We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Mm-hmm, you know!

The next morning. I wake up early in the morning from a healthy Priscia.

Grunt. I wonder why I'm spending the night alone when I say I'm back at the mansion. Forget that question.

Capture Priscia and Ares jumping around in my room.

"Good morning, both of you. So, what's going on?

Does the fact that the toddler girl is awake mean that Arda, who should have slept with her, is awake too?

When I opened the bedroom door with the two of them in my arms, Mr. Arda was just passing through the front hallway.

"Good morning, Ernea"

"Good morning!

Shit!

Look at me in the sleep explosion, and blush at Arda, who smiles.

"Mm-hmm. Arda said she knew your sister!

"Ho ho?

And I'm stunned by Priscia's abrupt confession.

"Yeah, Priscia's sister, is that just Alicia? You're wandering, aren't you?

Priscia has an older, separated sister. I can't tell you that Mr. Carly, the Ear Elder, is the one with the broken heart, even if his mouth is torn.

Um, do you know your sister?

Speaking of which, I thought you said that Arda had met with the Ear Elders before.

"There are some similarities in face and personality, if anything....... sorry. I can't give you much detail but Priscia."

"Yeah, never mind. Because we don't know Alicia either, and I think it would be nice if even Priscia knew."

There are many uncertainties about Mr. Arda's identity.

How did you become a witch's apprentice?

Why rest in this land?

I am also concerned about the slight reaction shown by Niemia and Oz, and more importantly the awe-inspiring appearance of Luiseine and Madeleine.

But there is no prying.

This is the iron rule of the adventurer.

People have a lot of situations, and there are so many things we can't talk about.

Even if it's a pattern for one meal at a time, I don't pry uselessly. That's top notch adventurer and caring adult.

"Elnea, your brother is not an adventurer."

"Grunt...... Take care, Mr. Arda. Neemia is evil. Don't read people's minds."

"Arda, your sister can't read her mind."

"Oh, my God!

Don't be afraid, Mr. Arda. I didn't know you were also training your spirit like a mistral.

Mr. Arda left for the kitchen, smiling at me awake with a healthy toddler in the morning. I heard him talking to Mistral, so apparently he's making breakfast with me.

I'm heading to the well yard to wash my face.

Then I ran into two people who would do a water row in front of the well, even though it was still a cold early spring morning.

"Luiseine, Master Madrine, aren't you cold!?

Place a bucket with plenty of cold water overhead and turn it upside down. Zapa, and the water overflows with momentum, wetting them both out of their heads.

Two thin clothes to wear inside a witch outfit. The wet fabric is sticking to your skin to reveal the contours of the two of you. Starting in the morning, what a gloss.

"This is a commandment. My morning prayers were delayed without waking up earlier than Mr. Arda."

"Mr. Arda is amazing how you get up faster than the two of us"

Oh, my God, I won't wake up until someone wakes me up.

With what I've done, Louiseine and Madeleine have apparently finished the water line. Next I went into prayer as I played the eulogy.

I draw water into the bucket next to it and wash my face. Cold water tightens the skin and mind and the body awakens.

Priscia had been running around with Ares and Niemia since morning.

When we finish the morning shift, we all have breakfast.

Eat a lot and we'll have to prepare for this.

Oz is restless in the morning. I'm sure you want to get to the basin lake that extends to the summit of the spiritual mountain quickly.

I didn't have to take care of it, so as soon as I finished breakfast, I set out to get ready to go.

"Elnea, if I may, will you take me with you?"

Then Mr. Arda has talked to me with regret.

"Of course you are, don't hesitate"

Were you able to relax slowly last night?

I asked her out hoping it would lead to some rest for Mr. Arda. After all, maybe I want to get back to the area soon.

And when Mr. Arda is accompanied, everyone around him is not silent either.

First, Luiseine and Madeleine raise their names, and seriously, Lyla raises her hand. Ms. Sefina was also intrigued by the embargo, declaring where she would follow, and Yufiria and Nina, of course, were to go.

"I have to find a stone to mirror, don't I? Then you'd better have more manpower."

