, right? Anyone who jumps but doesn't get there, will struggle after all?

"Mom, that's a fundamentally wrong understanding."

Even the people have higher and lower abilities.

My mother, who has come so far carried by me, is a common aunt of a normal human race and has only average physical abilities. Conversely, the queens of the kingdom of Arms, who when they were younger were adventurous with kings, are physically capable enough to have managed to get here on their own feet, albeit with difficulty.

Mother says that the Dragon Nation will have these differences in abilities, so everyone, like Mistral, can't easily get into the horizontal hole, right?

But that's a big mistake.

"Mother. On a flat ground, even people, old people and children who seem a little unreliable can travel with money, right? But Dragon Peak is different. People who can't take care of themselves have difficulty even getting out of the village in the first place. So even the Dragon Nation can't travel to people who can't even get into that cross hole."

"Ha, that's tough."

When the young people of the Dragon Nation begin to gain strength and knowledge, they train to leave the village one by one. But it's hard to even go to a neighboring village for people who aren't fit.

The nature of Dragon Peak is that harsh and dangerous, isn't it?

Mr. Cornelia may have wanted everyone to see one scale of the true Dragon Peak.

But that was a sign of rapprochement, not advice to mothers travelling with ease, but understanding each other better and getting to know each other more deeply.

"Come on, that's enough sightseeing for today. When you get home, Luilara, I'll take the fish you caught."

The sunset on Dragon Peak, which is surrounded in all directions by a crowd higher than the clouds, is fast.

When it gets dark, horrible demons and warcraft travel in earnest. Before we do, we have to get back to camp today, where the dragons are waiting.

With Mr. Cornelia's guidance, we return to the way we came.

It's right around the corner, but everyone was screaming hi-hi on their way home.

Knock it off.

Everyone at the Mothers Union, you have a general pain tomorrow.

The following day also saw a smooth itinerary.

Strong winds make it possible to sightsee waterfalls where the waterfall streams disappear like mist from the way, or climb the scenic mountains.

Really, Mr. Cornelia knows a lot of places.

We, who were supposed to be escorts, enjoyed the sightseeing of Dragon Peak.

And after a few days of repeated wild boarding, we proceeded to the back of Dragon Peak.

"I'm staying in the village today"

Lady Madrine and Ms. Sefina were very happy to embrace Ms. Cornelia's suggestion that

Um, apparently it was really hard.

Unlike the face of the Mother's Union, which usually travels on a ground dragon and walks only during Mr. Cornelia's tourist guide, the two were following on their own.

I guess I'll be forgiven enough to put some rest in this area.

"Ahead, the village of the Abdullah tribe chief? Then Hot Springs is famous, and will you be staying for a couple of days or so, Mother?

Just like me, a gentle mistral to the hard-working suggests a few days' stay.

"Right. Shall we?"

Cornelia also acknowledges after seeing Madeleine and Sefina smile.

"Good for you... What was already the limit."

"Good for you... Something I couldn't do anymore."

"Oh, actually, you had plenty of Yuffi and Nina, too, huh?

"Ernea, I'm actually..."

"What, so is Luiseine!?

Speaking of which, there was someone in my body who had never walked on Dragon Peak!

Everyone who's always been adventurous with me, but on second thought, you could rely on Niemia and Levaria for mobility.

Louiseine and the others were tired of walking on this journey.

"Dear Ernea, I'm tired too!

"Lyla, you will be capable enough to come near my village on your own."

"Wow, that was a long time ago."

"If it's okay in the past, it's better now. Ugh."

"Ah, Master Ernea, please help me"

...... Mr. Lyla. Only you were treading Dragon Peak on your own, weren't you? Besides, with a thin, thin body. To put it further, she wanted to be sweet to Lady Leneira, who occasionally greeted her on the ground dragon, didn't she!

Lyla was sadly reaching out to me, pulled by Mistral, saying that she would not tolerate sweetness.

"All right, if you work hard today, you can rest. Hang in there, guys!

I stick my fist up and put my temper back on.

The path of the dragon does not lead to the village of the Dragon Nation. So when we take care of the dragons near the settlement, we go into the path that people use to go for the village of the Abdullah tribe chief.

The Ground Dragons and I are reunited at the end of the dragon path in a few days.

The path of someone who has been paved somewhat because the village is nearby. Still, we proceed cautiously on steep slopes and dangerous roads along cliffs.

Then the contours of the dwelling began to be seen before the large rocks lined up with each other.

"Hot springs, hot springs!

"Onsensensensen"

My footsteps bouncing naturally. Ares is floating, too.

Everyone...... looks like the face of the Mothers Union, who was just walking a little and showing the colour of tiredness, finally seemed to see the end of the day and regained its energy.

Why, ha-ha, with a rough breath, but I get my smile back and move my legs.

Every step you take, the contours of the village get closer.... Well, that's natural, but maybe it seems like a light of hope to everyone who's exhausted.

The path just consolidated turns into a splendid one paved with cobblestones.

As he climbed the ramp bypassing a large rock, he reached the stone exterior wall surrounding the village.

Behind the outer walls, houses wrapped in hot water.

"Come on, one more breath."

I stir everyone up and creep through the entrance to the village.

Come on, it's a hot spring.

I'm looking forward to it!

Not only me, but everyone brightens their complexion to the unique smell of hot spring steam.

I wonder where you're staying?

Mr. Cornelia, please guide us!

We walk through the village with exhilaration.

On a scale, is it about the village of Mistral?

The hot springs seem famous, and there are probably a lot of travelers to visit. What a cheerful talk past the private house to the back of the village.

But I should have noticed that at this time.

A house that steams out of the chimney. The side gutter flow on the side of the road is like hot water, and there's hot air from here.

An atmosphere where the entire village can be described as a hot spring.

But the key thing was missing.

People crossing paths. Signs of people living in villages.

We are stunned in the village square when we have been delayed in detecting the danger because we were dominated by the joy of being able to slow down in a place with a roof for a long time.

Is it a hot water fountain?

A village square built in the center with a circular fountain that rises the hot air. people lying there cumulatively.

"Hey, I thought it might be time to come"

True to the opposite of the different sights around him, only a man soaking his feet in the fountain peacefully sat in the abyss of the fountain.

When the man checks us, he gets up with a grin on his bearded face.

"I've been waiting for you, brother"

And that's what the man said when he looked at me.