We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hardly."

"All right, Oz. You were scared, weren't you?

"No, no! I'm sad that you fooled me!

"I'm not cheating on anything, am I?

Oz, who dug it up, soon regained consciousness. But how scary I've been to my eyes, I've been crying with my pretty forelegs stroking my face since earlier.

Priscia's rubbing Oz's back for you. But that just looks more like a breeze giving you a pretty animal than a comfort.

"Nyan."

"Hiya."

Neemia, who read my mind, rang to agree. Then Oz trembles.

Apparently, Niemia, who resembles Mr. Ashel's appearance, has also gotten scared.

"Was the rough therapy over?

"Sounds like it. I'm sorry, Oz. But the truth is, Neemia and Mr. Ashel, they're cute and sweet, aren't they?

"Don't include me there."

Mr. Ashel stares from afar.

Even if you're covering your face with your front leg, Mr. Ashel's killing spirit reaches this far. Bitter and frightened, Oz tries to go back into the hole himself. Priscia held it back.

"I'm in trouble. If you want to act with me, I need you to be closer to Terru, a thousand-handed spider, who's scarier than Mr. Ashel or Grandpa...?

"Let it be, a thousand hand spider!?

"Yes, yes. You live at the foot of the spiritual mountain you see over there, don't you?

"Piggy!

Oz slipped out of Priscia's arms and fled to the woods at first sight.

"Mm-hmm. Can I go after him?

"Yun Yun, Lin Lin. Priscia, please?

"Leave it to me."

"You don't have a choice."

"Nyan's coming too."

As if she were a child going to visit her neighborhood, Priscia joyfully rushes to the woods where Oz ran away.

"Cheerful and good"

"Right!

Old Sleighsta was watching us interact.

Old Sleighsta, seen outside the moss square, is kind of fresh. The scales in the sun shine beautifully. The wind rushing through the meadows rocks the pink black body hair.

"Since when have we left beside the Spirit Tree and thus relaxed and forgiven"

"Maybe, except when you were on an expedition to the kingdom of Yortenitos, it's been two thousand years or so?

"Maybe."

"Wow, that's amazing!

It was an unexpected development, but for Old Sleighsta, a vacation under the embargo seemed invaluable.

But it's time for me to go back.

"I'm worried about Lily."

The pricias who ran away can't see them disappearing into the back of the woods anymore. So, I'm going back to old Sleighsta.

You're as big as a mountain.

I looked up to old Sleighsta.

"Lily? Hmm, let's not have a problem. I get daily reports."

"It's telepathic, isn't it?

"With a specific person, it is possible"

"Does it go well with Lily?

Mistrals can communicate under limited conditions, right?

Nice, I envy you.

"It takes. You will all be connected."

"That's right. Weng and you always have conversations with your mind and words, and when you hear it from the side (solder), it doesn't make sense, does it?

"Ugh..."

Did you finish taking care of old Sleighsta, and now Mistral, who was fixing Mr. Ashel's hair, was dropping his shoulder?

"Hmm. There's no need to listen to male conversations. Their ears will rot."

Mr. Ashel was remiss in pulling in the killer until just now that there were no more signs of Oz and whether he felt better about fixing Mistral's hair.

"Mr. Ashel really hates males"

"Don't say the obvious again."

Hmm, and Mr. Ashel sniffing.

But even though I said I didn't like it, I still think Ashel, who takes care of me and takes care of me, is sweet.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I screamed and hid in the shadow of old Sleighsta.

"If you hide there, you will be attacked by me?

"Grandpa, it's your fault, isn't it?

From by the side I'm saying, Mr. Ashel's tail can be struck by old Bushiba Shin Sleighsta.

"Oh man. I don't even have time to relax and rest"

Say it, Sleighsta. Old man spread his giant wings gently.

"Grandpa, can I ride?

"You will not shy away from me."

"Yay!

With a spatial leap, I move over Old Sleighsta's head.

