We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Hey, you never ran away with anything wrapped around your tail!

"You agree with Lord Slatton on all this. With me and Alex, there's a certain amount of demons..."

Neemia is flying at high speeds through the mountains of the Heavenly Mountains, drawing on my intentions.

But on Niemia's back, Slutton and Luvent were questioning my actions.

Look, Tris, you're a little bit too, but it feels like you're getting motivated and depressed.

Ugh, I put one breath down and look back. And after I was convinced that there was no chaser or anything else, I spoke of the situation.

"Sure, if it were us, we could have fought. If we could all hang up, we might have been able to compete with that demon general called Barbia. But that place had to run away."

Tell Slutton that I should have been most worried then. [M]

"Barbia said. He said it was time to go on an expedition with His Majesty. I mean... I didn't even feel any signs of dust, but that means there's a good chance there was a demon king, Kushalilla, on that spot!

"Whew..."

He gets stuck with unexpected facts and Slutton goes out of line.

"Kushalila is special. I know because I confronted you last time. Not only does Kushalilla look good, but she can totally erase the signs. Maybe it was Kushalila's ability that we all didn't realize how close the demons were."

When an army of demons has invaded the kingdom of Armuad. Until I was heard in front of my eyes, I hadn't even been able to recognize the existence of Kushalillah the Demon.

This time again, if they had disappeared.

If we had fought there, it was possible that we would have fought not only Ghost General Barbia and the Demon Army, but also the Demon King himself.

Even Slutton, who is always capable of weather, can be as correct as his opponent's battle rating.

And Slutton himself should be so familiar with it that he doesn't like it.

the strength of the demon clan known as the Demon General and the power of the Demon King Kushalillah.

"Hey, you want to hear it? Who in this world can beat the Demon King? I'm telling you, I can't do this with a white sword, can I?

Even the Lower Demons and Intermediate Demons are proud that we have the strength not to take a pull.

But what about dealing with the advanced demons?

Not to mention if we can all try and win if we're relative to the famous Demon General.

And yet, what a question to be able to compete properly with the Demon King is only wild.

Just so we're clear, anyone called the Demon King is special.

It should also be noted that disputes over the Demon Throne continue to be wagered throughout the Demon Nation.

The strong strike the strong. And fighting isn't just a head-on battle. Sometimes they fall asleep, deceive, and steal each other's lives with their hands. Even the Supreme One who thus defeats all the mighty enemies and wins by many strongholds will not be given the seat of the Soul Spirit by the ruler of the Demonic Nation if he is judged ineligible.

That means that the demon king with the seat of the soul spirit has all that strength, right?

The demon king of the giant has the knowledge, the depth of nostalgia and the size of the vessel he deserves to be called the oldest demon tribe. Of course, the magic is broken, and I have no doubt that it has tremendous combat capability.

And Kushalillah, who made him fight the demon king of that giant on an equal footing, also has the strength to reign only as the demon king.

If you ask me if I can beat that demon king Kushalila, I will instantly say, "You will never win."

When he was briefed by me about the demon king Kushalilla, Luvent peeled off his white eyes and you, Tris, were also stunned.

Listeer seemed to realize the possibility of the Demon King's existence from the beginning, but was surprised that I had made a declaration of defeat without getting lost.

"Even you can't win..."

What a grunt.

What the hell does Listaire think of me?

I'm a normal person, aren't I?

"Nyan."

Whatever it was, Slutton and Luvent, who understood that that place was the right place to run, finally grows up.

When the silence came to the cold sky.

Will Luilala be safe once he leaves it to the rear?

Even Luirala missed us because she feared Kushalila's presence.

No one spoke directly, but everyone was worried about Luilara.

Even Luigara and incompatible Luvent are silently blinding themselves to the landscape of the Heavenly Mountains.

Though, it's kind of disgusting to be quiet in this face.

The air sinks more than normal when those who are unhappy are unhappy.

Yeah, well, if you say it's a big deal...

"Don't you forget about Non?"

"Ha!?

It was Oz the Warcraft who rode on my knees to protest, both with his two tails being the mundane "self-proclaimed Great Demon Clan".

"Wow, I haven't forgotten..."

"Why are you looking away there, sir?

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

I'll hold Oz and stroke his head, back and tail.

Never, I'm not paying attention because there's something backwards!

"Oh, yeah, Niemia. Will you keep flying along the mountain at low altitude?

"Looking for an eastern magician?

