We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The place changed, and we were indulgent in the guest room at Demon King's Castle.

... No, me and my wives are the only ones who are lenient, and new families like Father's Union faces and Mr. Sefina and Master Madeleine still have a strong face.

Everyone in the Union of Fathers was completely rigid when they picked him up, even though he had a discerning face: the Demon King and Luirala.

Well, if you get your surroundings cemented by a bunch of inflexible demons, even Mr. Askles will get nervous.

So this is how we've traveled, with the unusual consideration of the Demons to ease some tension by the evening banquet, which was both welcoming and welcoming.

"So long, folks. Let's take a deep breath first to ease the tension, shall we? Yes, hi-ha-hoo! Hi-ha-hoo!

"Elnea, is that how you breathe when you give birth?

"Really!?

"Mr. Elnea, it's time to have a baby."

"Mr. Elnea, it's time to have a baby."

"No, no, don't let Yuffi and Nina lie!

Forget Ufiria and Nina, who are as lenient as home and mouth stupid things as usual.

After all, can't everyone in the Fathers Union be relieved of tension, or even make little physical moves?

There, Luiseine and Lyla distribute water around.

"Father, drink your water and calm down"

Your Majesty, it's water.

"Oh, oh...... Sorry."

Everyone in the Fathers Union gradually began to regain their complexion while they contained water in their mouths several times.

But there, I am stuck with the king who has restored his sanity.

"Elnea, you set us up!

"Elnea, how dare you conspire against us!

"Geez."

It seems that the two kings, with their audacious spirit, once calmed their minds, the rest adapted flexibly to the environment.

So, you breathe like some twin princess, and you come at me.

Though of magnificent age, I screamed when I was tightened up by thick, musculoskeletal arms.

"No, I had a hunch, didn't I? From around over Dragon Peak, somehow?

Hahaha, and with a dry laugh, Mr. Askles stares at me with his feathers tightened.

However, there is no sign that you can help me.

"I guess you planned it with half the fun, but if you were a normal person, you might have died of fear instead of losing your mind, wouldn't you? Reflect. Your Majesty, that's fine, do more!

Oh, boy, it's my father who sighs.

I can't believe my beloved son is in terrible sight, but he incites it instead of tolerating it!

He's a terrible father.

But there was someone more scared than my father.

"Oh, goddess. Please, Elnea, punish you."

Stop it. I'm scared because it's really going to fall on us right now, like the goddess' heavenly punishment!

Luiseine's father, who prays in front of the little statue of the goddess to see where he took it from, hasn't been sprinkled.

Louiseine, stop your own father!

I scream when the bitter old men mock me.

But still, someone who could help me didn't show up.

And.

It goes without saying that I was even more tangled up after this to Mr Sefina and Lady Madrine, who were late to regain their normal hearts.

"Master Demon King. This is a souvenir from us."

"Well, the liquor brewed in the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree? That's the Dragon King's father. I know very well."

Everyone in the Fathers' Union was somewhat relieved of tension in the welcome seat, thanks to the fact that they cleared up enough depression for me in the short time leading up to the evening.

Nevertheless, the movement is once again stiff in front of the high-ranking demons who live side by side.

The Demons gathered in the Great Hall that it would be used for the banquet hall are about 100 people.

The demons and we were sitting right on the carpet for some reason, saying it was a feast while we were eating.

Or rather than a table, there are no chairs.

Are you sure you want to start a banquet here? Is it also the front seat? And I'm not the only one who's wondering.

The kings were also bewildered, led near the Demon King to sit back.

And on behalf of my father, I handed the Souvenir to the Demon King first.

We're the ones who prepared that spirit tree!

It's the perfect thing for a demon king to be in a good mood, isn't it?

I want you to thank me.

By the way, why is my father greeting the Demon King on behalf of the Union of Fathers...

Because my father is the best, immune to the Demon King!

Because we're drinking friends.

The demons in the Great Hall are scared to just look at each other, but they've all been sweetened by their father's weird spiritual sensation that the Demon King would be fine.

Not only the two kings, but also Mr. Askles of the Dragon Nation, are nervous, but the father who handed the Souvenir to the Demon King is actually a big man, although it is a slightly drawn grin. And my son thought.

The Demon King, who was in a good mood because the spirit tree alcohol was a souvenir, sits his father next to him.

That's where the nearest Charlotte sits!

