We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Having prayed in the Great Temple, Sefina returns for a stroll through the city.

When leaving the building. No, ever since before. Sefina sees the sight of many different people bowing their heads over here.

Well, why can you keep your head down so much? Sefina looks at herself as she leaves the grounds of the Great Temple.

Elnea, because they think you're in there?

No, you're not.

Sure, the Dragon King's Capital is a city in which he has control, but not all of the inhabitants know the face of Ernea. Not to mention you shouldn't even know about yourself that I visited earlier.

So why are you so respected?

I check my costume and realize, "Oh well," I wonder if I'm wearing anything funny.

Sefina is the third princess of the kingdom of Armuad, ruled by the people. Usually he works dispersed by adventurers, but he's a rooted royalty.

Then, your personality becomes natural and of good quality.

Seeing the people going around, Sefina was convinced.

Everyone who bows his head to himself is full of those of his own who cannot be called good.

This is the undisputed land of demons.

A world dominated by demons and enslaved by other races.

People are treated as slaves, and in some places they say they are only as being below consumables.

In such a realm, Sefina is dressed in fine clothing and walks (cuddly) through the city in a refreshing manner.

In doing so, Sefina would also look like a ruling class demon from a race incapable of discerning the race.

Again, Sefina observes people crossing the city.

A man dressed in a cloak passes with a pot in his arms. Kids playing with just the least amount of clothing. The prominently dressed woman with the handkerchief disappeared into the alley early enough with the ingredients.

Poor, people at a glance.

In a city where the country was rough and the people who were chased where they lived flowed, there can be no distribution of supplies to the luxuries.

Those who work as slaves still give the expression that they are happy to live in a safe city.

But on the other hand.

A large number of people dressed in poor quality clothing were seen with different shadows.

Those dressed in the same or more fine costumes as Sefina.

Unmanly, just like ghosts, people with two or more arms or growing tails and wings, see the aliens walk in the middle of the road slowly.

They are the demons of the ruling hierarchy.

The people who wore them gave way and bowed their heads to the devils dressed in fine clothing, just like the attitude they showed Sefina.

I may also be revered by others as a princess. But I've never forced awe, and I don't want to be flat out without meaning.

Instead, when I can bow my head, it seems to make me aware of the responsibilities that come with it, and I don't really like it.

But the Demons are different.

It is natural for a different people to drool their heads. Rather, he is likely to react mercilessly to slaves who do not show a euphemistic attitude.

And the slaves also show an attitude of obedience to the devilish, whether they are other than their own masters, as is normal.

This may be a natural landscape in the demonic world.

No, perhaps in another land, the slaves are being treated even worse than here.

But it was Sefina who wondered if it was supposed to be different.

One can only feel uncomfortable in a world where everyone is free and fate is determined at birth, which is also his whole life as a slave.

Is this because we grew up in an armored area where people alone are cultured, and where the identity system is less conscious?

Elnea, whom Sefina secretly admires, is not a simple young man on the sidelines of kindness.

He is treated as a hero of salvation in his homeland and revered as a great race lifesaver by neighboring countries and other races living around him, but he has no thoughts of saving the whole world, etc.

I have no doubt that he has the conviction that he will do everything he can for someone, but he correctly understands the influence he will have on the world that arises from his movements.

Rumor has it that Ernea has been elected by the Demon King? But he didn't become a demon king.

When he became the Demon King and ruled the Demon Clan. Elnea would face slavery head-on out of that sense of justice.

But then it will be a total confrontation with the other demon kings and demons.

He is well aware of how much blood flows from the slaves who were made to dream.

In addition, while the Dragon King, the leader of the Dragon Peak Alliance, has acquiesced in the Fei Dragon hunt, which takes place every few years in the hunting grounds of the Fei Dragon.

People and dragons, they understand each other's position and avoid interference.

If you join the people, Fei Long will be harmed. On the contrary, if given to the Dragon Nation, it could destroy the livelihood of those who live in Armuad and Jortenithos.

I guess that's why. Fei Long who enters the hunting grounds of Fei Long resists with his own strength. Let the people kneel the mighty in consideration of their lives.

The arrogance and hypocrisy of saving everything in the eye, etc. do not go hand in hand, that is Elnea, the ruler of this city.

Well, there are times when you stick your neck in things that you want to save and things that you want to save.

Such an ernair acquiesces to this distorted landscape.

In response to the customs and cultures of the Demonic Nation, Ernea finds compromises in Ernea to avoid interference.

In doing so, is this discomfort of mine a mistake?

It is a shallow thought, and perhaps we have not yet seen the truth of the world.

Sefina continues her stroll with an eye on the exotic landscape, saying she is still immature.

Then time quickly passed and when I realized it was going around noon.

"Let's go back once."

With Ernea's consideration and Meduria's favor, he had been given a place to stay.

There are plenty of lodgings, called the Ten Families, run by one of the most iconic demons in the city.

It's about the Elneas. We headed to the King's Capital of the Kingdom of Arms, but it's unlikely we'll be back in a day or two. I can tell that Meduria often understands Elnea, paying attention to where she stays.

Sefina walks lightly through the city and returns to the inn, which became the starting point for her stroll.

You think most travelers don't come to the Dragon King's capital?

In the first place, it is the place of influx of refugee immigrants, and access is subject to rigorous scrutiny.

But it's not like you don't have visitors.

from a country ruled by a giant demon king. Or rather than the nearby cities and villages, some guests will visit.