Old Sleighsta, with me on board, slowly started winging.

Fluffiness, and flotation wrap the whole body.

That's strange.

Even though he's not busy winging like a bird, Sleighsta's old giant softly rises off the earth like a feather.

Neither the meadow grasshoppers nor Mr. Ashel's beautiful body hair will be disturbed by Sleighsta's old feathers. Still, Old Sleighsta gets up to altitude with a grunt.

"Nyah!

"You're reacting fast!

Then Neemia, who grew up from behind the woods, flew in.

Of course, I have Priscia on my back.

And there's no sign of Oz.

Oz and Sleighsta old. When you put it on the scale, you're overwhelmingly old Sleighsta!

"You want to ride Priscia, too?

"The Row"

"Knock it off. I can't say no to the Spirit of the Spirit Tree."

The truth is, you're totally unwilling to say no, but Old Sleighsta stands up for Ares.

Even far from the Spirit Tree, I knew Old Sleighsta was a guardian dragon.

Me and Priscia and Ares. And with Neemia back in her little figure, Old Sleighsta gets even more advanced.

Beyond the summit of the Spiritual Mountain, the ban can be seen far away.

The toddlers make a noise that looks like they're having a good time coming to the spectacular scenery.

Once again, I turned my attention to the vast nature of the forbidden territories.

"Hey, Grandpa"

"Hmm?"

"It's time to go back to the Dragon Forest, isn't it?

"You're left-handed. The formal generation shift with Lily is a little further."

"Right..."

"What do you think it looks like?

"Yeah, yeah, it's..."

The summit of the Spiritual Mountain is an enclave.

From here, rising high above the sky, we could see firmly to the shallow lake that stretched over the mountain tops.

"Speaking of which, you didn't make a good report to your grandfather."

Priscia and the others ran from Old Sleighsta's head to his torso in the name of running.

I'll drop it off and tell Old Sleighsta about the backdrop with Bartonoir. [M]

Old Sleighsta listened to me all the time without pinching a word.

"... so is the prohibition. I thought it was time to look ahead. [M] We have the final address."

If you look east, you can also confirm the presence of a large mansion in front of the deep Dragon Peak.

Old Sleighsta was also slowly flying through the sky so as to enjoy the view of the Forbidden Territory.

"Hmm. You seem to live a life of turbulence as always. Those problems would have been a little older in the spirit if it had been normal."

"It's weird. I'm supposed to be old enough for my mental age and my appearance!?

It takes, and Old Sleighsta laughs delightfully.

"Sometimes experience reaches the realm of reflection, even when the mind and appearance are young. Thy thoughts shall be so."

As Mistral says, if anyone else hears about me and old Sleighsta having a conversation with my heart and words, I guess it's definitely unintelligible.

But me and old Sleighsta are definitely communicating.

"Let's be good. I will help you, too. Though it will be some time away."

"Yay!

"But there are also a thousand handed spiders here. Do I have to talk to you before I go out?

"Yes. I'll talk to Terru, too."

I spoke of the upside of the commotion in which Bartonoir was involved.

From there, what did I ask of Old Sleighsta?

Can you see that's going to be a little later?

Anyway, I have to talk to everyone, and more importantly, because I'm not ready yet.

Rin. And the spirit tree inserted in his right hip seemed to resonate with pleasure.

"Now let's face the problem you are most anxious about."

"... you mean the ban?

The consultation with Old Sleighsta awaits the next development.

If so, all that remains is a matter of prohibition.

Even though I was unconscious, I used a ban. [M]

And there is a man in this world who gives his gaze to the forbidden arts.

That's right.

Um, it's a witch.

"What happens to me?

About one night.

An evil dragon who had trespassed illegally into the embargo was instantly killed by a witch.

I'm sure old Sleighsta, but if it's in the hands of a witch, she'll be knocked down with dismay!

"Oh, boy. What do you want from me?

"I'm sorry. I'm just kidding"

As much as I can think of a joke, I can afford it. It's not that.

