We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Damn it, wait!

"Hey, Slutton!

Slutton follows Mr. Alex and runs to the back of the fog.

Listeer also follows her partner into the fog.

"Thank you, Ernea. But we can't abandon Duranell."

As she disappeared into the thick fog, Listea looked back and bowed her head to me.

"Damn. If only I'd stayed stronger!

Too much remorse, stepping on the estate waste.

But doing that won't solve things.

I breathe heavily and deeply to quell my heart. [M]

"Series and Namy are asking how things are going from the outside to see if anything changes. Duranell will help us!

"Thank you, Mr. Elnea."

"I got it. Yikes!

Leaving Naymie with Celis, who was abruptly late for a change, I jumped into the fog.

Everything is white and I can't even confirm my stretched fingertips.

Strange thick fog.

In the first place, it's supposed to be midnight, but it's an anomaly at a time when your vision is white.

I proceed to the back of the fog, carefully exploring my invisible foot.

Yeah, I can't even see if the end I'm on my way is in the back or out.

Still, move on.

Explore the signs.

Due to the widespread abundance of ambiguous signs, I can't get an accurate picture of everyone's position.

I guess it's the signs of foggy monsters that fill this perimeter.

Explore the signs further, being aware of the signs of foggy monsters.

Then there are signs of people in the distance.

Run.

Shortly afterwards, the hustle and bustle reached my ear.

"Shit, smart"

"Ha!

Men's anger.

Dragon warriors.

Jump into the bustle.

Then the fog suddenly faded.

Vision slightly expands.

And I saw it.

Instead of the unforeseeable fog fading earlier, the human form shaped by the white jaws and the scenery where the warriors of the Dragon Nation are fighting.

"Whoa, whoa."

Strong warrior with naked upper body, wielding an iron stick.

The shadow of a sharp, heavy blow is foggy.

But scattered fog gradually gathers together again, forming the shape of man.

"Just the fog, I don't know what you mean."

Seems like the Dragon Warriors have plenty of room to say crap wasted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what about Duranell?

A dragon warrior answers my question while erasing the fog of the human form.

"Probably over there. Just be careful. God's husband is gone."

"Thanks!"

Let's leave this to the warriors.

I run in the direction indicated. [M]

Then he entered the thick fog without a moment, and his vision turned white.

Oh, and wave the wooden knife of the spirit tree.

Then the mist touching the wooden knife with the dragon air disappears.

But the surrounding fog creeps and fills in the blanks immediately.

True, this is inconclusive.

Pay or not, the thick fog fills the world without diminishing.

Do I really have the answer to pulling Duranell apart from this obnoxious monster?

But I can't imagine the Demon King lying on that occasion.

Even if you cheat or deceive people, you don't say anything to me or anyone who's been advised to go the wrong way, do you, that demon king?

So what the hell do I have?

Proceed to a world dominated by thick fog, paying unwrought for the fog in front of you.

Then, once again, he jumped to a spot where the fog had faded.

"Listeer, Slutton!

The next two people who were fighting the human-shaped fog were the ones who were supposed to have gone after Mr. Alex.

"Whoa, Elnea!

"Ernea, are you all right!?

"I'm safe..."

Well, I don't know what Listeer means by words.

I just ran through the fog. [M]

Even if a human mist was striking along the way, it could easily be paid off.

Even if you're not a dragon warrior, you're not a handy opponent.

Listeer and Slutton were also briefly slashing and lying to the left with their looming mannequins to the right.

And that's where I feel uncomfortable.

"Slutton, get naked again, what are you doing?

"You idiot, you're not naked because you like it."

"What?"

Because I'm not wearing anything about my upper body, and my lower body...

"Elnea, be careful. This demon is a monster that melts and eats us."

"Oh, my God!

Then Slutton didn't like it and get naked, he melted his clothes!

Even when you were wandering east of Dragon Peak, you were after the fog monster attacked you and melted your clothes.

I look back in panic. [M]

"Is that it?"

But my clothes didn't melt when I broke through the fog.

No, it's not just me. Look, Listea is also dressed properly.

Slutton is the only one who looks close to naked on this occasion.

"Damn it, Listaire. You're the only one who's cowardly."

"I don't know what else to do, I've been dealing with Lord Alex until earlier, and I don't have enough flaming curses to turn you around anymore."

Oh, you know what, I realize.

Listeer is slightly flaming all over her body. So the fog monster can't touch the listeer.

Conversely, slatton, which does not have the means to pay for the fog that fills its surroundings, is gradually dissolving.

And the reason why I or the two weapons are alive and well.

Perhaps the fog creature can't melt a powerful weapon.

I could see why Slutton, naked and discovered, owned only the long sword.

By the way, Teru only uses a little yarn for the clothes I wear.

Well, I can't dissolve it to the point of foggy monsters.

Nevertheless, staying in the fog for a long time may dissolve from the exposed skin.

Slutton had burn-like injuries because he was melted and eaten.

