We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Witch?

That's about the Northern Witch!?

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Does the eastern sorcerer know the northern witch?

Of course, it is not surprising that we are aware of each other's existence, which has resisted the Demonic Nation over the years, even if the location is different.

But how does the jewel of fire and the witch, taken from Listeir, link?

"Hey, if you know about the Northern Witch, I do, too, right?

If we have a common acquaintance, we can make contact from there, so we call out.

Then the eastern magician, who had so far had little reaction to Listeer's complaint or Slutton's annoying complaint, responded sharply to my words.

But with unexpected signs.

A magician from the east staring sharply at me from behind the fur of the bears.

Yeah eh!?

Why, is that how you react?

Me hanging out with unexpected reactions.

The magician of the east keeps staring at me from behind the fur of the bear.

Yeah...

I'm in trouble.

On the bridge of friendship, I thought it was a topic I put out, and on the contrary, the air on the field got worse.

I'm confused about how to fix it.

But the magician in the east just stares at me for a while, and he's immersed himself in his world again.

The eastern magician moves out, dragging on the fur of a bear that is too big when sloppy.

Drag the seemingly narrow desk that was still going to break, which was placed in the corner, and sit in the middle of the space that makes it your residence.

And when a clear large crystal sphere was removed from one of the sachets of skin, not worthy of poor household goods or unhygienic dwellings, it was installed on the desk.

What the hell is going to happen?

Listea also holds her mouth and asks carefully about the trends of the magicians of the east.

The magician of the east quietly proceeds with his work, as if he had already forgotten our presence in a hallucinatory created by hallucinations.

Prepare small portions of powder or dried plants, like animals or insects dried, or even water placed in a dirty pan, from other skin sachets piled up.

I knew. Not just me, but Listeer and Slutton. I know all about it.

Those are the catalysts and ritual tools you need to perform your spells.

So, will the eastern mage use a spell from now on?

When the eastern magician is ready, he stands in front of a crystal sphere set up on his desk.

And beside the crystal sphere, he placed the jewel of flames.

"... no way!?

Listeer seems to have noticed something.

But the eastern magician didn't seem to care, and entered the spell ritual.

Unlike distorted and deaf speech, the eastern mage mouths a smooth melody like a song.

In doing so, he puts ritual mediation into a water-tight pan.

The ritual involves an eastern magician who only rolls his fingertips around his hand to see if the fur of an oversized bear is in the way.

I knew the small physique beforehand, but the hands and fingertips peeking at the tip of the fur give the impression of being so thin and weak that there is only bone and skin.

It's like Lila at the time she went down.

"Ugh!?

That was my observation, shortly after the eastern magician began chanting the spell.

At our feet, or the entire living space of the cave, the red side rises.

Fill the space with complex patterns and texts emitting light.

Moreover, the party moves to coincide with the chant of the eastern mage, spinning or floating a new technique.

"It can't be... Crescio uses directions too, but it's normal to draw and dig directly on the ground, right? I can't believe I'm reproducing it with light..."

I used to see it. [M]

3D surgical ceremony of light. It's a super advanced technique (purposefully) that Old Sleighsta shows when using powerful dragon techniques such as metastasis.

Does the eastern sorcerer mean that the precision of the procedure has reached unimaginable areas, regardless of the power and effect of the spell he is trying to activate?

By the chanting of the eastern mage, the technique of filling the cave shows a complex movement. At the same time, changes began to appear in pots and crystal spheres prepared for rituals.

At first, some disgusting colored smoke began to rise from a pan filled with various catalysts.

It's odd how multiple colors of smoke just go up from one pan, but even stranger things happen.

The smoke filled the cave, while at the same time it began to suck into the crystal sphere.

The crystal sphere, which was transparent, becomes cloudy in many colors. In doing so, the cloudiness gradually mixes inside the crystal sphere, melts, and fills.

That way, at the end of the day, the inside of the crystal sphere turned white.

... Yeah, sounds a little different.

The cloudiness was mixed up and it didn't turn white.

That's...

"Remote Spells..."

Poop, and Listeer leaks her voice. But that's the best I can do. After that, I was fascinated by the miracles that were happening in front of me, watching without a voice.

That's right. That didn't turn white.

I'm projecting some distant landscape into a crystal sphere.

