We Live in Dragon’s Peak

My neck is approaching with a complicated pattern.

I managed to avoid the relentless Baltic Noir blow from the beginning by leaping backwards.

"Now, don't tell me you can't identify my moves over this period, okay?

Baltic noir that lets you wave your long sword two or three times so you can provoke it.

A long sword of spell-like decoration, seen at the house of Crescio. On the blade, the elusive pattern floated in surprise.

After all, is that a tool for spells, and what is the technique used by Bartonoir derived from spells?

There are many techniques in the world that I don't know, so there are times when there is an unexpected danger that I would definitely try to do this.

But the weapon that Bartonoir would have in his hands still seemed similar to that of the curse.

"It's about you, this is how you got in, you mean you had a chance, right?

"... of course, you're right. So I want you to keep an eye on it."

"Ha, do you think it depends on how you guys work, Ernea?

"Is that true?

"And say?

I just showed you, the instant smile of Bartonoir, what was it? I want to know why. I'm sure that's where Baltic Noir's sincerity is hidden.

But Baltic Noir doesn't respond to these thoughts so easily.

So I look for the trigger.

"You said it yourself. I'm tired. If you're tired, you usually sit back, don't you? Yet you are doing the opposite. You think I can honestly believe a man like that?

"Right, maybe you're right. Then you should find out what's true and what's false in your own way."

Bartonoir said and wrapped up a short conversation, pointing the cutting edge of the long sword at me.

I also set up a white sword and a wooden sword of a spirit tree.

We got into the enemy stronghold, but we're still trying to gauge Bartonoir's sincerity.

But now is not the time to be exchanging words with Baltic Noir for a long time.

Me and Bartonoir facing each other with weapons in their hands.

It was Bartonoir who moved first.

We were going to be far enough away, but the next moment we bumped into each other's gaze, Bartonoir approached us from the side.

I play the slaughter of the Baltic Noir with a white sword and leave myself to the flowing motion to slap the wooden knife of the Spirit Tree.

Bartonoir dodges the line of lateral giraffes I rolled out of his upper body. As she returned beautifully to the rear, she got in shape with a firm foothold.

I make Bartonoir dance like a dragon sword dancer.

Light legs narrow the gap with Baltic Noir, releasing a striking attack.

Bartonoir meets only a few times with me.

But he's also the kind of man who's been chosen as a transcendent by diving through so many battlefields. It's not easy for me to get on this invitation.

A magnificent stream of kicks I unleashed quickly cleared my distance.

I'll kick the ground, too, trying to chase him.

If you give Bartonoir a time here, another attack like that moment of travel will come.

But I was supposed to jump, and Baltic Noir was supposed to run away.

In the next moment, Bartonoir packed his time with me and slaughtered me from the top.

"Ugh."

I can't stop, I run away with a spatial leap.

Again, if you give it a moment, it fits during Bartonoir's surgery.

And even at this moment, when I took evasive action on a spatial leap, I was embedded in Bartonoir's rolling moves.

Baltic noir instantly senses where I'm traveling.

Perhaps you've fought the Ear Elders before who use spatial leaps.

You must be predicting the distance and destination where you can make a spatial leap due to the power and slight habits of the surgeon.

Shortly after I fly, Baltic Noir's gaze flies in here.

Plus, it wasn't just the gaze that flew in.

Faster than I can get in shape.

Bartonoir jumped into time with a long sword that raised a complex pattern.

"What's up? What is the power of the Eight Dragon Kings?

Just like the last battle, I keep being flirted with by Bartonoir moves.

Again, this tactic of the Baltic Noir is very troublesome.

If I try to attack by packing a time from here, I turn to flee. At the end of the day, when the time opens, we will now turn to the offensive instantly and follow our surprises.

Approaching sword tip.

I responded to his question as I followed Bartonoir's movements with my eyes.

"Yeah, what do you think?

Say, twist yourself to avoid the Baltic Noir attack.

