We Live in Dragon’s Peak

There is an inexperienced creep, like the forest itself emits only signs.

Slutton and Duranell were walking slowly as they carefully grazed.

"Shit. Where the hell are we? Where did the Listeers disappear?

"Guru. It's like I can't get a sign. I don't think they're anywhere near here."

Duranell hits on Slutton's monologue. But I can't read Duranell's will to Slutton.

The people and the ground dragons go through depressed forests as they check their foot.

Summer platter. Wipe the sweat that blows out like balls, sluttons with dirty hand tufts.

The hand-tuffed toy that got stuffed was probably originally a jacket.

Slutton grips a hand plush stained with blood seeping through it. He was, for some reason, almost naked.

"Son of a bitch, that bastard. Give me my clothes back!

"I guess I've just damaged your clothes in battle like nothing else."

Apparently, Slutton and Duranell are relative to someone else.

Seen, a balanced, muscular slatton body had suffered countless injuries.

Skin everywhere is bright red like burns, or rotten and purulent like after bathing in hot water in some places.

Duranell is also scratched with black scales.

"Hold on, where are we...?

How many times have you been whining about the same word, Duranell gets stunned and doesn't even respond.

Slutton, although badly damaged his clothes, did not seem to have lost his precious long sword.

Slash away the weeds and branches that hold back the way you go with a long sword and make your way.

Slutton leads the way, Duranell follows from behind.

Normally, Duranell, with a huge body, seems to be able to take the lead better than people.

Apparently, there's a division of roles.

Slutton alerts the front visually and the rear where Duranell becomes a blind spot.

Good collaboration.

Terrible dragon tribes and cunning warcraft are bouncing, dangerous woods.

In the shadows of the bushes, in the sky, if you do poorly, you can be accidentally attacked from the ground.

With Duranell, a ground dragon, better at his ability to detect danger than Slutton of the people, alerting the rear, they are slowly but surely moving forward.

But this place is still in the midst of harsh nature.

A place where terrible things can happen to those who were born and lived on the flat.

"Slutton, stop!

Duranell sounds his throat on alert.

Words are incomprehensible, but Slutton senses signs of vigilance emanating from Duranell, stopping his feet. And when I regain my long sword, I look around carefully.

Bird chirping. The sounds of the animals. The sound of the wind flowing through the woods.

Usually, it's natural music that's pleasant to the ears, but it's probably only felt by the creepy tinnitus in Slutton and Duranell.

"Shit..."

Slutton smalls his tongue.

Perhaps we have repeated similar experiences again and again before.

Invisible enemy. An accidental raid.

A few days have already passed, away from my fellow Listeers.

How many times have you felt and overcome the danger to your life by then?

If Slutton was alone, he might not have held his life forever.

"Duranell, let's move on. I think I'll be down the mountain in a little while."

"You just hope it's a land with signs of people"

Slutton pointing his spirit at Duranell's displayed vigilance. But I can't stay stuck forever.

Instinctively, I realize that I can't get out of this predicament without moving on.

Extremely slowly, let the movement resume.

I will not fail to be alert to my surroundings.

How many times have you breathed repeatedly to go one step further, that Slutton doesn't even know.

Slutton and Duranell were down the slopes of the mountains where the depressed grass trees forested.

Looking back east, you can see the rugged mountainous areas that run everywhere.

But I don't see any more steep cliffs or cliffs until Slutton turns his toes.

The forest looks deep and everywhere, but has no mountain skin. That alone may have seemed like a salvation to Slutton and Duranell.

But hope quickly turns to despair.

"Slutton!!

Duranell barked sharply.

"Whoa, whoa!

While Slutton screams like no other, he manages to deal with the terrible.

A slightly visible summer blue sky at the tip of the overlapping overhead branches.

Its midsummer sky is completely torn apart, and a dark darkness emerges.

"A life that seems unpleasant, Mitsu."

And the hands of a giant monster, stretched out of the darkness that cut the sky wide open.

It looks like a spider's hand. It falls for Slutton and Duranell.

Slutton and Duranell rush away.

Sounded loud, the supermassive spider's hand pierced the earth.

"Behold... Huh!?

"Gu Tu, Ko, is this......!?

Slutton and Duranell moving to the unlikely sight of spider hands descending from the sky.

However, the Lord of the Spider's Hand did not seem to care about such earthly conditions or anything else, and pulled his hand down to the ground back into darkness.

"Hey, you know what? You know what? See?"

Apparently, my thoughts have been paralyzed.

Speaking unspoken words, Slutton looked alternately at the empty ground and Duranell in the sky and hole.

"No. We can't go any further, can we?

Though a child dragon, there is Duranell with better intelligence than the people.

You instinctively perceived the danger to your life, or you try to go back the way you pulled your partner Slutton.

But Slutton seemed to think differently than Duranell.

"Nah, nah!

I don't know what you're talking about.

But I know you're defying Duranell trying to get back.

"Become!"

