We Live in Dragon’s Peak

It was a warm atmosphere home.

In front of the big fireplace, my grandmother is knitting as she is rocked by a rocking chair.

Wall hangings, carpets, knitting laid on benches and desks are all far from luxury, but I can feel the warmth from everything. I'm sure people entering and leaving Louis Lara's mansion use what they knit so hard to offer to your husband.

Furniture and ornaments are also lined with wood-carved products and handcrafted objects, eliminating the nasty brilliance of precious metals.

"Come on, master. Please relax until dinner is served immediately."

"Your companions will also take care of your luggage. I'll show you to your room."

Apart from the zobos of the family order, who were greeted at the front door, several servants worked inside the mansion.

And everyone in the servant is simple and doesn't look as if they serve a Viscount aristocrat. Either that or we all feel like we're farming the fields or taking care of the sheep during the day and taking care of the mansion and Luilara when we're free.

Luilara is also tolerant of those who work in your mansion and smiles a little disrespect and failure.

"Gu, gu, no..."

"Ernea, what's wrong?

I regret being shown a warm home by an unexpected person in an unexpected place.

Luilara, who had long greeted the servants home, looks back at my expulsion, which had fallen to zero.

"Elnea, it's not a great place to live like you guys. I don't think you've lost your comfort, so take your time."

"Yeah, let me do that."

Even if it's a mansion built on the countryside, it's the residence of a lord. Rooms are upstairs enough to accommodate a large number of guests and carry their luggage in.

Apparently, some of the servants who take care of us mix people with demons. You still seem to work friendly because you're really close, aren't you?

Well, they finally noticed.

Louis Lara's nostalgia feels wide and deep because he's been a family man long before he met us, and he's been working with everyone around him for years beyond race and subordination.

And because the inhabitants I cherish like my family have been murdered unharmed, oh well, I ran furiously for revenge.

Oh, it's really a waste, isn't it?

If I hadn't been a swordsmanship idiot with that, I would have been a nice lord.

When we unload our luggage in the lodging room, we are allowed to be sweet and relaxed by your words.

They say it's still going to cool down at night, so they get together in front of the fireplace where Grandma knits and blossoms into pre-dinner bickering.

Priscia and Ares seem to be taking Niemia and Oz to explore the mansion quickly.

"Well, Master Luirala and the Devil Swordsman?

Show your grandmother the story of the east of Dragon Peak that you want to hear about Luilala and me.

"It is. I was in a hurry."

"Ernea, were you really in a hurry?

"Yeah, it's not your concern, it's our situation."

"It's terrible..."

Grandma seems to be the sister of Zobos, a family order. My daughter-in-law was a long way from home, but she came back here after her husband died. They're letting me relax for the rest of my life now.

Louis Lara seems busy.... especially in relation to me.

Instead of Luirala, who often vacates the territory, Mr. Zobos and Grandma manage the mansion mainly.

"Speaking of which, Master Luirala. The other day, Lord Wall of the Dragon Nation was staying."

"Speaking of which, Wal's working hard on the bridge with the Demon Nation."

"What do you think I'm talking about?" He's capable. "

"That's right. Repair of the roof of your mansion was a great handiwork. He seems to have other talents to help raise the soil, and yes, the shepherd."

"What are you doing here, Wall the Great Eight Dragon Kings!?

Is it my fault? Other than me, the only successor to the Eight Dragon Kings is being made to do the devil's chores.

Well, he's calm in character, and I guess I can't turn him down as part of an intimacy when asked. Maybe he wants to help you.

"Speaking of which, Isn't there a city or something in Louis Lara's territory?

"Of course, I do. Why?"

"No, because. This is where the lord's mansion is, so I wondered."

"More west, there's a city. The western end of the territory. There are some ministers there to rule the territory, but you can count on them."

"Is that okay?

"Rather, you're pleased, aren't you? I don't want to come to the neighborhood as an official. That's also because I don't want to turn my back on the foot for any reason at the foot of the dangerous Dragon Peak. It would be better for them if I, the lord, showed my presence here."

"The right material, but should I say?

I'm talking about Louis Lara. Maybe he's not very interested in operations either, so that he doesn't have a territorial focus.