I'm sure the banning problem isn't such a mild one that you can be optimistic because you've revealed it to Old Sleighsta. But that's why, as usual, we have to face each other with our normal minds.

"It's a good mindset. Thy spirit shall not be turned into a fine charge, even young. I'm happy to be involved in your growth."

Old Sleighsta looks down at the embargo with his golden eyes.

"I used to turn my wings on this land. I was still immature at that time. And often scolded by witches and masters."

"Old Sleighsta had those days, didn't he?"

"Dear Left, I'm not the only one. All grow, repeating their mistakes and failures. Neither do you."

I feel like I'm failing all the time.

Every disturbance, breaking or annoying something.

But Old Sleighsta called me a good man. Then I'm moving forward, too, right?

"From now on, you will go a long way in life. That would sometimes hit insurmountable walls and paths that required detours and turns back. When it comes to discipline, you've touched the prohibition."

"Yes. What am I supposed to do?

The fact that you've touched the ban cannot be overridden.

So am I still going to be hostile to witches? [M]

If you do, you will also conflict with Arda, the witch's apprentice?

Ah, when that happens, there's a chance that I won't be able to keep my promise to Mr. Arda.

I don't like the way Arda takes care of me and turns out to avenge my gratitude.

"Kuck. Trouble is endless."

Old Sleighsta laughs joyfully despite reading my anxiety.

"Grandpa, I'm serious, right?

"I know. Then let me relieve your troubles."

How the hell did you do that?

Leaning his neck at me, Old Sleighsta laughed and showed his back.

I look back as I am pointed out.

Shimmering, fluorescent light, stardust blinking brilliance was beginning to rumble on Old Sleighsta's head.

My chest beats violently. [M]

Not Oz, but nervousness makes my whole body stiff.

"It is desirable to resolve the problem sooner rather than later. So I let my witch know."

"Huh!!

Witches don't know where in the world they are.

When will such a man find out about me who touched the ban?

Hear it with rumors of the wind. It spreads in the traveler's public discourse. Animals and spirits speak. Either way, one day it will reach the witch's ear as well.

But I can't believe Old Sleighsta told you directly with heart surgery!

The grain of light increases in density at the end of my gaze because of nervousness.

And after a luminescence similar to the glow of a pale full moon.

A long woman emerged, completely wrapped around her body in a pure white coat with a headscarf.

White man.

Namely, witch.

The witch stares at me quietly from behind her headscarf.

I can't do anything but stand back. [M]

Why did Old Sleighsta report directly to the witch?

That, as I just put it.

To solve my problems quickly. [M]

But what solution is that!?

Painful punishment?

Torture of despair?

Do you make amends with death?

Old Sleighsta is usually a favorite and broad-minded person. But the rigour is also well matched.

No one forgives those who disturb the peace of the dragon forest.

Even if it were me or Mistral, if you did something that damaged the forest or the spiritual tree, you'd be eliminated without question.

So, what do you say this time?

In response to an old Sleighsta report, the witch has been transferring without setting aside.

You must not touch the prohibition. Yes, it was old Sleighsta who advised me.

Am I going to be severely punished for breaking that advice?

Punish sin.

I know about that, too.

But I just don't like to be killed leaving everyone here and leaving my plan for the rest of my life!

I am prepared to be severely punished.

But there are things I don't want to lose.

This is selfish, isn't it?

The witch kept staring at me quietly, knowing my heart or not.

Old Sleighsta, too, is silent.

My whole body was stiff and I couldn't move, but only my thoughts and heartbeat were moving violently.

What kind of punishment am I going to take?

I was staring back at the witch, too, unknowingly.

With a headscarf worn in the depths of his eyes, he can't see the witch's expression.

A witch taller than me, than Mistral.

From my sight looking up, I could only see silver hair overflowing from my thin lips to the tip of my lower jaw and from my headscarf.

Silence ensues.

