We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Gu, you..."

Luga glanced at Bartonoir, who saved his predicament with a sharp eye as if to see an adversary.

"I should have advised you. You have to be cheap on Dragon Peak."

Bartonoir looks at me like he doesn't care about Luga's gaze. [M]

"... nevertheless. After all, when you get involved with Dragon Peak, you come out, right?

"It's obvious. I am the Eight Dragon Kings and I am the leader of the Dragon Peak Alliance!

Bartonoir laughs at me when I say it without staring. [M]

But my eyes aren't laughing.

Those are the eyes that are guarding us with all their might.

"Out of the way. You don't have to do this!

"Oh boy, would you be a little more cautious? I recommended it to my people, and my qualities are in doubt."

Luga pushed Bartonoir against me. But on the contrary, Bartonoir seals Luga's movements.

Bartonoir hands are attached to Luga's shoulders so that they can be pressed together. That's it, the giant Luga gets one knee.

What the hell kind of moves did you use?

I had no idea what had happened just because I saw it.

"Well, Mr. Elnea,"

Bartonoir turns to me with Luga under control.

"I think I told you before. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going to work with you guys. Why, it would be helpful if you missed this place?

Baltic noir with only a light tone.

But you can't honestly listen to his demands.

Luga is the tense who caused the commotion, and it's more dangerous to leave Bartonoir alone in the wild like this.

"Niemia, everybody, be alert to the Rainbow Dragon!

"Nha."

Neemia, appearing over the sky with her big figure, swirls small and alert as she chases her tail around like a dog.

The appearance of Bartonoir means that a double-headed rainbow dragon should be lurking somewhere. But more than that sign is completely gone, we have to be vigilant so that we can deal with it wherever it strikes us from.

Luiseine and the others also take a vigilant stance around the ground dragon.

"Hey, should I say boulder? You should have only seen it once, but I didn't expect you to get around this well."

I lay a white sword and a wooden sword of a spirit tree on Baltic Noir, who caresses his chin and beard.

"Bartonoir. I'll have Luga handed over here. And what the hell are you up to?

"Ha. Luga is a problem child, but I can't give it to you guys. And what are you up to, too? If I tell you, will you help us?

"Say no!"

To my immediate summary, Bartonoir shrugged his shoulder with a laugh.

"No matter how much you ramble in the land of the demons, the rulers of the demons will not move. So what you're doing is useless. I want you to stop bringing chaos into the demonic kingdom any more!

Bartonoir's hips are inserted with a red cloth like the one that was wrapped around Luga's arms.

And they are not the only ones who wear red cloth and are rampant in the land of the demons.

A demon named Risen who appeared in the Dragon King's capital. An ear elder woman who came into the confinement. There are other bandits who have vandalized Luilara's territory and many more who are rampaging in various places.

Bartonoir is probably selling fights to demonic rulers.

The red cloth worn somewhere in the body is a sign that means Comrade Bartonoir, a manifestation of the defiance of those who strip their fangs to the rulers of the Demonic Nation.

But I do.

Charlotte taught me.

"The rulers of the Demons will never come out, no matter how rough the country is. On the contrary, it's like enjoying the situation and bringing in more confusion."

"... I see. Elnea, I hear you're familiar with the Demons."

Bartonoir snorted quietly listening to my words.

"... but"

Says Bartonoir, with a confident grin in his black beard.

"Well, don't you think it's all right? In that case, one of my people will only stand as the Demon King, unaffected by the ruler, in the land where the Demon King Kushalilla ruled."

"Behold! You got up because you learned something about the Demonic community!? Or is that just my buy-in, and you just scratch around the demonic society from the start and say you just scratched it!?

You can never forgive me for that!

Why the Baltic Noirs are rampant in red cloth. That's to imply that the red showed rulers as forbidden long ago, so they're selling fights only to their rulers.

And to pull the rulers out in front of themselves, they are rambling on to their peeves in the demonic kingdom.

That's what I thought...

If the rulers don't come out, they're just interested in their country?

So with a degree of convincing feeling, you're putting the demons in chaos?

As Bartonoir's so irresponsible says, anger creeps up.

But look at me like that, Baltic Noir, sighing with his shoulders down.

"Mr. Elnea. You're apparently making a mistake."

"What do you think I'm mistaken about?

"Ha. We certainly are comrades gathered where we think we are. But, hey, the purpose can be different."

I wonder what that means?

I was dragged into the Bartonoir story and I couldn't help myself.

Not only me, but everyone else and even Luga.