"Come on!"

It was Bartonoir who briefly leaked his breath shortly afterwards.

A dragon spear passed right beside me twisting myself.

Dragon Spear passes beside me at an auspicious speed and approaches Baltic Noir.

That's right, Bartonoir, too. Was it unexpected that the dragon spear flew at high speed from where it was blind spot in my body, jumping to the side with all his might to dodge it?

But there are a few dragon spears there too!

Alternatively, dragon art was gradually released to the surrounding area.

"What a twin to fight!

Seeing Ufiria and Nina holding hands behind me, Bartonoir pulls her face.

"This is how those twins fight!

"Right. So you're familiar with those twin indiscriminate fights and you can handle them?"

I'm not the only one.

The dragon spear had flown relentlessly to the battlefield where Luiseine and Luga would fight and where Mr. Sefina and Risen would bump into each other, plus where Mistral and Charlotte would fight to the death.

But inside me, everyone recognizes the messy dragon spears and other dragon tricks, and avoids them without a problem. On the contrary, he used it as an attack aimed at a turning point, as I did.

"Not yet, it's coming!

And I'll take this opportunity to move on to the attack, too.

With a spatial leap, poke behind the baltic noir.

Faster than Bartonoir reacted, he flashed the shadow in front of him with a white sword.

"Become!?

But now I'm surprised.

I should have slashed it, Bartonoir's back.

But it doesn't convey any feeling to the right hand with the white sword. On the contrary, the figure of Bartonoir, who should have been slashed, swayed like a pneumonia.

"Remnants!?

"No, you're the only one who thinks so, Elnea."

"Elnea!"

In advance, Mr. Ares, who was assimilating at the time he was on Revaria's back, issued a sharp warning inside me.

"Ugh!"

Bartonoir's voice was heard right out of his ear.

I activate a spatial leap aggressively. [M]

However, the reaction was slightly delayed.

Severe pain strikes my flank.

I don't have to look.

If the reaction had been delayed for just a few moments, I would have been skewered with a Baltic Noir sword.

Without time to disturb his breath, Baltic Noir grabs my destination and moves to chase him.

It was then.

The dragon art of Ufiria and Nina flies relentlessly to the battlefield where Bartonoir and I fight.

That suddenly accelerated the speed.

Dragon spears flying at terrible speeds.

Why did the dragon spear suddenly go faster?

I didn't have time to think about it, and the next moment Bartonoir popped into my nostalgia and slaughtered me.

"Huh!"

Receive Baltic Noir attacks with the Spirit Tree Wooden Knife. In a flowing motion, he releases the white sword into a sideburn.

And I saw it.

Dragon spears passing near me and Bartonoir were returning to their usual speed.

Well, that reminds me of Crescio's house.

I was taught all sorts of spell basics by Crescio.

What is a spell? How will it affect the target audience? Those affected also experienced what would happen.

Whether Bartonoir's moves are a spell or not, that can still be clearly determined.

But what you taught me then is not in vain.

Bartonoir, who hates to cross swords with me, once distanced. In the meantime, I took a big, deep breath.

It was dusty air dancing in ruins, but still enough to change the mood.

Even in the gap where I breathe deeply, Bartonoir moves without a scratch.

The battle had begun the moment you had a weapon and were pointing to kill, and even for a moment you would die more alert or showing a gap.

Bartonoir's eyes were shooting hard at me for a long time.

I hold onto such a baltic noir. [M] In doing so, consciousness spreads not only to the Baltic Noir, but to everything around us.

Baltic noir moves, just before that.

The world accelerates. Rather than, my senses become dull.

Everyone is fighting. A struggling mistral. Louiseine in a good fight. The twin princesses and Madeleine, one after the other. Mr. Sefina holding on tight, whilst at the other end of the fight.

Feel the signs of everyone by spreading their consciousness around them.

But for some reason, everyone moves at super speed.

"This is it!