So I added Mistral, but very few of them looked disgusted in her words.

You didn't come to the Forbidden Territories to play!

Don't forget to get ready for lunch, take the Niemia quickly to the summit of Spiritual Mountain.

"Mnh-mnh, do you want to go to Teru's?

"Shall we go later? I have to say hello to Terru, but if we take Oz, it's gonna be tough."

On my way to the Embargo, I thought I'd stop by Mr. Meduria's as well, but I'm soaking up a lot of things to come here.

It's all for Oz.

I don't think we should put the Kuo Temple thing behind us. So I need Oz to make a mirror soon.

Speaking of which, you've never been to the summit of Spiritual Mountain.

"Yeah, Mistral's right. Yesterday was my first time."

"Over there, the power of the spiritual veins is strong. It must be a sacred place."

"You can feel Mr. Arda, too."

We call it a dragon vein, but Arda calls it a spiritual vein. That's the difference between a teacher and a teacher.

Walking is going to crumble for a whole day, and Niemia won't be long.

We descend to the summit of Spiritual Mountain.

Wow, the strange signs that I felt yesterday went through my whole body.

"... eh"

"Mistral?"

Mistral stopped moving for a moment beside me.

Could you have had the same experience as me?

"No, it's nothing. Come on, shall we look for a stone that Oz will be convinced of? I just wanted to say."

Say it. Mistral stared at Oz.

"Oz. What kind of stone are you looking for?

The lake stretches all the way to the summit of Spiritual Mountain. But the water depth seems to be shallow everywhere, and even where it stands right now, the water level is only to the point of the candle.

And there's a little grass growing or stone rolling on the bottom of the water.

Maybe this place isn't really a lake?

I don't see any shadows of fish, and the stones have little moss on them. Besides, I don't think the grass that looks like the bottom of the water belongs to the aquatic habitat.

A strange lake, reflecting beautifully on a clear sky.

When you move your legs, the ripples spread everywhere.

Oz said with certainty this is where he was looking.

Unsullied lake. So I brush stones and make mirrors.

But the question Mistral spoke of is certain.

What kind of stone should we look for?

Oz, who gets the attention, is sure to look back on us. And then, softly, I strayed from my gaze.

"Oh well, that's how I try to delude you again! You don't know! You don't know how to make a mirror in detail, do you?!?

"What?"

I clasped Oz's neck with my hands and shook him in disgust.

Yeah, you idiot.

You're always so prestigious, it's useless, like every time at the heart.

As it is, I think I'll even feed Teru.

But, well, I can't help being angry.

Besides, this is our fault too.

I knew from the beginning that Oz was the one who said this. Yet it's bad we left it to Oz not to look into it ourselves.

Let go of the Oz, it drips down disappointingly.

Oz thought he was sorry for all this time, scratching the base of his pompous ears.

But you're in trouble.

Want to go back to Demon King Castle again and ask the Demon King how to make a mirror?

Or I realize it doesn't make sense in the first place.

Mirrors aren't like polishing stones and making them, are they?

Then Arda opened her mouth to our troubled appearance, who had previously been stationary without interference.

"I don't even know what a temple is. If what the Ernaeans say is a mirror of Shinshin, we know it in the old literature."

"What!?

In an unexpected help boat, we stared at Arda with our eyes shining.

"In these sacred places, it is said that rarely can a ball of water spring (gibberish) be taken. Likewise, they can take a clear stone that shows mirror-like reflection. I have read in literature that mirrors dedicated to temples and temples used to be made of such stones"

"Well, that's my first ear!

Quickly, take the stone at your feet. But it just looks like a regular stone.

Mr. Arda also took a stone sinking into the lake. And I shrugged something, I felt it.

Pan, and the stone Mr. Arda had in his hand breaks in two.

"Even regular stones can be like mirrors when broken from the outside."

"I see. Well, if you find an affordable stone, you should crack it a little and make sure. Or should I crack clean from the start without using the effort to brush it?

"What about that? To my mind, it is not the clear stones like mirrors that matter. Isn't the act of sharpening it out with your wishes and thoughts important?