Dad, don't just sit there!

That's the father of a commoner representative.

I totally ignore the sequence of seats. I mean, I don't suppose you know anything about an upper-class decision like that, because of your identity or power.

I, too, have just heard of such a decision, and I don't know the details.

"They are guests. More to my side."

Encouraged by the demon king, the kings also travel in awe.

The demons, who were formerly in formation on the side of the Demon King, had silently given way to the place.

Hmm. You're just nervous to watch!

I don't know what will happen if I break the mood of the Demons even a little bit. That's what I'm afraid of, and it's fun.

"It's about them who observe their parents funny and strange without being nervous on this occasion. Don't get suspicious."

"No, I'm a fine man!

When I smiled and replied, a twitch arose from the demons gathered in the great hall.

"I didn't know I could speak lightly to His Majesty."

"I see, you mean a favorite"

"My lord, as always, has changed."

There seems to be no such thing as a narrow amount of flanks around the nostalgic Demon King.

Everyone looked at the wives and everyone in the fathers' union, not me, and said "they're funny people" in a favorable way.

And so I finally realize there that it's kind of rare for us as well as everyone in the Fathers Union.

"Is that it? Speaking of which, you don't see Charlotte or the four-armed demon general, do you?

"Oh, my God, Mr. Elnea. Now?"

Luilara laughs, sitting beside me, as a matter of course, with his wives taking their seats beneath the water.

"Yeah. I just noticed. 'Cause I can't really tell the difference between the demon faces."

"After all, Ernea, you're terrible against the Demons, aren't you? It's like a dog or a cat."

Well, that could have just been an exaggeration. But some demons can be distinguished by looking at it all the time, and you can be sure that some demons have difficulty recognizing individual differences.

Nevertheless, it was surprisingly distinctive to look again at the demons who sat back in the great hall.

And I find out that it's that personality that leads us all to sit on the carpet in the large hall where no desk or chair is located.

The Demons have normal "people" just like us.

But there are a lot of unusual people.

There are demons whose arms are winged by birds, or whose lower bodies look like spiders or insects, or that of the beast.

It's just that somewhere in my body still seems to be people around here.

No more. This is what fascination is about.

There are those who look creepy or demonic people who look hard to describe.

Not to mention, you can even see a haunted demon clan that doesn't have an entity.

And among such alien demons were those who could not sit in a chair, those who could not eat using dishes, and those who were too big or too small or difficult in furniture made to people's standards.

I see.

Anyone with any appearance can gather casually to dine or make a scene by draining tables and chairs and sitting straight in a large space.

My speculation seemed correct, and when it was decided who would sit around the Demon King, the servants would bring food and drinks and put them on the floor as a matter of course.

Neither were the demons sitting on the floor complaining about the plates and cups placed on the floor.

"Now, my rare guests. Let the Demons entertain those who have come a long way."

"Something about the sincerity of the Demons scares me!

The banquet began when I put my way into the Devil King's greeting.

"Come on, come on, come on"

Father pours spirit tree liquor into the cup of the Demon King.

Then the great hall suddenly began to shake.

I was wondering what it was.

From strong faces to beautiful men and beauties to demons like no face in the first place, they line up in front of their father.

Besides, take the order with us first.

At the beginning of the banquet, a demonic noise broke out.

Hit him, kick him, and the demons storm to get to the front of the line for one thing.

The federation of fathers, stripped of their liver, was surprised to peel their white eyes around the Demon King.

"You want to drink spirit tree liquor. Pour him in line. When it's gone, it's over."

The Demons also know how precious alcohol made from the Shizukuishi of the Spirit Tree is.

So, if you line up in front of your father, he'll pour it, and the Demons will make a scene trying to win anything.

The Demon King laughs when he sees a minister rampaging from the banquet.

But the fathers are going to faint to the power of the Demons.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh."

Here, Ares has manifested herself.

Priscia hasn't accompanied you on your summer man's journey.

I'm working with my mothers in the Forbidden Forest.... No, he wanted to come, but his mother stopped him, didn't she?

Ares took the addition of spirit tree alcohol from the mysterious space and gave it to me.

"Oh, there's one over here too!

Demons staring at me and Ares with murderous eyes.

No, no, I know if it's a plea or something, but what's a killer!?

"Yes, my lord. Oh, are you coming, Mr. Askles?