"Yeah, I didn't get any information in the last village, but if you search it without a scratch, maybe you'll find a clue."

The Heavenly Mountains, unlike the flatlands, had already finished their snow makeup.

Both the forested conifers and the rocky skin on the steep slopes are all white.

The white-dyed mountain skin everywhere appeared in our eyes as cold as it looked from above.

East magicians live in places like that, don't they? Then there might be a fire in the fireplace to keep warm, or smoke up there somewhere to cook.

Plus, if you were flying up altitude, the Demons might even find you from afar.

Everyone also switches their minds and stares at the signs of life that eastern mages may have left behind.

When I entered the state of meditation, I broadened my consciousness and embarked on a search for an eastern magician.

From the results, no eastern magicians were found.

Well, it's only my first day into the Heavenly Mountains. Let Niemia do her best tomorrow and keep searching.

So find the right place to keep out the cold wind and get into today's camp preparations.

That said, I almost procured my gear in the village at the foot, so much so that I would share my handheld preserved food and check my flaming Demon Crystal Stone reserves.

"Ugh, Niemia's warm!

"Slutton can't because Duranell's jealous."

"Give me a break! Sure, Duranell might be jealous, but he can't keep warm."

I also missed the cold gear.

But we have Neemia!

Even after landing, Niemia will remain large and we will be wrapped in long body hair.

The long-haired Niemia seems to be resistant to the cold, even in the climate of the Heavenly Mountains.

Conversely, Duranel, a mountain born in the kingdom of Yortenitos, seems to feel cold.

So jealous of Slutton's flimsy betrayal doesn't come out of the shadows.

"Yes, it's the potato of the evening. Eat well."

When I receive my potato rations from Ares, I hand them out to everyone.

I couldn't even get food and water instead of equipment because of the demons raiding me before I finished packing.

"Potatoes. Is there anything else?

"Slutton is selfish. And then there's sweets and fruits and..."

"You're asking me if I have any meat?

"Ares saves and eats, mostly because it's a snack system I eat with Priscia. Unfortunately, there's no meat."

If you're being selfish, you're forfeiting potatoes, right?

Before I said that, Slutton had finished eating his share of potatoes.

Oh, boy, he's a noisy man.

But you can be sure that this energetic weather in Slutton will soothe your mind at any time to a healthy existence.

Complain about your mouth badly, or say something stupid to make you laugh around.

Relaxing, I get worried and anxious about the Luilara I've left behind, but thanks to Slutton's constant noise, I was able to distract him a little.

"Still, it's hard."

Mr. Alex shrugged as he grabbed his potatoes.

"Right. We have to get away from the demonic chasers, and we have to find the eastern magicians. When that's over, I'm gonna have to find Micheira."

No way, you wouldn't have imagined Mr. Alex would be traveling like this either.

The holy sword was unluckily caught up in a broken cut, and all the way to the western end of the demonic ruling nations.

I can't believe the divine tribe that lived on the periphery of the divine empire traversed the world ruled by the demons. I'm sure no one would believe me if I went back to my homeland and told everyone?

"Well, wouldn't the Demons be fine if they were on Niemia? They don't have hands or feet over here in the sky, do they?

Slutton leaves it to others, and when I whine, Niemia puts in "I leave it to the other dragons".

"But I've been thinking."

Then, Tris, you expressed your doubts.

"The magicians of the East have been fighting the Demons in the Heavenly Mountains for hundreds of years, right? And I've always driven them away. So this time, the demons will be driven away by the magicians of the east, right?

"In that case, we're going to be driven off together, wandering around in a dragon."

"Ah, if you ask me!

From an eastern magician who doesn't know what's going on here, he might recognize us as enemies at the time we broke into the Heavenly Mountains.

Then it was time to talk to Niemia as she wrapped herself in her warm body hair about how to find an eastern magician and ask her for help.

"Let me tell you that their hard work is useless."

"Become!!

We stand up in a hurry, with weapons in our hands.

There were those who looked down on us from the rocks a little further away.

"No, silly......"

And we know who he is.

Not long ago, I just saw the look.

"Why did Ghost General Barbia..."

What happened to Luilara, who was supposed to have stopped me!?

In the first place, I can't believe I caught Niemia's footsteps flying at high speeds through the mountains and caught up with them lightly!

The ghosts in black appear out of the shadows of the rocks before us who are upset.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I said earlier that it was a useless worry for them. Because they're gonna die here, too."

to, and Barbia grinned brutally.