And the projected location is just bright white.

If you look closely, you could see some grains flowing sideways in the white as well.

Snowstorm?

In the Heavenly Mountains, the snow is falling, but not snowblowing.

So, unlike here, projecting snowblowing land?

"Doco, da...?

Some sort of grunting eastern mage staring at the crystal sphere and chanting the spell.

Sometimes, the crystal sphere returns from white to cloudy. And also reflects the white landscape.

The projected landscape is white-sided, like every other time, but apparently reflects a lot of places.

No matter where you photograph it, a bright white world.

It's not winter yet, but still. Oh, blizzard, snow-covered world.

If you pick up a fragment of the Eastern Mage's words, the answer is...

"Permanent snowfields?

Yes. Um, the land of the extreme cold, where the northern witches live, no matter what creature they say they can't survive.

Why are eastern magicians looking for northern witches in remote spells?

In front of us, who can only stare, the magician of the east showed the answer.

"Look, keta!

The crystal sphere, which had been shown by switching projection destinations many times, was white, but every time. But by a few tenths of attempts, I finally caught something that wasn't just white.

But the shadow I caught is also white.

Only one in a snowy snowfield.

A pompous, nestled figure.

A figure wearing a pure white coat softly from his head, as the eastern mage covered his entire body with bear fur, was reflected in the center of the crystal sphere.

"Yo, Yak...... Witch. Next time, Koso, ha. Private...!

Oh, and I leak my voice unexpectedly.

The jewel of fire that was placed next to the crystal sphere glowed red lotus.

It glows hot as it burns, releasing the curse that was enclosed.

"Are you going to use the Holy Sword jewel as a catalyst!

Listeer also returns to me from her charm and is stunned.

The magician of the east activated it, to the power of remote spells.

Snowblowing snow in the back of the crystal sphere turned into flames.

Every piece of snow turns into a firepowder.

That's not all.

Even the snow that falls on one side turns into flames, and the landscape now reflected in the crystal sphere is a world of flames.

Was the eastern mage concentrating on remote spells, staring at the back of the crystal sphere, chanting spells in a song-like melody?

"That woman stole the jewel of the Holy Sword to attack the person on the crystal sphere!!

Slutton, angry at the actions of the eastern mage, slaps the iron lattice hard.

But even though it's an illusion, the real iron lattice doesn't frighten us, it keeps Slutton and us in captivity.

I was more focused on the world reflected in the crystal sphere than on Slutton's wrath.

Now a permanent snowfield transformed into a sea of flames.

Sitting there alone, witch of the north.

Fire powder rumbles.

The snow, which was stirred and beaten by strong winds, turns into a flaming snowstorm, dancing mad.

In line with the blizzard of flames, the burning earth also builds momentum and rocks.

"Keep it up, that guy's in danger!

Tris, you were worried about the northern witch shown on the crystal sphere.

But I'm the only one who seems to have different feelings than everyone else.

I felt so beautiful.

Indeed, the flames created by the eastern mages have transformed the permanent snowfields nestled by the northern witches into a world of flames.

But the turbulent firepowder and the flaming swings of the burning earth are beautiful and beautiful wherever they go, and attract my heart.

"Ma, Jo... Witch..."

Could the eastern magician...

The northern witch stared at the dance of a frantic flame as she stood quietly in the heart of a suddenly transformed world of flames.

But that didn't last long either.

Second, a witch looking up into the sky.

"No way that guy, you mean you noticed the gaze of a remote spell!?

Listeer to be extinguished.

Well, that's right.

Even we entered the Heavenly Mountains and were affected by remote spells scattered from the eastern magicians. But I couldn't tell where it was being monitored or where it was being activated from in any way.

Yet the northern witch has broken through in a short time.

Besides, that's not all.

"Guh."

A cluttered, groaning, eye-pressing eastern magician.

Apparently, it was in the northern witch's counterattack.

Through the crystal sphere, the eastern mage and the northern witch with overlapping gaze. That's all the magicians in the east suffer.

Still, the crystal sphere kept reflecting the northern witch. But right after the northern witch gently waves her right hand, the footage breaks.

That was it, the crystal sphere was back to the transparent jewel as it had been in the beginning.

"Gwww. Gwww."

An eastern magician who leaks strange voices that can't be laughed at or distressed.