I avoid demonic advances in a spatial leap that might be aimed at my life. And when he appeared before the Union of Fathers, he handed everyone a liquor bottle containing spirit tree liquor.

Now, the Union of Fathers is targeted by the Demons.

"Hey, you there. Pour that on me!

"Whoa whoa whoa."

"You have to give it to me."

"Grunt."

"Your Majesty!? Your Majesty is physically ill. So don't do anything stupid."

"Geez."

The Demons push toward the two kings who have been brought liquor bottles.

The king of the kingdom of Armuad was unbroken down by a demon tribe more resilient than himself.

The demon clan also looms upon the king of the kingdom of Jortenitos. However, this one is stopped by Lyla and she manages to stay safe.

Your Majesty is in trouble.

Your Majesty is in trouble.

"Uffi, Nina. If that's what you think, why don't you help him?

True to the opposite of healthy Lyla, Ufiria and Nina drink alcohol with their father king in sight. And, of course, beside you is the figure of Master Madeleine.

Yes, that alcohol you're drinking is also the Shizuku of the Spirit Tree, isn't it?

By the way, whoever puts himself in the priesthood also attends this grand banquet. I checked, and you think it's okay to join us because it's a banquet seat that's welcoming us to ourselves, and it's not an official feast or event?

Louiseine's father was also relieved to get ink from the witch-headed Madeleine.

By the way, a mistral who complained about Ufiria and Nina, is the father okay?

Seeing it, the Demons were being flown to the right and to the left as if they were wood ends.

"Damn, dragon people."

I wonder if it's just around here.

I let Mr. Askles hold the bottle in his hand, too. We are kicking the impending demons without bitterness.

Well, even though you're making a scene, no weapons, because you're doing it without magic. I guess we're being modest on each other.

Still, the demons were wrapping their tongues around Mr. Askles, who did not take the Demons as his own.

Mm-hmm. That's a really lively banquet.

I also feel exhilarated from the start by the distractions I've never experienced before.

But the only place in the loud hall was where the rows were made neatly.

"Yes, gentlemen. Please line up properly. If you disturb the sum, you don't pour alcohol when the order comes, do you?

The demons in line wait for their turn without making a scene, as if they were adults as if they were cats they had borrowed.

Looks like there's a line of elegant people amongst the Demons who don't want to make a scene without darkness.

And it was Louiseine's father who was pouring alcohol into such a courteous demonic tribe.

Amazing!

Even in the demonic kingdom, priests who find themselves in temple religion are said to be sheltered. I can't believe you even treat clerics in other countries politely.

"That slave may be working in the castle of the Demon King. It would also be misplaced in the service. I don't think the clergyman can be crude with their eyes."

I am convinced by the words of the Demon King.

Or the demon king there!

Please put Ares on your lap and don't keep the spirit tree liquor to yourself, okay?

Exactly no reckless demon tribe seems to try to take alcohol away from the Demon King.

The Demon King watched the minister's noise in an upbeat mood as he poured alcohol on his father, who also sat next to him.

Dad also begins to have fun and dinner with the Demon King when the bottle he was holding is emptied.

"I think I'll have some food."

"Elnea, may I feed you?"

"Mr. Sefina, you've got a good position, haven't you?

"Hehe."

Soon Mr. Sefina, who occupies beside me, and I reach out to eat amicably.

Looking over, because of this, the food arranged by the suppliers had been hissed or messed up by the noise of the demons.

The luxury carpet is getting dirty.

But I decide to convince you forcefully that this is the rudeness of the Demons.

Because some of the dexterity and the beastly devils like men don't hesitate to put their mouth on the food that fell on the carpet.

Besides, the Demons seem to be evacuating their food from the beginning so that it's more food than alcohol.

Everyone in the Union of Fathers seems to enjoy the welcome of the Demonic Nation, even as they are overtaken by a feast of great power. … and interpret at will.

"Now, how many of you can stay sane until tomorrow?"

"I left the fathers to the Demon King and Luirala!

"Well, leave it to me. Let's have enough fun."

Two kings chill their liver to the demon king, who snorts and laughs at his throat.

But my father, who had alcohol in him, laughed happily when he was followed by the Demon King.

Whatever it is, this is the real deal for a man's journey!

I enjoyed the banquet, thinking about the future of the Union of Fathers.

... By the way, what happened to Charlotte and the four-armed Demon General after all?