We Live in Dragon’s Peak

When I woke up early, even after my morning routine and finished breakfast, the sun still just let me peek into my face from the ridge of Dragon Peak.

Our mansion on the Forbidden Land is rising high to the east, so it seems that the sunrise is late.

Me and all of the Ear Elders are taken to the prayer hall by Louiseine in the late sunrise sun.

The supermassive mansion, which encloses two lakes, is also equipped with a small temple for priests to spend their days and a place of worship for the faithful.

That's a legendary carpenter.

Well, both Luiseine and Lady Madrine don't have much chance to work in the little temple because they're busy flying around with me.

Besides, since the body is full of unbelieving believers, it is the current situation that very few places of worship are used either.

Anyway.

Early in the morning, I can afford time and my heart.

The ear elders are also too early to start working in the mansion.

That's why we visited the prayer house to hear the Witch's thankful sermon.

Even so, it's a qualitative space with an altar and statue of a goddess in the back of a room with beautiful patterned marble floors.

... It's kind of weird to look at the marble floor and think it's qualitative. But this mansion is truly magnificent, and that's why it's not carpeted, and when I look at geometric sculptures and decorative floors with no paintings or conditioning, I feel like a quality.

When we lay a thoughtful rug on the marble floor so that our buttocks don't hurt, we sit down.

After waiting for us to settle down, Madeleine stood before the altar.

He has a splendid cane longer than his height to see where he brought it from.

On the tip of the cane was a large half-moon decoration, with star decorations made of yellow or blue gems hanging and shaking like ear decorations.

"Hey, Master Madeleine. What happened to that cane?

"Pfft. Well done. Listen to me. We have served you in the Great Temple of the Dragon King's Capital."

"What, you stole it!?

"Muki no. Elnea, what do you think of me? Look, this is what the faithful and priests who live in the capital of the Dragon King have given me."

Forget my joke penetration.

It was only for a short period of time, but those under the guidance of Madrine, who had their faces in the Great Temple of the Dragon King's Capital, gave way to their gratitude. And, Luiseine supplemented me.

"Ernea, Master Madeleine was begging the others to be the witch heads of the Dragon King's capital, right?

"Speaking of which, Mr. Meduria has been entrusted with the operation of the city, but the temple was untouched."

"Yes, it is important to manage and run the temple, whether it is a nation of people or a nation of demons"

"Is the witch-head of the Dragon King's capital absent? So, Madeleine called me."

It's usually noisy, Master Madeleine, but when I see you being admired and showing your leadership like this, it makes me think again that you're the leading witch-head in the country.

By the way, it goes without saying Ares is the one who received the scepter from Master Madrine and brought it here.

Isn't a mysterious space too convenient?

Madeleine coughs to block the conversation between me and Louiseine.

After all, if we put ourselves in a sacred place, Master Madeleine seems to be getting serious, too.

We correct our posture and listened to what Madeleine had told us.

That said, it's not a hard theory.

The story spinned by Master Madrine is a fairy tale of the creation of the world. It's about the most common goddess we hear as children.

And the moon symbolizes the goddess of creation, and the stars that shine in the night sky represent the various living beings who live in the world, Dear Madrine.

The moon represents the goddess. So the priests perform rituals all night long on full moon nights, right?

It could have been a bit of a burgeoning fairytale for those of the ear elders who had never touched the temple religion in their previous lives.

But since the Patriarch Priscia was quietly listening to Master Madrine in the front row, the ear elders were also listening seriously.

Priscia is not a devout believer just because she likes fairytales...

At the end of Master Madrine's theory, now the daily way of worship. That's what Luiseine will be teaching you in detail about bowing and worshipping.

Anyway, Priscia taught me how to behave properly. We need to fix this one by one.

When I had finished my long prayer, I left the prayer house with Madeleine and Louiseine, and the elders of the ears.

"It's time to pick up Oz."

"Speaking of which, Oz is supposed to be returning to the embargo one foot at a time, right?

Walking down the hallway, I speak to Mistral, who was visiting the prayer hall with me. Then Mistral lined up beside me and happily wrapped his arms around me.

The soft feel of the Mistral is transmitted to the arms.

The clean scent tickles my nasal cavity and makes me want to take a deep breath.

As I fought my troubles, I nodded to Mistral's question.

"Yeah, I think he's back, huh? Probably..."

"Hehe. Shall I go, then?

It makes me want to hold Mistral like this, but it's only morning now. When I contain my desires, I walk alongside Mistral. [M] And head outside your mansion.

By the way, the two witches and everyone else except Mistral are cleaning their own rooms in the morning as punishment for making a scene in the morning.

I have business to attend to!

"Well, shall we go? … so how do we get there"

"Hehe, fly with me?

"Mnh-mnh-mnh, let Niemia ride you!

"Nha."

"Huh!?

Damn, that's stupid!

When you realize, there's a little devil behind you who makes a small leap.

"Priscia, how do you clean your room?

"You know, Priscia's room is beautiful, right?

"Right. Lydiana was watching Priscia before she went to the Dragon King's Capital, so you cleaned her well."

I see, I'm convinced.

If it were in Priscia's mother's hands, little devil Priscia would also be an honest child.

I was alone with Mistral because of it.

Me and Mistral looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

"Well, why don't you ask Niemia?

"It's up to you"

Out in the outer garden, me, Mistral and Priscia jump on the back of the giant Niemia. Of course, Ares has manifested herself and is chatting quickly and pleasantly with Priscia.

When Neemia put us on board, she left the mansion and flew north.

