We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Get your nails up, Mr. Astel, and you'll come at me. I resist in panic. [M]

He grabs his swinging arm and seals Mr. Astel's movement.

I see, it's really weak.

Mr. Astel is the highest ranking aristocrat in the Demonic clan, and normally, he is likely to exert his magic on his physical abilities and show terrible power.

My grasp of Astel's arm, and power, was that of a normal woman.

In the first place, the movement when it jumped was also a range of normal women's physical abilities.

"How do you do, Master Astel?"

"I'm a horse."

Tris, I can hold you from behind, Mr. Astel. Then Mr. Astel's anger turns to you this time, Tris.

"Master Astel, calm down. First, Ernea, let's hear your story."

"Now, Louis Lara would have spoken. This guy made my effort..."

"No, no, no, before I did anything, I think I saw the result at the time Mr. Astel harassed the Titan Demon King like that?

They made me hate my job. So I built the outhouse flashy and diverted it from the Devil King's hobby.

I'm sure he was going to harass you.

It's the demon king that goes on top of it, isn't it?

I'm sure that if it weren't for our visit, Lily would have been able to tell us an errand that wasn't just about renovating the outhouse.

Pussy and angry, Mr. Astel.

You look beautiful, but you feel like you're in the mood. This neighborhood may also resemble a whimsical cat.

"Can I have a moment? The Luilara and Ernea requirements were the main purpose of the visit. Near the Demon King, he said he was more concerned."

Listea laughs bitterly at noisy situations. Still, you seem to be a brave man around trying to go ahead and talk to yourself, don't you?

What are you talking about, dare not, sit down. And, for some reason, you, Tris, the lowest on this scene, urge us to take our seats on behalf of our masters.

I won't hesitate to sit down. And put Neemia on her sleeping on her lap.

I fell asleep. It's hard to be careful not to drop Neemia off your head, huh?

"Sham."

But Listeer was facing the Astels in a serious way.

And as I introduce myself as of late, I confirm to Astel himself what Charlotte said.

"... so the Holy Sword is broken"

Listeer who tells the story and shows Mr. Astel the holy sword that was on his hips.

Then Mr. Astel, who was listening to Listeir while making a scene, peered into the Holy Sword with interest.

"A legendary holy sword held by the brave men. Awesome."

Tris, too, stares at the Holy Sword with excitement. But when Listeir pulled the broken holy sword out of her sheath, it turned into a desperate look.

"Oh, my God. The legendary Holy Sword..."

From half the sword, the holy sword broken unbroken.

We know that the Demon King pointed out that it wasn't Alex who caused it.

But it still makes you sad when you see a broken holy sword.

Excited or sad, busy Mr. Tris. True to the contrary, Mr. Astel, who until just now was noisy, stared heavily at the Holy Sword and nodded as if he remembered something.

Shortly after we arrived at your mansion.

The legendary group of carpenters who rebuilt the mansion that blew up in an instant. Mr. Astel is the leader, isn't he?

Some of the legendary carpenters with unimaginable skills may be craftsmen who can rebuild the Holy Sword.

I'm sure Listeer expects that, too.

... By the way, where are the craftsmen other than Mr. Astel?

Exploring the signs, there were no signs of the supermassive mansion other than those gathered in this room.

But the next thing Astel showed us, we're going to lose our temper.

"That's the Holy Sword? Say stupid. It's just a spell sword. You saw it a long time ago. Oh, my God, that's the one my brothers had."

So, Mr. Astel with his hands.

It was the next moment.

A holy sword appeared in Mr. Astel's hand, which he was not supposed to hold anything.

"Oh, you're such an idiot"

"Said it was another holy sword to wave!?

Listeir compares the broken holy sword he holds to the holy sword that Mr. Astel holds.

Slutton also alternates between the two waves of holy sword, as in the search for mistakes.

"The Holy Sword is the Curse Sword!?

Only you, Tris, were stunned for a different reason.

But not if it's up to you, Tris.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Why, there's another swinging holy sword?

Or where did you take it from!?

Confused us. Next to it, he laughed joyfully that Louis Lara was coming.

"Hey, Luilara. Tell me. You know that, don't you?

I knew the Demons were extremely evil to be amused at how people bewildered. But without someone's explanation, I can't keep up with my understanding.

Luilala answered my question, laughing.

"Elnea, I told you on the way. The Duke of Cats is particularly famous among the Demons. And, Ernea, you seem to have been mistaken from start to finish. The Duke of Cats isn't a legendary carpenter, is he?

"Yeah, what do you mean!?

From what I've heard so far, I thought the Duke of Cats was the head of the legendary carpenter group. But that seems a mistake.

So who's the carpenter who built our mansion and the demon king's outhouse?

"Ha ha, to say the right answer. The Duke of Cats' special ability as an ancestral family is material creation."

"Hey, hey, hey!

I mean...

The legendary carpenter led by Astel didn't build the mansion or the outhouse.

Mr. Astel himself built it.

Yeah, no.

I didn't build it. I created it.

produced from nothing.

"Then also the Holy Sword..."

"If it's something I've seen or have as knowledge, they can make something approximate. It's convenient."

We're out of time.

I can't believe there's someone with a special ability to create matter.

And with the ability to create matter, you can easily replicate the "holy sword" whose identity is the spell sword.

"Tris, if you want one too, look"

Pomp, Pomp, and Astel trying to replicate many holy swords.