Apparently, you consumed a considerable amount of curse, holding it under your eyes and nodding, breathing roughly on your shoulders.

"What the hell..."

Poop, and Mr. Alex leaks his thoughts.

Relationship between Armuard and the East Mage.

Origin of the Holy Sword and how the treasure balls were made.

The identity and nature of the magician of the east.

And your relationship with the northern witch.

Yeah, yeah. Don't forget.

Even we became captives.

We have to convince the East Mage somehow and get out of here. Besides, instead of the resurrection of the Holy Sword, it starts with where we have to get the treasure ball back.

The future is difficult. Everyone is distracted by the current state of affairs, full of problems and questions, not just by Mr. Alex.

And things get worse so that we can go after them even further.

Guru, the pitiful sound of ringing in the cave.

If you look, Slutton, who was yelling and kicking the iron plaid until just now, was smiling awkwardly bitterly as he rubbed his stomach.

Oh, boy. You're a man who doesn't read the air anywhere, Slutton.

"You..."

That's Listea, too, looks at Slutton with a shuddering face.

"And you have no choice! I haven't had a decent meal since yesterday!

No, no, no, Ares gave you potatoes, you were mouthing your own preserved food, weren't you?

Nevertheless, we are not eating until we are full.

Since I lost the carriage I was packing, I've had enough food in my mouth to distract me from hunger during the busy hours.

There, though hallucinations created by the eastern sorcerer, was a great stand-up with the army of demons. Even if it wasn't Slutton, we were about to be dominated by hunger.

"Googling, googling......"

Then the eastern mage, who heard the screams of Slutton's tummy worm, looked at this one and laughed.

Anyway, it's a laugh like making fun of this one.

"Damn it, if you're going to be a prisoner, you're going to have to serve dinner!

Until just now, where did the terrible remote spell stunner shown by the eastern mage go?

Slutton makes more noise than usual, either to mislead embarrassment.

If you're making so much noise, you're extra hungry, I suppose?

But the eastern magician doesn't seem to be willing to provide us with food.

Or there is no food in this living space.

When it comes to what's likely to be eaten, it's about Oz hoisted upside down in a corner of the cave.

That thing, you're trying to eat or fur it, and you're capturing it, right?

Oz is being deprived of consciousness by spells, and he doesn't react no matter how noisy Slutton is.

It doesn't look like he's dead, but Oz needs to be saved soon, too.

Anyway.

What does the magician of the east do with his usual diet?

I knew that right away.

The buckwheat, and the sound of wings winged was heard from the entrance of the cave.

A great eagle flies ahead of us, staring at something.

The Great Eagle was capturing snowflakes with its big, sharp nails.

The eastern mage walks over to the great eagle who has caught the snowflake.

Apparently, he had the real-life hallucinating great eagle tailor his prey to carry him to his residence. I thought so.

The great eagle was grabbing the snowflake with his fingernails, even after running errands but without disappearing. And, more than anything else, stretch your mouth.

Of course, to the captured snow rabbit.

A big eagle rips off the skin of a snow rabbit with a sharp mouth (beak) and powerful nails and eats it up on meat.

"Whew, is that big eagle real?

Apparently, Slutton is right, the Great Eagle is not hallucinating or anything, but a real bird.

And what was even more surprising was the behavior shown by the eastern mages.

Or so, when the eastern mage succumbed, he crashed into the meat of a snowflake with the great eagle.

"Seriously...... Why don't you cook or something?"

Instead of cooking, the meat is not even pre-treated by subdivision by site or by careful peeling of the fur.

The eastern mage chews and swallows, as if it were a beast, the meat of a snowflake directly, hey, hey, hey.

The great eagle and the eastern magician were friendly ahead of us staring in surprise and preying on the snowflake.

Guru.

And once again, belly ringing, Slutton.

"I don't know what else to do! I'm starving. It's a shitty landscape, and if you look at the meat, you get an extra tummy bug."

Slutton dyes his face red and mouths excuses.

Then the eastern mage looked up and looked at this one and laughed again.

"Gugggggggggggggggggggg"

A distorted laugh, as if those who do not know whether they laughed or not laughed by instinct alone.

Only the eastern mage's mouth could be seen from the fur gap of the bear, but the grin stained with the blood of the snowflake was creepy everywhere.