We Live in Dragon’s Peak

"Ghaaaaah!

"Hurray!"

Everyone was screaming.

Screaming, I desperately grab Listeer's clothes and get fit not to be pulled apart.

A pure white avalanche covering the white world strikes us abruptly.

Listeer intercepts with maximum flame in an attempt to melt the massive amount of snow associated with the avalanche.

"Ahhhhh!

"Whoa, whoa!

In front of its overwhelming natural fierceness, it would be a brave man, but a dragon king, but only a tiny being.

We shouted and sincerely hoped to survive.

Oh, please, may everyone survive the avalanche safely!

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Just now, it's Slutton.

"Uhhhh!

You, too, Tris, are holding onto Listea with all your might, screaming no less than Slutton.

"Ahhhhhhh..."

Really, annoying!... is that it?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh... ahhh?

Slutton, whose throat was screaming all ripped out, also apparently noticed an anomaly.

That's right.

I'm just screaming, but the situation hasn't always changed.

We got caught in an avalanche... Yeah, aren't you involved?

"Ahhh...... Oh, huh?

We all gathered to receive the protection of Listeir's flames.

And then, screaming, I set myself up in an avalanche that hit me.

That's definitely it.

But...

Afraid, we'll look around and see what's going on.

Why doesn't an avalanche crush us, whether we scream or not?

Underfoot, it was snowing.

Due to a dispute with the Demons, there are footprints everywhere.

Is that it?

But you don't see the demons you're supposed to have defeated?

No, now it's better than that...

We're all in line, looking up at the slopes.

And we were all out of time.

Hey, hey, hey!

The avalanche that was about to swallow us was definitely looming.

But we won't be caught in an avalanche for long.

Because.

Shortly before he swallowed us, an avalanche of fierce momentum had stopped as if time had stopped.

"What the hell...?

Listeer leaks her voice, as she finally squeezes it out of her throat.

This is not Listeer's fault that Listeer tried to protect us with the protection of the flames.

So who the hell shut down the avalanche and saved us?

The answer was behind it.

"Well, the treasure balls..."

With our voices, we look back.

Then there was the figure of Ghost General Barbia.

However, there was no impending force, like when I was fighting Mr. Alex, and he stood on the snow with a presence like a puppet doll.

"Ahem? You think the demon general who worked on the border knew the Holy Sword?

Surprising slatton.

But one of the few questions I had from the beginning caught my mind.

"Why are you taking that treasure...?

Barbia didn't care about this confused look or anything, but stared at the treasure balls embedded in the broken holy sword, yeah, the holy sword's bamboo.

"That was a long time ago..."

And whine unilaterally meaningful words.

"Well, you two..."

The expression of Listeir and Slutton tens strongly to the words of Barbia.

"Why, you say that!?

"Dude, what the hell do you know!?

The legend of the Holy Sword begins retroactively (retroactively) about three hundred years ago.

Two brothers, Armuad and Yortenitos. In time, the curse sword given to him by an eastern magician who lives in the Heavenly Mountains began by his brother, Armuard.

But why did Barbia the Demon react?

I was grasping the end of the answer by losing consciousness and concentrating.

"I'm telling you, the identity of the eastern magician was the demon general of the ghosts, what a relief to fall, eh?

Slutton stares at Barbia with an overtly unpleasant look on his face.

But Slutton's derived answer is a big mistake.

"No way...... No, but... Is that possible...?

Unlike Slutton, apparently Listeer is also about to grasp the unusual situation of the time stoppage of this avalanche and the truth hidden in the profound words of Barbia.

Though, it still seems half-hearted.

Well, that's right.

The natural phenomenon of an avalanche stopping right before it swallows us is impossible if it is normal.

By nature, natural phenomena are caused by the principles of nature. So, the phenomenon of not dissolving in the heat of the flames, not wiping them out by the violent winds, but only the avalanche stopping like it was out of the concept of time, never occurs within nature's cooking.

But to this extent, from my knowledge, it's acceptable.

Anyway, I've known the Great Demons who dyed the sky golden, or I've transformed the world itself with a ban myself.

So instead of Listaire confused by her derived answers, I said the answers.

"Are you... You're an eastern magician, aren't you?

What, Slutton screams.

Tris, too, was stunned to believe it.

"After all, the Demons...?

You can never believe it, Slutton, who stares at me negatively.

But don't worry. Your answer is wrong. [M]

"I don't know what kind of technique it is. We were in illusion, weren't we?

Balbia stares back silently at my words.

Yeah, no.

That looks like Barbia, an illusion!

"From the beginning, I thought it was odd. Why did Barbia catch up to us? [M] If that's all, then there's still no way the demon clan of my men can emerge infinitely!

I realized that this unusual situation would never be possible if I thought a little calmly.