"My aim is to pull out the rulers of the Demons, as you infer. But the other comrades have a different purpose. If you're talking about this Luga, you've come to me for revenge. For Luga, I don't care about the demonic rulers. Anyway, I'm getting stronger and pushing on to my desire to take revenge"

"Oh no..."

"I'm selling fights to demonic rulers. That's for sure. For that purpose, it is vandalizing the kingdom of the devil tribe. That's right, too. But the other comrades are trying to get on with my actions and serve their purposes. If any of his comrades are looking to be the Demon King, they will be the Demon King."

Bartonoir says lightly, but that's already screwed up.

I mean, if anyone wants to be the Demon King, you can be the Demon King. If anyone wants to get busted, just get busted. If you want to strip the ruler of his fangs, you can fight with him.

At first glance, it also looks like he's trying to overthrow his rulers worried about the demonic society he's in, but it's actually just a more abusive story.

If, indeed, someone has become the Demon King. What a prolonged situation in which those who want to break out in the country will break out and those who want to build strength will defeat the strong, the country will just continue to be rough.

And whoever wants to break out will disturb those who seek to bring order, and whoever seeks power will eventually come to battle with the Demon King.

In the end, chaos, such as the first Baltic Noir ever wanted, will sweep into eternal and demonic society.

Bartonoir says, "That's good."

But I will never forgive you.

The way you involve many lives for your own purposes is wrong.

He uses not only the Demons, but even his companions, for his own selfish ends. And his companions, knowing so, gather to Baltic Noir and try to serve their purpose.

This is an enterprise that needs to be stopped.

We were recognized as deeply involved in the world and chosen to be immeasurable.

I take it personally that I was chosen not only because of the dragon and dragon tribes, but also because I bonded with the ear elders, the beasts, and the spirits.

I think Baltic Noir has been chosen with similar experience to ours in the past.

We were chosen, we gained the lives of immortals.

But just because you're chosen doesn't mean you can do anything.

Instead, I think we have to live our lives carefully as people who are deeply involved in the world.

Just as Old Sleighsta is. As Grandma Yuri, the elder of the Ear Elders, and Jabalayan, the prayerer of the Beast clan, do. And as Mr. Irie, who guards the dragon altar, does.

I think we have to be careful not to interfere excessively with those who normally live because they are deeply involved in the world.

Yet...

Bartonoir is trying to get into misfortune, involving many things for his own ends.

"Baltic noir. I'll say it again. Get your hands off the demonic society. Otherwise, we will stand before you! Until now, I thought sweetly that if my body were to get involved, I would have to deal with it. But not now. As your peers, Bartonoir, we must stop your outrage!

What does Bartonoir think of my proclamation?

He said he wouldn't interfere with us if he didn't interfere with what he did. On the contrary, he also said that he would not tie his hands.

But now that you've heard my rejection and my declaration of war, how does it work?

I stand guarded by the white sword and the wooden sword of the Spirit Tree and stare at the Baltic Noir.

Bartonoir, who receives without escaping my gaze, shrugged "Well."

"Then I have no choice. I'm for the future I want. You seem to have to cross swords for the world you want."

Say, Baltic noir with your left hand up front. Then in his hand appeared a long, fleshy sword with a wide sword width that fitted into his sheath.

It's a strange sword, like nothing I've ever seen.

The handles resemble the kind of curse that Crescio, the spellman, uses during rituals. The sculptures are hand-carved and several jewels are embedded. This is all I see, though, it kind of looks like a ritual tool.

The Baltic Noir gently unleashes its fleshy long sword.

The dewy body was as thick as a sheath, blue and sharp.

At that time, I was uncomfortable with the look that Baltic Noir gave me only for a moment.

I wonder why.

I don't want to be hostile to us. Baltic noir I was even supposed to say if we could hold hands...

Pulling out his long sword, he seemed just a little happy.

Did you really want to be hostile to me?

No, that can't be right.

If that's the case, the attitude Bartonoir has shown us so far is the opposite and wrong.

Doubts have passed, but that's a flash.

If we point our swordtips at each other, we won't be able to calm down anymore.

The expression of the floating Baltic Noir tightens.

The mouth, always with a loose grin, was tightly tied behind a black beard.

"Luga let me collect it. And you, Ernea. If you want to work with me, you can't do anything about it."

Mysterious texts surfaced golden on the blue body of a long sword in the hands of Bartonoir.

The next moment.

The figure of Bartonoir moves away from Luga and into mutual agreement.

And there was a blade of a long sword looming around my neck!