Well.

Oz of the Fox Warcraft featuring a two-stranded tail, told a lie by Charlotte.

Oz followed me around as persistently as he could after the announcement.

And when I sent my father's union out of the Dragon King's capital, I put a little ruse into it.

What the hell happened to Oz?

That's...

"Arshahroo!

"Don't call me that with the feeling the kid's here to see you. Yikes!

"Yikes."

Niemia jumps into her nostalgia without hesitation, sweetening her mother, Mr. Ashel.

There, Mr. Ashel's tail attack strikes, cleverly targeting only me on Niemia's back.

When I jumped off Niemia in a hurry, I apologized to Ashel.

"Totally. That's a pleasant thing to do. You can always laugh."

"Mr. Ashel. People don't smile because they're happy. Happiness comes to those who smile!

"But only a dozen years of human ethnicity gave me the kind of mouth I found out."

"Yikes."

Preach to Mr. Ashel.

That's stupid, if it's supposed to be.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm still immature, and Mr. Ashel noticed something like what I understand hundreds of years ago.

"You're left-handed. But sometimes being sent words by others reminds me again"

"Right! Good morning, Grandpa."

"You've been doing well since morning."

"Good morning, Ong, Dear Ashel"

In the north of your mansion, there is a forest of dragon kings inhabited by spirits who have migrated from the dragon forest and all the ear elders who take care of it.

But in front of it. And a bit of a western spiritual mountain stop. The lakeside of a cool lake there. In the wide meadow through which the wind passed, there were Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel.

Not only Old Sleighsta, Mr. Ashel, but also a supermassive, ancient species of dragon tribe that can be seen from afar.

We rode to Niemia and visited the meadow where the two dragons were relieved.

Yes, to retrieve the child in question.

"... so, right? Mr. Ashel, where's Oz?

"There's no way you can keep a male close to me and be safe, is there?

"Oh, right!

Oz is also a male warcraft for once.

And I hate males, whether Mr. Ashel is a man, a beast or a dragon.

Only a limited number of males can approach Mr. Ashel, such as Old Sleighsta and myself.

But knowing that, I entrusted Oz to Mr. Ashel.

It was, a few days ago.

In the Great Square of the Dragon King's Capital.

"Arshahroo!

"Don't you dare come near me!

"Yikes!!

It wasn't me who screamed.

I followed you after me, Oz.

Oz screamed and fainted just because Mr. Ashel turned his gaze on him with a serious killing spirit.

Um, as expected.

"Hey, but as expected. I hate males, don't I?

"Yes, I know. But I need a favor..."

So I told Mr. Ashel that I was annoyed by Oz's relationship.

Including, of course, that it's a Charlotte prank.

Mr. Ashel listened to me like he was scared, but without blocking it.

And while we were crossing Dragon Peak for the sake of the Fathers' Union, I asked you to take Oz back to the Forbidden Land.

Yes, Mr. Ashel's permission to enter the embargo has been obtained in advance.

"Why me?

Mr. Ashel was unusually inclined to my suggestion.

"Yep. I think Oz is obsessed with the obsessive notion that he has to follow me around for anything. You know, once you break up with force majeure or something, you think you're gonna be released from the curse."

"It's an immature idea, but it makes sense."

I think Oz is blinded and blind when he gets a new announcement. But I can't get out of that darkness on my own. So, let's force you to break the curse, that is.

This kind of thing is surprisingly given up or lighter shoulders when you break down in a dimension where you can't reach your own power.

Oz has a simple personality, so I'm sure he'll be fine this way.

So I entrusted Oz to Mr. Ashel.

It's about Oz. There should be no return of consciousness to Mr. Ashel's power until he returns to the embargo.

That's what I was thinking...

"So, what about Oz?

"Eaten."

"Oh.... not!

Eating Oz won't add to your stomach.

Besides, I know that Ashel is really sweet.

You read my thoughts, Mr. Ashel, looking down at me with murderous eyes.

"Kuck. Don't get spotted."

"After all, this child is your grandfather's apprentice. They have similar personalities."

"Good for you, Elnea. I'm flattered."

"I wonder if you're being praised...?

"I'm not praising you."

"Ayagi!

pretend, and Mr. Ashel bites into Sleighsta's old tail.

Old Sleighsta moisturizes her eyes and releases a roar.

Then the animals that lived around them were surprised and confused.

"Don't make a scene, Ong"

"Wow, you're cold."

Mistral sighs taking care of old Sleighsta.

"Mmm, I found Oz!

"I found it."

"I found it. I found it."

It was the young girls who were exploring the meadows approximating such noisy adults.

Priscia is pointing to the end of the meadow.

I leave Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel and head to the one where Priscia points her finger.

Then there was Oz, indeed.

But the only thing there is Oz's neck...

"Oh, it's Oz. Poor thing..."

You're not dead, are you?

"Oh, it's true"

If I thought it was just my neck, it was different.

Oz was left unattended with his neck to bottom buried on the ground.

"It's noisy. I buried it there."

"I see!"

I'm sure, after returning to the embargo, Oz must have regained consciousness.

But I'm not here. Plus it's not just Mr. Ashel, it's even old Sleighsta.

So, didn't you scream?

And I think I lost my mind again.

Mr. Ashel buried such an oz with dragon art in a position away from himself.

So that nothing can be done until we recover it.

But I couldn't do anything, but I'm still unconscious.

"Okay, you're digging for Oz today."

"Yes!"

"Nha."

"Ugh."

Thus, we were supposed to dig not potatoes, but oz.