Even though Kushalilla the Demon King is not old Sleighsta, an ancient species of dragon with immeasurable power, there is no way he can use the technique of large-scale metastasis.

Besides, if you were capable of putting in as much force as you need next time without transferring the Demons into one piece, you wouldn't have done anything reckless to cross Dragon Peak in a grand army on purpose when raiding the Armuad Kingdom.

But if this is a trick, I can explain it.

Why was it so easy to locate us in Barbia? Why, you could have swung off Luirala's foothold and raided in a short time. Why was it possible to emerge infinitely the demonic clan of his subordinates?

If it's all illusion, it explains it.

"And I knew only magicians in the east could think of anyone who could use all this technique in the Heavenly Mountains."

There are countless demons who have attempted to invade the cultural area of a people that extends west beyond the Heavenly Mountains. It was the eastern sorcerer who kept stopping it for hundreds of years.

So how have you defeated the demons that line up?

There may have been many battles depending on the power battle, the wisdom comparison, and the times. But I guess the most powerful method is still a sure way to repel some sort of technique?

And the magician of the east took the tactic of war on us this time.

It was an illusion.

As if to back up my reasoning, I don't see the demons defeated.

Perhaps in this situation, I erased the remains of the demons and the like because they're just out of the way anymore.

"But how did you respond to the demon slaughter?

"Instead of the slashed pain, see, the wound?

Even with my explanation, Slutton holds his own long sword if he can't believe it.

Tris, your body actually had a number of injuries.

If it's an illusion, you want to say that there's no way you're really going to get hurt if the slashed response is still there.

It was Listaire who denied it.

"No, I think it's Ernea's view. And I think this technique is probably a spell."

"What!?

That's right. I was surprised at Listeer's supplement.

"I'm not sure. But somehow, I know."

A spell is a knitted technique of a human race that affects the body, etc., by complicated rituals, spells, etc.

And Criscio said.

When you become a leading magician, you see the "colors" that fill the world?

The spellman interferes with the "colours" of that world by means of spells and causes them to be effective.

But the answer that Listeer came up with was a phenomenon that went further up.

"By unimaginably powerful spell interference, we are dominated not only by the hallucinations of demonic raids, but also by hearing, feeling, and all other sensations. That's not all. Interference with colour even affects the actual substance and flesh and can really hurt you"

"Well, then..."

Slutton looks up at the avalanche that stopped when it hit us to swallow us.

"Is this avalanche an illusion, too?

If the avalanche is an illusion that interfered with our eyes by a spell, it explains an unnaturally stopped and unusual natural phenomenon.

But Listea shook her head to the side.

"No. The avalanche is definitely real. And that's why I'm not sure about the answers I've derived. Even if it's a highly extreme spell, can it reach enough power to dominate and manipulate nature..."

Listeir can transform the curse into a phoenix figure to manifest itself.

But we can also say that the Listeer spell is just activated, as it appears in our eyes as such.

I'm not creating a real creature called phoenix in real life.

Even Astel, the ancestral family, can't create creatures.

And when he fought with the demon general Goldba in the kingdom of Jortenitos, he also gave birth to a flowering garden full of flowers.

But that was very influential for the spirits.

The spell, even if it can affect the subject and the world, dominates the management of the world and cannot be manipulated as it pleases.

So Listeir had doubts about stopping the impending avalanche with fierce momentum.

"But if there is someone beyond our imagination in this heavenly mountains, then, as Ernea says, only the magician of the east comes to mind"

And then you get to the same answer as me.

"We're from a distant country. This, to revive the Holy Sword!

Say, Listeir bears the broken holy sword before Barbia.

Barbia, yeah, to be precise, the demonic tribe created by the hallucinations shown by the eastern magicians stared at the treasures embedded in the holy sword's sword throughout the entire time we listened.

"Holy Sword...?

"In our country, I have cherished this cursed sword given to me by you in praise of the Holy Sword. But the power of the treasure ball made the body of the sword unbearable, as you can see. I have come here with your help to revive the Holy Sword!

To Listea's words, the hallucinating figure finally takes his gaze off the treasure ball.

And after being silent to think about it for a while, I came to a conclusion.

"I didn't trust you yet. So no dragons."

"I mean, if it's just us, can we face the real you?

For the magicians of the east, whether Demons or us, all those who have broken into the Ceiling Mountains may look like enemies.

But the Holy Sword of Listeir connected us to the Sorcerer of the East.

"Not to bring a dragon. And if you show any suspicious gestures, I won't forgive you."

"Of course it is. I want you to trust me."

If the opponent is an eastern sorcerer, this one will not resist. I don't need to.

Everyone hands in their weapons to show that there is no hostility.

Neemia and Duranell also pulled themselves back so as not to interfere with contact with the eastern mage.

"So, where's the main unit?

Slutton looking around.

To Slatton's question, the eastern mage responded with illusion.