The inn that accommodates these people was the place to stay in Sefina.

Dive through the splendid gates and proceed through a well-maintained vestibule.

Unlike the slaves who were crossing the city, when the righteous servant passed the doorway that opened in awe, it was between the entrances that the guests would forgive.

Sefina goes on without hesitation and sits in a window seat in the sun.

Then, not long after, she desired a drink and a light lunch, as a servant dedicated to Sefina withheld beside her.

A woven world of demons and slaves.

In it, Sefina, who is neither a demon nor a slave, is foreign.

But you don't have to bother with a culture you're not convinced of. So Sefina ignores the odd gaze etc. directed from the surrounding demon tribe and takes a perseverance, albeit perseverance.

Servants also do the role they are given without resentment or cheap admiration for Sefina like that.

The beverage was carried first, so as I was dampening my little one's lips, one man came to the seat next to me even though I hadn't invited him.

"Hey, not graceful from day to day, lots of you"

"Really? I'm just having lunch, though?

A light man.

I smile back at Sefina's disliked class of attendants, but with a grin.

The short-haired man fits a hiccup with flashy necklaces and bracelets. The clothes that surround you also seem to be superior, with no wrinkles, no dirt.

It's a bit of an eye, but the smiling face is neat, and if you're a normal woman, you're probably the one with the heart dancing.

But Sefina is not fooled.

Men like this, feed women. This is how he approached the target without hesitation and confused him by speaking with skill.

And Sefina observed the man smiling.

This identity. The fact that you're in and out of this inn. From there it is deduced that this man is a demon tribe and there is no mistake.

Then my race will be seen through. If you behave inadvertently in such a situation, you could cause useless problems.

"You're a liberating slave, aren't you? Hey, it doesn't seem like a pretty good wingspan even though you're a human race. If you don't mind, why don't you give us a little help with the business?

Step away! and smile and deny that Sefina is "different," as she offends in her heart.

"Then what is it? Does your husband feel kind? Me too. Come on, I don't know about slavery. So, you see, you're trying to be nice to people."

A man who doesn't even ask me to, but he talks to the pepper.

Sefina sighed deeply inside.

I ran into a troublesome man. I want to leave this place quickly and continue my walk.

Does a light man have about two or three tongues? Keep talking about easy stories and laughs.

At the end of the day, the beginning and end of taking your own hand to the lunch carried for Sefina. In addition, I started using servants with sefina in my jaw and even ordering my own drinks and extra food.

What, are you being nice to people? I look down at the slave to see, and I can see with a slight trick or verbalism that I only think of as a tool or less.

After all, this man is as thin as he looks and is only an evil demon tribe.

"Hey, you. Tell me your name. I'm Risen. Greetings!"

"The demons don't want to teach their names to those below?

"Oh, that's it. I don't want to get along with you. So I'm also going to tell you my real name. After all, we could be more intimate if we called each other by name, right?

"Ha..."

Why should I be intimate with such a man? Sefina poisons me with her heart that you're the only heterosexual person I want to be intimate with.

But I don't even get fine dust on my expression.

I want to get through this with a smile on my face somehow.

Quickly, please understand that I don't feel like it here and walk away.

But I can't get Sefina's wish.

Earlier, you said you had prayed in the Great Temple.

Does the goddess want to impose on herself even a crappy trial here?

I don't really want to stretch out my chopsticks for my dish, which the man who named me Risen put on. So, listening to Risen with a drink in one hand, the liquid in the cup withered.

"Oh, can I have the same thing? Hey, bring it."

"Yes. Yes, sir."

We call upon the servants who had refrained behind us to ring their fingers at all distractions. And even though I didn't wish, I added my order on my own.

"Hey, why don't you re-drink somewhere else? You know, being generous in this inn means you're taking a room, right? I'd love to see your room."

Who invites you to the room!!

Sefina can grasp the chest barn and indulge in the urge to throw it away as much as she wants.

The hand in an invisible position from Risen was fist-gripping strong, and he was puffy and trembling with anger.

"I'm sorry, I have plans to leave town after this."

"Eh, seriously!? Then you can follow me, too, right? Where are you going?

"Yes, it is..."

An extra drink arrived at Sefina, who was in great difficulty.

"Oh, come here.... Yes, go ahead"

Risen invites the servant to come to himself with his eyes alone and receives a drink from the basin.

After all, it's like you don't even think of slavery as a person.

But Risen, who gave the drink to Sefina, struck and changed and smiled lightly.

"Come on, take it. Let's keep going. Hey, bring me another drink."

"Ha, ha!

Sefina receives drinks from Risen even though she wonders who is at once.

Well, Sefina lips the cup while I figure out how to repel this man from now on.

"Huh!?

Shortly thereafter. Once, and Sefina drops the cup. Red liquid overflowed from the cup that fell on the floor, spreading stains on the carpet.

"What the hell did you... give me a drink...?

Sefina looked at Risen as she held her lips down with her trembling hands. Keep it up, slip off the chair and fall to the floor.

Risen, looking up, had an evil grin like a demon who did it to.

Sefina, falling with her cheeks on a wet carpet, stares open at Risen.

"It's your fault, huh? He won't even tell me his name. Come on. Well, the thin one, isn't it good? From now on, I'm going to make you say no, and I'm going to taste the comfort of rising to heaven."

How disgusting is the lowly grin at.

Sefina kept staring at the tight Risen.