"Right."

It's a reflection that it was a somewhat cheap statement.

Everyone, too, seemed convinced by Mr. Arda's explanation, and from here on out it became a stone hunt as Oz was convinced.

Walk around the shallow lake and look for stones of affordable size.

According to Oz, the mirror that was dedicated to the Kyouo temple seems to be about the size of four fists of a man. What an ambiguous metric, but look for a stone the size of it first.

If I find him, I'll try to slash the edge with my white sword.

Now if you show mirror-like reflection, all you have to do is work hard Oz.

But things don't carry so well.

"... um, not this. Not this either."

Around noon, a little Ishizuka was ready on Oz's side.

"You're hard to find. I'll go a little farther."

"Priscia's coming too!

"Let's go."

"Nyan."

I'll extend my legs to the end of the lake with the Priscians, who were starting to get a little tired of looking for stones.

It's a lake with water depth up to about a candle, but it's waterproof shoes, so I don't mind the wetness at my feet.

Rather, the clothes are getting wetter.

Beautiful water. And great weather. When that happens, it's inevitable that Priscia and the others will shake. Thanks to the toddlers flying water, not only I, but everyone was wet.

Be careful not to catch a cold.

Walk looking for stones.

When I find something that looks good, I pick it up on the spot and try to slash it.

But I can't pull the hit.

"You know, you found a beautiful stone, didn't you?

"Which one?...... said!!!

Wow, and Priscia ran over as she raised the water splash. I almost flipped when I saw the red stone in my hand. [M]

"That's definitely balls..."

"Nah."

More precious than jewellery, a gem of the ore system. More precious than that, the first thing not to be on the market is a ball of water fountain.

This young lady found the super rare balls...

"Come on, let's have everyone focus on this later and amuse us."

"Yeah!"

Hold hands with Priscia with a full smile and resume the stone search. Of course, Ares is the one who occupies the opposite hand connected to Priscia properly.

Niemia moves over my head with her wet body and is generous.

"It's hard to find."

I wonder how long he walked, looking back, the Mistrals were getting smaller.

When I stared, Mr. Arda seemed to be with me and keep looking for stones.

Restart your mind and resume your exploration with your gaze down at your feet.

Then, gradually, the water depth began to shallow.

No way, I walked to the edge of the lake!?

Me with my face up. But apparently it wasn't.

Neemia leaves my head and goes up into the sky.

"In the middle of the basin."

"The only place in the center was land that hadn't sunk in the lake."

The land is quite large. Surrounded by ancient woods, I wonder if there's about a moss square?

In the spring, the green grass that nurtures new life dances shaken and touched by the gentle wind.

A deep breath filled his chest with fresh air like behind the dragon forest.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

"Priscia wants to sleep too!

"No, no, I have to go back and have lunch, and I'll take a nap later"

"You know, Priscia's hungry."

"Mmm."

Rarely, Ares is selfish, not Priscia.

My anxiety about what I would do if Mr. Ares transformed me into him ended in worry.

Apparently, he made filling hunger a priority over sleeping cravings.

Attempt to return to the place where everyone is, accompanied by a Happy Toddler. So in the corner of his sight, a fuzzy mossy stone entered his eyes.

I'm somewhat concerned, I'll take the stone in my hand.

Light.

It's about the size of a person's head, but contrary to appearance, it's not that heavy.

I let go of the toddler's hand, pulled out the white sword and slashed the edge properly.

"Kirakira beautiful?

"Right. Looks like there's a star in the lunch sky."

"Beautiful"

The mossy stone had a strange cross section, like the brilliance of the stars spreading in a clear blue sky like today's.

"This is a little different from the stone Mr. Arda was saying, but what do you think?

Other than the brilliance of the stardust, it cannot be said that it reflects what the clear blue reflects.

If Oz says it's different, it's as beautiful as I'd like to take it home to your mansion.

Okay, and I decide to take this stone.

"I'll get the stone."

Somehow, when I left, I bowed my head to land.

"Yes, please."

Then, for some reason, I got a reply from the wooden knife of the spirit tree.