We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Around forty when I was old? I'm not old enough to call myself my brother. On the contrary, I wonder if she's older than her father or mother.

But the man with the beard did look at me and say, "Brother."

The dark black hair is messy, and the dark mustache connected from the mistletoe covers the mouth. But I don't give the impression that it's unclean or unfamiliar because of the overall atmosphere that comes from its standing behavior.

The majority of the Mothers' Union who are lurking behind our backs and vigilant are clean queens. Royalty at its roots, like not losing your elegance when you're chatting or swallowing sightseeing.

The bearded man also creates these noble atmospheres. But I'm not a born royal nobleman or anything like that.

Either that or the way you stand as a result of polishing yourself up and eliminating waste of motion.

Yes. It's as if, at any time, Mr. Sefina, who looks good, stands at the poles he aspires to.

The man with the mustache has a fine physique, though not to the point of being great. The muscles that are uplifting the good clothes are those of those who have worked out well.

I don't know if you're wearing it deliberately, or if you're not obsessed with familiarity. But I can see at first sight that the clothes I'm wearing look great and are actually superior.

"First, shall I name it? I'm Baltic Noir. As you can see, he's a middle-aged man."

"... I don't think my clumsy middle-aged uncle will beat everyone against a large group of dragon men?

The guy with the beard named Bartonoir has an atmosphere where we can shake hands with a smile, but we won't be fooled.

The will to glow behind his eyes is asking this one without alarm.

Dragon people lying cumulatively in village squares.

I don't want to make casual contact with this unilaterally defeated Baltic Noir by dealing with a large number of people who are better at combat than other races.

To my refusal, Bartonoir deliberately shrugged his shoulder.

"Too bad. I was hoping to get along with you, Ernea."

"You know my name."

I've never known a man like Bartonoir before. [M] But this guy seems to have known me for a long time.

Who the hell are you?

Contrary to the Baltic Noir, which tries to be casual, we are fully alert.

"Oh man, yes, when I'm made to be evil, my shoulders get narrower. Hey, you're a talking boy in a neighborhood. That's how it got to my ear."

"A neighborhood?

"Oh, come on. I want you to explore it yourself. than that."

Bartonoir looks down at the lay people.

"I wanted to make contact with you in peace, so they were the only ones in the way. Even for me, I don't want to set up with the Dragon Nation. So I didn't kill anyone. I'm just losing my mind."

Ha ha, and a swallowing laugh Baltic Noir.

But on the contrary, I froze my spine.

I didn't kill him. I just stunned him. I mean, that means you did the trick, right?

Dealing with a large number of Dragon tribes...

"... Herneau, indeed they are just losing their minds"

Madeleine, who was visiting a woman who had fallen close to her, corroborates the words of Bartonoir. So, there was no need for us to fight.

"I'm not lying. It's a doctrine. Well, you seem to have believed me more than anything. So from here on out, we just want to get along, right?

Bartonoir insists with his hands wide open to show that there is only no hostility, but he can't be trusted with that.

I'm always careful to pull my hips off. [M] The Mistrals are also in a position to shelter the face of the Union of Mothers as soon as something happens.

"... man. Slowly while soaking in the hot springs, that doesn't seem to be possible. Shit. But, well, half the purpose has been accomplished, so should it be good?"

Bartonoir shifted his gaze from me to Oz the Fox Warcraft.

Is Oz still not fully healed, or is he just sweet, and now he can be held by Saila? Bartonoir stared at me there, trembling.

"What if I expected some change to happen to Oz? Apparently, it was a mistake."

"... you know Oz?

I can't believe you even know about Oz, not just me. Bartonoir smiles back at me. [M]

"There are a lot of rumors about the Nine Tails Temple. Well, none of it's a demonic hustle rumor. So, I did my own verification... I thought if I cracked the treasure mirror, something would go wrong with Oz. See, that's a common story, isn't it? He who guarded important places was the body to be worshipped, and what happened caused the seal to be lifted."

"No way, you're the one who broke the mirror of the Kyouo temple!