So if it's governed, it's good, and I'm left to my servants?

Grandma and Mr. Zobos had fun talking to each other, and the kitchen smelled good to stimulate their stomachs.

I'm sure he's even picking and eating because he can hear the young girls sounding like fun too.

I think it's time for dinner, and my stomach started making noise.

But there's something going on out here outside the mansion.

Mr. Zobos is on his way to the front door. Then we rushed into the face of the man.

"Lord, please help me. The bandits...!

Has he escaped with life and spiciness, the clothes of the man who rushed in were thinly dirty, all with blood on them, and countless wounds on his developed lower body.

The man who also gave me the appearance of a demon clan at a glance appealed to Luilala.

"Beyond the mountains..."

Apparently, going north from here, there's a little mountain area, and there's a village ahead of it that's making a deal. Looks like the man was attacked by bandits on his way to the village to do some shopping with the neighbors.

The man was a leggy demon, so he got away. So when he managed to come back, he heard that the lord Luilara was returning and rushed in.

"Hey, Luilara. Do bandits come out a lot?

"That's right... Maybe more these days."

Luilara quickly gets herself up to grievances from men.

"Look, the demon king of the north is gone, it's rough, right? The aftermath will be here."

Is it the border that makes it a hiding place for the rough guys to dress up?

I also obey Luilara, who tries to pop his sword out in one hand.

"Ernea, you can take your time here. You're a customer."

"Yeah, I'll help, too. I always take care of you."

I don't get that much chance to give back my usual favors to Louis Lara. So I want to help what I can do.

Louis Lara accepts my offer with pleasure. So, the two of us jumped out of your mansion.

I use spatial leaps to follow the leading Luilara.

Speaking of which, Louis Lara is fine with my continuous spatial leap, right?

Now, Luilara was doing everything she could to guide me through my lack of geography.

No man has rushed into your mansion.

Since I was injured, I have asked Master Luiseine and Madrine to do so.

So where did the bandits come from? And I questioned it, but apparently there's only one way to get from here to the village at the end of the mountains.

So we move on to our destination.

We arrived at the mansion before sundown, but the evening was starting to get worse while we were talking.

The sun is setting on the western earth, and the sky is stained with two layers, the cedar and the blue.

Though it uses a spatial leap, it's a long way to the mountains that it's north. Anyway, I couldn't see the mountains to the north on my way down from Niemia to the mansion.

Still, Ruirala hits and runs to meet the appeal of the inhabitants.

Then, before the sun fell completely, we entered the mountain path.

"Mr. Ernea, shall we proceed with caution from here? Because the mountains are deep enough for thieves to hide for a single road."

"Copy that!"

Don't be alarmed about where the burglars are lurking. Prepare for an ambush from the entrance of the mountain path, and I will erase the signs.

But Luilara went a long way without worrying about footsteps.

Didn't you go discreetly, demon tribe there!?

I have no choice but to follow a dark mountain path. Nevertheless, I don't do anything like walk down a mountain path with a sign out like Luirala. Explore the signs around you as you make a spatial leap across the standing tree branches.

In mountainous areas, too, not much light reaches the stars that blink out into the sky. Still, the dragon-headed eye sees deep darkness, and the sharpened spirit explores the signs to a distance.

Over the mountains, over the valley.

Luirala's steps loosened as he went down the mountain path, where the night came entirely.

"Right here. The cars are scattered."

A luggage truck with signs of vandalism had been turned upside down before it was sandwiched at both ends of the road by a thick bush.

Broken pots and broken groceries are scattered.

I'm sure he was trying to sell the goods he made between farming in the village and buy necessities or something at that price.

"Hey, that's terrible"

Only a few star lights are the dependable night darkness, but they also see a tragic scene in Luilara.

Sighing, he's detecting a vandalized luggage truck.

I was asking about it from the tree branches nearby. [M]

Then, the stirrups and bushes swayed.

"Shit. Why are you ambushing me when it's cold, but only a little guy can hang up?"

It was the ghost man who broke the bush and showed up.

The ghost looked at Luirala and sighed blatantly.