And every time the Holy Sword grows, I look at me and Listeir stunned and laugh with pleasure.

"When it's produced in mass, there's no difficulty..."

Slutton's getting spooked on the way.

But that slatton found the difference between real and fake.

"But look closely. There's a difference between the key jewels, isn't there?

At Slatton's point, we compare the Holy Sword held by Listeir to the Holy Sword mass produced by Mr. Astel.

Then I immediately understood the meaning of Slutton's point.

"Really, it's different, isn't it? Color flavor, or sign."

"Ernea, the reason for this seems to be the difference in the spell that is included. The treasure of the Holy Sword created by Lord Astel feels very weak."

"Ugh."

A brave man, but also a brilliant spellmaster, Listeir had accurately read the difference in curse engulfed in the treasure of the Holy Sword.

Then Astel himself responded to our question.

"What I created was that at the time I saw it hundreds of years ago. Thanks, I can't seem to create the guy right now. It's in the treasure balls, even the will, isn't it?

"And say?

"Master Astel's abilities tend to be misunderstood, but there are limitations, Mr. Elnea."

Hmm, we listen to you, Tris.

Or should I make it so easy to expose the secrets of the Great Demon Clan?

Yeah, he seems particularly famous among demons, so maybe he doesn't have to hide it.

"There are things Astel can't create. Something with vitality, something with strong thoughts."

"Thank you for all your thoughts on that treasure ball you have now. I can create a sword that looks the same with an equivalent curse, but that would be something else."

The treasures of the Holy Sword have been infused with curses by the brave men of history. At the same time, the thoughts of those who have inherited the Holy Sword were taken into account.

Astel said that even if the spell you put in can be imitated, you can't replicate it to your thoughts.

"That means. Elnea, you can't create that strange wooden knife that you have or that white sword that you don't possess right now."

I know the wooden knife of a spirit tree. Anyway, the spiritual tree itself is alive. But you can't even replicate the white sword?

Why not?

Well, I could've stroked my chest down knowing I couldn't replicate it.

"Good for you, the Holy Sword is the Holy Sword"

"Oh, yeah"

Pokopo thing, Mr. Astel keeps producing holy swords like harassment. And Listea and us dropping our shoulders disappointingly, but my heart broke shallow.

That and this, thanks to my prior teaching of the identity of the Holy Sword, right?

If, on this occasion, the Listeers were to know who the Holy Sword was, they might not have been able to recover.

"So, that's what that proximity meant. I mean, if it's okay with a replica created by this demon clan, then your journey is over, right?

Finally, we understand what Charlotte was saying.

Indeed, if Listeir is convinced, this is the end of the Sacred Sword Resurrection journey.

They look exactly the same, and the curse that's in the treasure balls, because the power that Armuard had at the time about three hundred years ago is enclosed.

Listea compares a broken holy sword to a mass-produced holy sword.

What are you gonna do? And watching over us.

Listeer then quickly and unexpectedly came up with the answer.

"No. My journey doesn't end here. I am sorry for those who await an early return, but I believe it is my mission to regain the Holy Sword, which is worthy of this present treasure."

"I thought you'd say that!

Listeer's eyes contained a strong will. Slutton was grinning, too, that was the Listener.

"If you want a sword worthy of that treasure, I will create it. So just go home."

But Listeer politely declined Mr. Astel's offer.

"No, I will refrain. I still think we should go see the East Mage."

"Well, I guess that's what you're destined to say, huh?

Perhaps this is the only certainty my partner Slatton understands: the Listeer of the Brave who inherited the Holy Sword.

About three hundred years ago, the Holy Sword given to me by the eastern sorcerer may need to go back to the producer over a long time.

Due to the destiny guided by the Holy Sword, Listeer and Slutton were trying to keep their eyes open and move on without choosing cheap options.

"Then go away."

Before Listeer and Slutton's determination, Mr. Astel waves firmly to get rid of him.

There, the mean grin was, of course, Luilara.

"Ha ha, their offer is now, isn't it? Your Majesty wants us to rebuild the outhouse."

"I don't like it. I don't want to go over there anymore. Mostly, I don't know what that means. Fish swimming in the sky, or the sky and the earth are different than normal in the first place"

"It's your fault, Ernea."

"It's you again"

"Uh-huh."

I'm sorry. But that's force majeure, right?

"I don't like it, I'll never go!

"Ha, I'm in trouble"

No, Luilara's grin doesn't look like she's in trouble.

I mean, I don't think you can escape the fate of being abducted by Lily, who's holding you back in the woods, even if you're wasted here?

Mr. Astel's a little pathetic, but you can't help it, can you? Because we are swayed on the palm of the giant demon king and Charlotte.

But still, Mr. Astel resists.

Then Luilala looked at me and smiled once again.

"I don't have a choice. Elnea, show that to the Duke of Cats. So, if the Duke of Cats isn't going to listen, can we just leave that here?

"Is that it?"

"Look, during this time, you rewarded them with that."

"Oh, that one."

I call Ares, as Luilara urges me. And he had one wielding pitch-black demon sword removed from the mysterious space.

"Yeah, hey, can I just leave this here?

"Roar."

"Nha!?

"Wow."

Then you, Tris, and Mr. Astel and Sherrier, who saw the pitch-black demon sword, "The Soul Spirit's Seat," turned their blatantly unpleasant faces at me with surprise.

"Why do you, the nobles of the people, have that sword!

And Sheliar stared sharply at me.