To my point, Bartonoir only raised the edge of his mouth hidden in his beard, and he did not deny it.

"And well, that's why. I wanted to talk to you once, Ernea, and I just wanted to check on Oz. See, there's no need to argue with the Dragon Nation, is there? Yet, if you come with them..."

Ha, bartonol dropping shoulders again.

All I'm saying is that they attacked me from the Dragon Nation, but I think everyone would be surprised if such an inexperienced person showed up in the village.

"But no way, I didn't expect Oz to be under your asylum, Ernea. After I met you, I was just about to go after Oz. And one more thing."

Now the Baltic Noir, which sees the Mistrals.

"Apparently, the information we got was partially incorrect. No, I missed picking up information, should I say? Let me correct the first word. Nice to meet you, colleagues."

"Peer...... Huh!?

I can think of the identity of Bartonoir, who didn't know what to do, and I hold my breath.

First, I said brothers about me. And I looked at Mistral and everyone in my family and re-said it to my peers.

I mean...

"It's a rather rare story that Master Kensei Farna has seen me. I was a guy named Warren... well, leave that alone. I mean, that's the thing."

"Why..."

How do you breathe?

Cramping chest. I'm not exercising intensely, but a pulsating heartbeat.

Bartonoir says to my words, which leaked to spit something caught in the back of his throat.

"No way, you're not going to say" why do you do this "now that you're in it, are you? You, too, no, I thought you guys were told. Live free."

The witch of dreams only said so. Live as you wish, interfere freely in the world.

But that's why...

"Sometimes it's unacceptable? No, you're not. They forgive everything. Anything at all. In the first place, from their selection criteria, yes. The chosen gentlemen would understand. We weren't chosen because we made something happen. It was chosen because it could make something happen. Now, you're not mistaken that you were chosen to the point where you played at the heart of the inter-racial war, are you? That was the trigger, and I was chosen because I was able to show you the possibility there, you guys."

Apparently, a man named Bartonoir is looking into our past.

"Don't you think they're irresponsible? Just pick it out for the possibility, and then leave it alone. I don't care what we do. Good deeds or bad deeds."

"... so you ran virtuous, huh?

Bartonoir shakes his head at me, who manages to squeeze out his voice.

"I'll leave it up to future generations to decide whether it's evil or not. It's just that I'm gonna stick to my justice and belief."

"What is your justice? Does it make sense to defeat the Dragon Nation in a meaningless way or break the mirror of the Kyouo Temple where the demon is sealed?

"Ha ha, this has been said to hurt. But I want you to believe me. I'm not trying to ruin anything with you."

"Keep everyone in the Dragon Nation in your hands and say that!

Did you stun the people who lived in peace in the village just to make contact with me?

I just didn't kill him, but there was finally something stuck in the back of my chest in the Baltic Noir that I was going to say.

"You're still young, and this is how you want to protect it. That's rude."

In the face of my anger, Bartonoir once again sees the fallen and lying people. But I don't regret it.

If it's for a purpose, I won't stop worrying about any sacrifices or tragic consequences.

"What the hell are you trying to do!? Trying to make contact with me, breaking the mirror of Kyouo Temple!

"... chasing Oz, giving the Devil Swordsman extra knowledge, huh?

"Become!"

No way......!

"The noise of demon swordsmen in the kingdom of Yortenitos is your darkness!

"Ha ha, this is gone. Your mouth is a disaster."

Bartonoir grins bitterly by scratching his blushing head. But that slipped my mouth on purpose.

What the hell is he up to?

"Well, that's the one who made contact with you. Look, it's your territory around here, isn't it? Around here, or in the land of demons, I guess. You guys don't seem to know yet, so I'll let you know. There hasn't been anyone like you around here for years. You know why? The rulers of the Demons are too powerful."

"There's Grandma Yuri and Lady Jabalayan, though?

"Those two are different. I'm just saying that I've been chosen in a different area to be exact and now I live around here."