"You guys are cowardly!

"Fair enough, take it easy, Slutton. More than that, it's Duranell!

Hurry up, we have to rush to Duranell.

Otherwise, Mr. Alex could really seal every dulanel fog monster.

"Damn. I'm in the way."

Slutton waves a long sword.

The fog of the mannequin with its torso broken apart is misty.

But the next person will be born.

"Build a path. Slutton, Elnea, run!

The Red Lotus Flame is concentrated in the Holy Sword of Listeir.

And Listea waving down the flames with the temper.

The red lotus flame becomes a strip of bands and cleaves the thick fog.

In the thick fog, a path was made.

Me and Slutton, and Listeer running from the rear.

Like filling a cavity, there is fog.

Even Listea's flames cannot extinguish the widespread thick fog.

Three people running desperately.

A fog monster trying to stop us and prey on us.

But our feet were faster.

Duranell was there before the flames swept through the cavity.

However, with you losing yourself, peeling off your white eyes, and continuing to spew endless mist from your mouth and nose.

The fog does not remain around Duranell, but spreads thick into the world.

Because of this, the location where we arrived was relatively foggy and we could see beyond.

"Duranell!"

Duranell does not respond to Slutton's call either.

"How do I..."

I could rush to Duranell.

But I still haven't found the answer. [M]

"Where's Lord Alex?

Listeer looks around carefully.

Mr. Alex, who should have preceded him, is not here yet.

"We need to do something soon before that bastard gets here..."

Slutton's right, we have to do something about it.

But neither the respite of time nor room for thought was left to us.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but let me seal every dragon."

It was Mr. Alex who broke the fog and showed up.

"Damn!

"Let it be."

Slutton and Listeir set up the weapon.

The relative Mr. Alex has not even broken the hem of his clothes when he says he came out of the thick fog.

Of course, there was a divine sword and crystal-like treasure ball in his hand.

Crisis of absolute destiny.

Did the fog monster possessed by Duranell also detect the crisis, striking Mr. Alex with a shapeless fog?

"Exorcism, White Exorcism"

Mr. Alex uttered a powerful word.

The white fog moves away from Mr. Alex, like a stuck, frightened creature.

Alex stared at us with determined eyes, retreating from the foggy monster due to the divine power of the word.

"You can resist. But I can't turn my back on this responsibility"

If Mr. Alex had meant it from the beginning, Duranell and the fog monster could have been sealed in the present divine art.

But Mr. Alex dared to give us a chance to defy him.

It is at least a mercy to this one, and also an absolute sign of confidence that you will not lose no matter what obstacles stand in your way.

"If the fog creatures continue to prey on us like this and become more gigantic, not only small villages on the periphery of the Empire and on Dragon Peak, but also your capitals can be damaged. That's how much you understand, isn't it?

"I don't know about hatred and such a vague future. All I know is that we save Duranell and the future of your defeat!

Mr. Alex groans with a sigh of "stupidity" at Slutton's evil.

"Does the Dragon King share his opinion?"

"I..."

I understand what Mr. Alex said.

I can also understand Slutton's thoughts.

And he was saddened by my stupidity.

At a time like this, I can't believe I can't come up with the answers at heart.

I wonder what the hell the trials and experiences I've been through.

No matter how powerful the forbidden technique may be, it doesn't make sense that the precious things in front of you can't be protected.

You're supposed to have the answer, but it's too unusual not to be able to derive the right answer.

If in the end nothing can be done and the future cannot be saved, it is nothing but nothingness.

The demon king took something precious from me.

But the white sword will come back to me soon. I know you can give it back.

But now that we take Duranell from Slutton, we can't take it back.

Until then, there are no substitutes, and Slutton doesn't want that in the first place.

Then the choice I have to make...

"Mr. Alex, please step back. I'll see what I can do."

"Unfortunately, for the second time, words to that effect. And you have failed once."

Yes, I failed.

Even though Mr. Alex was given a respite of time and the Demon King was advised, he could not reach an answer.

So if we take a little longer, can we find the answer?

Honestly, I don't know that either.

That's all I can say.

"I don't accept sacrifice-producing solutions. If there's an answer somewhere I want, I'll try to grasp that answer for whatever it is. So, Mr. Alex. If you insist that Duranell seal all foggy creatures, I will make you hostile."

I'm sure I can't spare Mr. Alex.

If you're going to conflict, you're going to have to relate to everything I have to, or you're going to be late.

But nothing was gripped in my right hand.

Mr. Alex also turns his doubtful eyes to see if he is guessing about it.

"Well, do you think you can stop me with a wooden knife only? But it seems to me that you were wearing a pure white sword until you first broke up?

"Don't worry about me. Because I have other hands. Ares?"

Ares appeared in my call. [M]

Then, out of the mysterious space, take out the sword of one swing.

"It's...!

Breathtaking Mr. Alex.

A crooked, pitch-black sword.

I received the Soul Spirit Seat from Ares. [M]