Doing so drew near signs that the Priscians would come running back through Old Sleighsta's long neck to see how far they had rushed.

"Overlapping the World, Prohibition"

Then the witch accidentally opened her mouth.

Clear but warm voices, like the cold side the moon shows.

But this is the voice of the witch.

It's not cold, I've exchanged words a few times, voices I'm used to hearing. But right now, I had a cold sensation that just froze my soul.

The witch stretches her arms softly.

White hands peek like snow from the sleeves of a pure white coat.

I tremble.

The witches are willing to end my punishment before the Priscians come back here.

Slowly, the witch's hand approaches me.

I can't resist, I just follow the witch's movements with my eyes.

"... I don't really want you to use it."

The hand the witch stretched out touched me.

On my head.

All my consciousness concentrates on the head the witch touched.

"Prohibition sometimes disrupts the world as well as itself. Yume, don't forget about it."

"Yes..."

Bartonoir has bankrupted his life precisely by the ban.

I, too, have come into contact with the prohibition, and this is how my life is going to be in crisis.

But from the hands of the witch who touched my head, there was no terrible technique or painful corporal punishment coming down.

"Mm-hmm, customers?

Then, while I was doing that, the Priscians came back.

"Yep..."

I look at the pricias like they're in trouble with the witch's hands on my head.

I have no choice but to be punished.

But I absolutely don't like the way the Priscia and the others get involved.

I don't know what to do.

I don't care what my problem is, the young girl who becomes friends with anyone pulls the witch's coat with no vigilance.

"Hey, let's play?

Hehe, and the witch's lips peeking in the back of her headscarf looked like she smiled.

"The disciples of the Lord still seem to carry on the influence of the Lord"

"It will be natural, Ernea is a proud apprentice"

When the witch took her hand off me, she tried to hold Priscia.

Pleasantly pleased, Priscia.

And old Sleighsta, voiced by the witch, was glad to be praised, too, chuckles throat.

The return of Priscia and the others made the air on the field kind of suddenly light.

What has been my nervousness so far? So much so that it seems so, it changes the rush and the air.

And while the witch abandoned Priscia, she began to disturb the same grain of light she had when she had metastasized.

"Yeah, yeah... What's the punishment for using the ban on me?

I'll ask the witch who keeps Priscia with me.

Then the witch left a word for me before she disappeared.

"I don't think they need it."

"What!?

Why do I not need punishment? [M] Before listening back to it, the witch left behind a grain of light rambling and disappeared.

"I guess that means you missed it"

"Is that because I was your grandfather's apprentice?

"No. Because you were truthful."

I wonder what the witch thought in the wake of old Sleighsta's report.

What were you thinking in front of me?

Not really, I can't measure a witch. [M]

"Have you met a witch several times before using the forbidden technique? That must have read you from around there. And when I saw thee unchanged, I forgive thee."

"... hmm. Is that all I'm really allowed to do? In the first place, what do you mean, banned?

"Hmm. I just told you not to touch me. I seem to be responsible too. All right, let's just say we're going to teach you that in the future."

"Good day, Benki."

"Yes! Keep it up."

"Nah, you're gonna study Priscia too!

"That's a word I don't trust."

"I wonder if it's true?

Old Sleighsta will always be my master.

And to Priscia, who replied well after me, Yun Yun and Lin Lin are skeptical.

The witch forgave me. I sat out of my mind and over Old Sleighsta's head.

That I was too ignorant. that the prohibition was activated in unintentional form. That he was an old Sleighsta apprentice. That I had seen the witch several times. And because you were honest?

I'm sure I was forgiven for all the elements involved.

Witches aren't tough people, either, are they?

I know the kind side you were showing Arda.

Nevertheless, just because you've been missed this time doesn't necessarily mean you'll forgive me next time.

I need to learn the right thing from Old Sleighsta and never use the ban again. [M]

The view of the Forbidden Embargo, overlooking with a clear mind of troubles, looked brighter than usual.