"Wait a while. Oh, I've been lurking because I'm telling you that the guy who ran away is bringing in a new gold"

"Well, you look good. This guy needs to be caught alive and ransomed, right?

"But where's the rich guy in such a country?

Following the first ghost, the loose and evil ones reveal themselves.

Apparently, that's a sign. They're mistaken for some kind of leaky Luilara, a little rich guy in the country.

And the fact that you don't know the face of your lord Luirala is that you're bandits from another area.

and the bandits surrounding him to ordain Louis Lara.

So the bandits aren't completely alert?

Oh, well. Even if you're erasing the signs, if you're ambushing them, they could find you. On the contrary, if you behave like you are not alert, will you mistake me for a dwarf and thus come out of the other side with caution?

Louis Lara said "carefully" meant not against the bandits, but not to miss out on where they were attacked.

Luirala's endurance is as bright blue as the Dragon Clan. It's a tactic because he's fine with pretending to be alarmed and eating really unintentional hits.

"I hope you'll let me ask you a few questions. Is this your fault?

Luilara turns to fewer than twenty men who besiege herself and asks swallowing questions.

Then the men, who had identified their prey at, affirmed.

"Oh, I knew it was. … how dare you, my dear inhabitant."

"Huh!?

When the men turn out to be bandits, Luilara pulls out her lower back sword. At the same time the bandits began to wolf in an instant at the explosion of bloated killings.

"This one, this one..."

"Top!?

The bandits made mistakes.

Louis Lara is a little rich in the country. He is the belly heavily used by the demon king of the giant and the great demon clan of the Viscount with the parents of the Initial Clan.

The bandits have no time to escape and are slashed down by the sword of Luirala.

Rare. I can't believe Luilala waves a sword other than enjoying swordsmanship.

Before the screams echo in the mountains of the night, the bandits who appear will be wiped out.

I was still asking how things were going from the top of the tree branch with the signs off. [M] Then a leftover mouse emerged from the back of the bush.

After all, the like-minded did not leave like his men, but hid?

Neither did I lurk with the signs erased for no reason. I was wondering how things would go to capture the leader, who would flee as soon as he was in a bad position.

"Stay!

With a spatial leap, we pull and capture a rat trying to escape the scene.

He was a big rat. I guess he's about twice my height, huh?

I slap my fist relentlessly into the belly of a mouse wearing clothes and a crooked knife on his back.

In one blow the rat lost his mind and collapsed.

"Luilara, you've caught the leader demon clan hiding over here, haven't you?

Louis Lara is coming to my call.

And look down at the demonic tribe looking like a fallen, lying rat.

Without hesitation, I waved my sword down.

"Luilara!?

"No, you don't have to worry about it. These guys are cluttered fish anyway. Because I'm just going to crush it alive. The thief kills on the spot, that's the way the demons behave."

"There's no chance of a trial or redemption."

"Well, there is. Thieves don't like torturing people or falling slaves, do they?

"Oh well...?

Luilala teaches us how to think of the Demon Nation with laughter. While doing so, confirming the death of the leader, he returns to the mountain path.

Now I'm coming with you.

"Even if you leave the body like this, it's out of the way."

The murmuring Luilara grabbed the bodies of the bandits who had just cut them down unconstitutionally and threw them into the back of the mountain.

"Za, it's not cluttered!?

No matter how bad the bandits are, I'm pulling more and more on this treatment!

Like, I take Luirala's hand and stop the act.

But that turned out good.

"Hey, Luilara. What is this cloth?

I notice an uncomfortable cloth sandwiched around the waist of the man Luirala was still about to throw deep into the mountain.

The bandits aren't as good as the rough guys. Yet the cloth on the hips seems somewhat premium.

Besides, this man wasn't the only one in possession of a cloth. If you look closely, all the bandits who were slashed possessed a piece of cloth somewhere in their bodies.

It's wrapped around your head or around your arms.

It's each person's own where they wear it in their body, but they all possess it in a position to see it.

"... come on? I wonder what it is?

Did Luirala care too, take the cloth from the bandits and quantify it.

"It's all like a red cloth. I'm curious, so I'll just take this with me."

And Luilala retrieved the cloth from the body that remained, and threw all the unnecessary things into the back of the mountain.