I identified the moment when the world accelerated and activated the spatial leap.

In an instant, the scenery in your eyes changes.

I dared not step in time for the Baltic Noir, but flew somewhere completely irrelevant.

And see.

Baltic noir was jumping to where I stood just before.

At normal speed.

Not even instantaneous travel. Not an overspeed that goes unnoticed. Super top notch, I wouldn't mind, but still fast enough to react, Baltic Noir was jumping.

And use the spatial leap to react to me disappearing from front of you, stopping your legs.

Bartonoir instantly supplemented me as before.

But my stopped legs don't move.

Staring at me, Bartonoir raised the corner of his mouth slightly behind his black beard.

"Oh man, apparently they noticed you before you did the seeding, didn't they?

"Because I know a superior magician and he told me so many useful things!

I mean, I was taking Bartonoir's unleashed technique before I realized it.

Bartonoir does the trick on his opponent just before he moves.

It's a technique that slows down your senses or slows your consciousness.

In addition, by applying the technique of acceleration to yourself, you were reproducing momentary movements.

If you know what seeds are, you can't be scared anymore.

All you have to do is escape the scope of Bartonoir's surgery the moment you think it fits in during surgery.

The Bartonoir technique is so delicate that it does not cause the subject any surgery discomfort. But if it becomes an enemy, and this one increases consciousness or moves instantly and violently, the technique will be solved.

So, I can jump in to nostalgia, but not to a deadly blow.

No matter how I fit in during surgery, my instincts react violently to the danger to my life.

When I identified Bartonoir's moves, I took another big, deep breath.

I'm not going to let Bartonoir attack me like I just think. From now on, it's my time to fight back!

Then, then.

Mr. Sefina rolled at my feet, both unnecessarily and violently.

"... ugh"

But Mr. Sefina exhaled only one thing when he stood up with a method that didn't even make him feel fine dust about signs of being blown away.

Mr. Sefina shakes off the dust of his clothes in a well-dressed manner.

Turn your attention to Bartonoir and see how Mr. Sefina is doing.

Your clothes seem to hurt a lot, but you don't seem to have any noticeable trauma.

I'm worse off with a little stab in the flank.

"Mr. Elnea?

"What, Mr. Sefina?

"I only have one favor to ask you?

I don't know, I listen.

But Mr. Sefina didn't say anything more.

No, you didn't have to tell me.

It seems that Ares, who is fusing with me, read exactly what Sefina thought.

"Ha!

Sefina left me with her temper.

Then I shall return to my place.

Once again, I set up a white sword and a wooden sword of a spirit tree. [M]

A first-hand dragon sword dancer.

Spread your hands sideways and stretch your swords straight out.

Now it's your turn to taste my dragon sword dance!

Slowly at first. And be polite. From there, gradually increase speed and power, while starting to dance the dragon sword dance.

It doesn't matter if Baltic Noir is in time or not. The key is how rightly I can dance dragon swords.

The Baltic Noir makes me wary of changing the way I fight.

Baltic noir with a long sword in your hand, but I'm sure you're not the only one good at swordsmanship. Without a doubt, Baltic Noir should be changing his tactics as well.

But that's only a small problem now, too.

I dance dragon swords. [M]

When you feel the dragon pulse and draw strength, you let it diffuse on a vortex-wounding storm.

With my thoughts on it, the dragon air is spreading.

But not the same as usual.

Until now, my consciousness was spreading with dragon chi.

But not this time. Not from now on.

I found out.

What the world looks like.

The world I'm looking at isn't the only one.

The world Baltic Noir sees. The world we all see. The world the spirits see. The world the Spirit Tree is feeling.

A lot, like the world.

But it seems like a completely different dimension, and the world is actually one, isn't it?

So you shouldn't be obsessed with dragon chi.

I plunge my spirit deeply into the world so that I can rightly recognize all the worlds in one place.

Then, the world, which was a landscape full of dust and dust, transformed into a brightly colored scenery.