Slutton began to descend the slope again as he shook off Duranell's stop.

"The poor soul, Mitsuzu"

"Nahhhh!!

But once again, the sky cracks and spider legs descend.

Running Slutton and Duranell getting involved.

The spider's feet wear the ground and are pulled back into the sky.

"Nah!

"Hey, let it go."

Slutton pointing to the sky. Then he advanced again.

Duranell desperately stops. But Slutton moves on.

"A soul that doesn't even add up to my stomach."

"Nah!

Third time.

But now it was a little different than before.

Slutton doesn't run away.

Slutton screams as he waves his hands wide as he appeals to the sky for something.

There, super huge spider hands to be waved down relentlessly.

"Nah..."

"Slutton's, you idiot!

I couldn't stop there, I jumped out of the bush!

"Become!?

"What!?

Suddenly, Slutton and Duranell are stunned that I have emerged from a nearby bush.

Forget about the horrible spider hands that wave down from the sky.

But a super giant spider's hand never skewered Slutton, Duranell and me.

Ernea, you're not coming home.

"Hi Teru, hello. But you didn't come home, did you?

I greet the sky. [M]

Yes. It was Teru, a thousand-handed spider guarding the embargo, who was ripping the sky and waving her supermassive legs down.

And this is how Terru attacked Slutton and Duranell...

"Ahead is a forbidden territory. If you're not allowed, you can't go in."

With that said, Terru entrusted me with the rest and disappeared in the dark.

The sky will be as it was, and the clouds will flow.

"Huh?

"Slutton, you bit my amazing tongue, didn't you? Licking this will heal your wounds."

I will remove the viscous ointment from the small pot.

"Oh, thank God. But what is this?

Don't you want to know who the secret medicine is?

I laugh vaguely and apply a tiny pot of ointment all over Slutton's body. Then the wound heals while you look at it.

"Duranell, please don't move, okay?

Being late for me for a while. Mistral reveals himself from the bush. And I'm going to apply some pills to this one too.

"Absolutely. What were you doing?

The last time Mr. Sefina showed up, Slutton suddenly sat up like he was exhausted.

"Ha, you saved me...?

"We were all worried about you!

Especially with Crescio!

I have a lot to say, and I want to ask and ask questions. But that's good for later, right?

For starters, let's be glad Slutton and Duranell were safe.

I hugged Slutton and was happy to be safe. [M] Slutton was honestly relieved, without kidding either.

"Still, what's that? To Terru, are you really an idiot?

Even Sefina, who is questioning Slutton that way, smiles.

"Chi, it's not, Master Sefina. Duranell didn't seem to notice, but I figured it out right away. It's just a spider warcraft I saw in Ernea and Mistral's marriage rituals."

"Oh, that's why you were waving, isn't it?

"He bit my tongue all over and didn't speak properly. Yikes. You know what, you guys are the ones!?

Slutton drank deliciously when I handed him a bottle of water.

Apparently, you were injured, but you're doing fine.

"Yeah, sure. We..."

We were searching everywhere based on rumors that had spread among the Dragon clans living west of Dragon Peak.

Shortly afterwards, near the northern border, known as the Dragon's Graveyard east of the Ban, he sensed signs of that.

So, just in case, I approached him carefully and checked to see who he was.

'Cause I actually checked Slutton and Duranell with this eye, and I couldn't believe it.

I had it in the corner of my head as a very unlikely possibility, but I can't believe anyone who really went missing east of Dragon Peak is moving west in a matter of days.

You weren't observing Slutton and Duranell's behavior, were you?

Slutton fools me into saying, "If you found us, just join us."

I don't like your mouth, but I know this is his kind words of gratitude.

But, you know, sometimes I think I have to be honest with my mouth.

"Treat the benefactor of your life a little more politely"

Bhakon, and Slutton, slapped by Duranell's tail, was grinning badly at the one.

"Anyway, if you were able to discover it safely, let's go back. You can ask me what happened after that, right?

"Mistral's right. The crescio is so stunned. So I need to show you my cheerful face soon."

"Oh, wow."

The fact that I gave out Crescio's name tightens Slutton's look.

I'm sure Slutton was also worried about everyone's safety, as Crescio was worried about.

At my behest, Duranell enters the shadow of Slutton.

Confirming that and sending a signal to the sky, Revaria flew in.

"Whoa!

Riding on Revaria's back, me, Mistral and Mr. Sefina.

But I couldn't just get Slutton on board.

Slutton is grabbed unwillingly by Levaria and rises to the sky.

"Revaria, stop by the base village on the way. We have to report to the other collaborators and Lyla who are searching."

"Well, would you just have Slutton go home first?

"Wouldn't that be impossible? Without you, Levaria would be stubborn."

"I see!"

"Hmm, whatever you want."

"It's hurting, aren't you gripping too hard!?

Our grievances have apparently bounced back to Slutton.

Slutton, held in the ferocious hands of Leveria, had blued his face more than he had when he was wandering through Dragon Peak.