Apparently, Bartonoir knows not only about me, but also about Grandma Yuri, the elder of the Ear Elders, and Master Jabalayan, the prayerer of the Beasts. And maybe the fact that you're treating those two up front is someone who's been chosen in recent years over the grandmothers.

"Whatever you two old men are. Would it be rude not to say a word to the Lord of the Territorial, even though we have business around here? And that's why I wanted to be face-to-face with you."

If you only had face-to-face knowledge, you wouldn't have had to defeat the irrelevant dragon people.

Yet Bartonoir dyed his hands in the rough.

I mean, this includes threats against me.

I will not forgive you if you first show your strength and interfere with what he calls "errands." And if you think about it more deeply, you can also take it that saying and doing this to me, which I recognize as the Lord of the Territorial Territory, means informing you in advance of making a scene in this neighborhood.

Peripheral area, or is it a demonic country to sum up what's been going on?

Bartonoir grinned satisfactorily when he decided that I had read exactly the thoughts he wanted to convey.

"I hope you don't get involved in what I'm trying to do. But..."

"For those who want to protect us, we stand without hesitation!

Block the words of the Baltic Noir and declare.

I won't tell you how extravagant I was to save the Demons or for world peace. But I can reach out and I'll never look at it and pretend not to.

To my words, which can also be taken as a declaration of war, but Bartonoir once again gave me a satisfied look.

"Right..."

And then he turns his back and tries to walk away from us just because he's done his errands here.

Unguarded, back full of gaps.

If we're going to raid, we're going to drop him off silently.

Honestly, I might as well have seized him as a sinner at the time he got his hands on the Dragon Nation people, but he had missed the opportunity not only for me but for everyone to get their hands on the facts of the shock and the unexpected developments.

But that was right.

"Gaff, you kept me waiting. Then let's move."

Bartonoir, trying to turn his back on this one and walk away, called out toward a space of nothing. Then, the loose space distorts and suddenly a giant dragon reveals itself.

"Holy shit!

Niemia, who was being held by Priscia, jumped by surprise.

"Too long story, Baltic."

"If you stay long, you won't be able to catch your eye on the old dragon in the dragon forest."

To the call of Bartonoir, it has metastasized!?

No, you're not.

I've been hiding behind it since the beginning.

I, on the other hand, can't believe I didn't even notice the ancient species Niemia.

The giant dragon that emerged looked different.

Huge bodies more than Revaria are lined with scales that change color to rainbow colors. The wing skeleton is thick, but the flying membrane looks transparent and transparent behind it.

And more than anything else, it was the two tails that grew out of the giant torso and the two necks.

Multi-headed dragon.

Aggressively, an evil dragon species overheads.

But I'm sure not.

Even the dragon tribes, the only kinds that go through the words of men are the higher ones.

For example, ancient species...

If Bartonoir hadn't hit us without thinking, we might, on the contrary, have been beaten by the dragon behind us.

The Baltic Noir crosses into a double-headed dragon.

"Don't tell me that. Even for me, I wanted to say hello to my juniors."

"Bullshit."

"Shouldn't the interrupter have just crushed it?

"Ernea, you're not a disturber, you're an important colleague."

"It's useless to have a relationship with that fellow man, and I can't even see him getting in the way later."

"... no, you..."

Called Gaff, the giant dragon looks down at this one with wings flapping.

With two heads.

"Snowdragon child, rare"

"Plus, the fourth-eyed dragon and the winged dragon's child dragon. Jesus, you're just a kid."

Gaff, who complements words as if they were Ufiria and Nina, slowly ascends as he turns his gaze to us.

"Oh, one last thing"

Before flying away. Baltic noir came down from above.

"Oz, do you know who the Lord of the Nine Tails is?

"The Lord is a great demon tribe!

"... apparently, that warcraft knows nothing"

Your outlook is completely off the hook.

"Oh, man, that's fucked up"

Apparently, Gaff called Oz's thoughts.

Upon completion of the confirmation, Bartonoir flew away to the evening sky with Gaff.