The illusion of the appearance of Barbia burns momentum from under his feet. Shortly after I thought. Flames create new forms.

"Wow, is this an illusion too?

What emerged from the bright red flames was a great eagle as if it were real.

The Great Eagle stares at us with intelligent eyes.

And I uttered people's words.

"Adults, stay on your feet. If you show any suspicious signs, drop them immediately."

If you look, at some point, just as many great eagles appeared in the sky as this one.

The Great Eagle is in charge of each one, and when he grabs our shoulders, he goes up into the sky without waiting for his permission.

"Awesome! It's an illusion, but it's flying in real life!

I don't know why anymore.

Illusions are hallucinations, right?

I just see it, it's not real.

Yet the feeling of the big eagle claws grabbing his shoulders is real, and we're really flying.

Listea's right, even if this is a spell, I can't believe it!

"Nice to leave you a message, Niemia, huh?

"Nyan."

Ask Niemia and Duranell to wait.

The great eagle grabbed us and flew through the valleys of the Heavenly Mountains.

We refrained from acting suspiciously so that we would not be dropped, and we left ourselves to our fate.

Buckwheat, buckwheat, and winged eagle.

Wherever you look at it, it's a real presence.

Unlike when you're on Niemia, the view of the mountains flows slowly.

But snow scenery wherever you go.

The great eagle with us deliberately flies through the valley or beyond the peaks on complicated paths.

Probably to keep us from understanding our exact current position.

Apparently, the eastern magicians are quite cautious.

Well, if you don't be so vigilant, you can't fight the Demons for hundreds of years.

Through a white-dyed coniferous forest and through a frozen spring.

I enjoyed a quiet walk in the sky until I reached my eastern magician stronghold.

Then he found a strange place, only one in the rugged mountain belly.

"Peach tree?

For some reason, only one growing tree caught my eye.

Besides, only the tree was strangely not snow-covered.

And why I thought it was a peach tree. That was because the out-of-season fruit seemed to have grown on the branches.

I saw it twice to make sure, but the strange tree was already hidden in the shadows and invisible.

All right, if there's an emergency, let's make that a rendezvous point!

Wherever you look, in the snow, those trees that aren't covered in snow will be landmarks.

So if anything happens, we'll meet up over there, right? And, remember strongly in your heart.

I'm sure it's conveyed to Niemia by dragon-hearted.

After that, the Great Eagle grabbed us and slowly continued to fly through the mountains of the Heavenly Mountains.

Nor does the usually noisy slatton ramble until you risk being dropped.

We all go quietly, grabbed by the Great Eagle's claws and empty.

By the way, Louvent, with his own wings, had also been grabbed by the Great Eagle.

Think about the future, aren't you keeping your health warm?

If you have an easy way to get around, give yourself up without looking good.

I'm competent in places like this, huh?

I wonder how much time the Great Eagle had grabbed me.

The grey sky grew dimmer and creepily began dyeing the colors black.

It's dusk time.

By that time, the Great Eagle had finally begun to lower altitude towards the surface.

But there's nothing ahead of us.

Nothing, or all I see is a rugged cliff.

Without people, there is no rock shade or even flat ground that seems to rest.

But without hesitation, the Great Eagle flies towards the rocks of the cliff.

"Wow, I'm gonna bump into you!

"Are you trying to get here and hit us on the rock skin?!?

Screaming Slutton and Mr. Tris.

The rest of us scream at the impending cliffs.

"Geez!... is that it?

Clashing into the rocks, he closed his eyes and set himself up. But there's no shock or anything.

"This is also an illusion..."

And we open our eyes, caught in Listener's voice.

Then everyone was in a deep cave.

"I don't know why anymore..."

Apparently, even the landscape that looked like a cliff was a hallucination that the eastern mage was showing.

Pull out all the strength of your body that was tense and tense, sighing out.

But this is where it comes from!

The great eagle that grabbed us disappeared at some point.

"You mean move on back, don't you?

The cave is dark and the depth is not foreseeable.

But when I explore the signs, there are definitely signs of someone in the back.

"Flames."

Listeer produces a spell flame.

The flaming lights illuminate the cave red.

We lead the way in Listener, going behind the cave. [M]

"Stinky."

I don't have to be told by Slutton, my nose smells strange.

It smells unhygienic and dull.

"Huh, huh! Elnea, Noon only has a bad feeling about this from the back?

Seeing, Oz stood two tails and was roaring to guard against something.

Still, we have to move on.

Meet the East Mage and revive the Holy Sword.

But here again, the trials were waiting.

"Googling...... Yo, yo-yak, da. Thief no descendant domo. Wata, Shino..., Treasure Ball,... Return Shite... Mo, Lau!

"Become!!

Behind the cave, glittering eyes.

And the words of deafening pronunciation.

Above all, we were stunned by the unexpected.