We Live in Dragon’s Peak

As soon as we get out of the cave, we hit the cliff.

We slide our legs so that they don't fall, and proceed in a vertical line carefully.

Even the eastern magicians don't spend all year in the back of the cave. So there's a scaffold outside the cave, too, and we can move.

Nevertheless, there's snow at your feet, so if you're off guard, slide your feet under the cliff in no time.

"Damn, it's cowardly to fly just you! You lose your wings, too. Fall!

"Ha ha, you're a loser. But if you curse at me like that, I won't help you if it slips, will I?

"Master Luvent, keep an eye on us!

Though desperately fleeing, the spirit is so thick as to exchange crap, Slutton.

Nevertheless, we must hurry.

If the eastern magician wakes up, it will soon be clear that we have escaped. If you do, not only will you be lightly identified with that remote spell, but you may be attacked.

How much distance can an eastern mage earn before he wakes up. How safe a place to move to. Warmly, the key is to be able to rendezvous with Niemia.

"Oh, speaking of which!

I manage to get out of the narrow snow path that stretches into cliff telling, and still run all the way down the steep slopes, I come to think of something.

"Hey, Slutton. Don't you think you can call Duranell?

Duranell is a dragon of Darkness.

And whoever has power among the dragon tribes belonging to the darkness can move from shadow to shadow.

Duranell is still a child dragon, but he's strong enough to lurk in the shadows of Slutton, isn't he? Then you can also move shadows?

Besides, I was strongly warned by the eastern magician, so it's Niemia and Duranell who have me leave a message. I don't think the Dragons, who are better intelligent than us, really get "wait" a lot.

Maybe Duranell is already moving into Slutton's shadow?

To my suggestion, whoa. Slutton slapping his hand. And I put my hand on my moonshadow in the snow and called my partner's name forcefully.

"Come out, Duranell!

"Guuuuuu......"

"Shh, be quiet!

"Shh, sorry."

Duranell responds to Slutton's call and shows momentum from the shadows. But no growling.

No more avalanches!

Nevertheless, it is comforting to have been able to summon Duranell.

We move to Duranell's back.

"Let it narrow!

"You have no choice. Duranell is still a dragon."

Slutton mourns the size of his partner's back.

I'm used to Levaria and Neemia's loose back, too, but I can't say I'm selfish.

Even Duranell is about to grow up.

I'm sorry we all rode, and I work Duranell.

Then Duranell snorted, huffing, and rolled up the accumulated snow.

"It's time to insult the dragon. Let me show you my brave run."

"Oh, I'm hoping!

'It's about holding on tight. I don't even know if they shake me down!

Bahu, Bahu, and Duranell kick up the snow at his feet and move into a running position.

Then Tris, who saw how I was having a conversation with Duranell, spoke with excitement.

"Maybe, Ernea, you're having a conversation with the Grounddragon?

"Yeah, I am. I can communicate with the Dragons."

"Wow! Well, so is Slutton!?

"Ugh, don't look at me!

"Oh, can't Slutton? This is the difference between the Dragon King and the Dragon Knight."

"Shut up, shut up. Even I..."

"Annoying. If you're not mouthing, I'll bite your tongue."

"Whoa!

I'm afraid I see Slutton, Mr. Tris.

Slutton distracts himself from his gaze.

And Duranell ran off when we were ready.

"Ugh. Sounds fast!

Grounddragons are definitely faster to drive than people run at full capacity.

Duranell rolls out his limbs cleverly like a ground dragon, driving the steep slopes without difficulty.

Then, without rest, he goes through the coniferous forest, climbs the slippery rock skin without bitterness, and moves away from the cave, the residence of the eastern mage.

"Well, can't you call Neemia?

If you get on the Duranell, there's no hard work left.

It's very shaky on my back, but thanks to my pulling dragon technique, everyone doesn't have to worry about falling.

So, I've been asking Slutton if he could afford his mind, too.

"Hmm."

I am conscious of the dragon mind and try to call Niemia in my heart.

But there was no response.

If we were too far apart, we wouldn't communicate our intentions.

Neemia, who can't move shadows, apparently hasn't come close.

"Lord Niemia said he was going to scout the Demons."

Then Duranell told me the trends.

I see, Niemia is smart.

On our behalf, he seemed to be turning his consciousness to the Demon Clan. If you do, are you also confirming that great avalanche?

"Do you know where the rendezvous is?

"I could not accept it in my sensitivity, but Lord Niemia had received his thoughts properly. I hear you, too. '

"Then let's go to the rendezvous point!

Every time I have a conversation with Duranell, you impress me, Tris. Conversely, Slutton stared at me or Duranell with a jealous eye or looked remorsefully far away.

Come on, Slutton!

If you keep trying, you'll be able to communicate with Duranell one day.

That's the Dragon Clan.

It would be unfamiliar land, run faster than anyone else if you let it run on the ground.

We had reached our destination by dawn.

"Really, it's a peach tree. Besides, fruits come to fruition in these seasons."

I could still see it on the way to the cave.

It was a really strange place.

There is only no snow around the strange peach tree, even though one side of the area is covered in snow.

On the contrary, it was as warm as Haruhi, and there were several fruits of peaches at the tip of the branch.

"Ugh. Sweet!

Slutton reaches out from Duranell's back, chopping peaches and cheeks like a quick one.

We eat peaches, too.

The cucumber, and the sweet fruit juice spreads throughout the mouth, filled with happiness.

The hunger went hand in hand, and we chopped and cheeked the peaches that were selfless and fruitful.

"But why is there only one peach tree growing in a place like this?

"Besides, it's fruitful out of season. Isn't it summer when peaches come to fruition?

You don't have to think calmly, it's weird, right?

Around, there are no similar plants growing.

There's a coniferous forest in the distance, but only one tree is a peach tree.

Plus, it's pompous and warm when you say it's before sunrise, and the peaches, which are summer fruits, are fruitful.

But by carefully observing it, there were other things I found out.

"It's an old tree, isn't it?

"Oh, really?

Tris, I snort at your gavel, yeah.

"I'm getting old and I don't seem to be well...?

"You're fruiting so many peaches?

Even so, there were hardly any more peaches left because we ate them.

I ate too much!

Then it was then.

"Oh, please......"

Hmm?

Like an elderly grandfather, like you heard a weak voice?

Yeah, no. Has it reached your heart?

Maybe, and concentrate your consciousness on the peach tree in front of you.

Then the ability to hear the voices of all things captured the fine voice of the peach tree.

'Please, just one thing, keep the fruit. For that girl......'

"That kid?

"Hey, what's up? Are you talking to Duranell again?

Surprised at me for calling out to the peach tree abruptly, Slutton leans his neck.

I turned my consciousness to the peach tree, stopping Slutton from cutting the peaches even more reluctantly.

"I'm sorry. I took the liberty of eating peaches. But I was hungry."

'Oh, it's fine, my son of man. And you can hear Non, right?

Yes, I can hear you.

Gently, stroke the trunk of the peach tree. I felt a weak life from the back of every single bark.

Really, it's your grandfather's old tree.

Maybe life expectancy is near.

"Thank you for eating the fruit of Non so delicious. But please. At least one thing, leave it to that girl. '

Who's that girl?

To the repeated peach tree words, I lean my neck.

Who the hell are you talking about?

I know about the fact that I didn't visit the Heavenly Mountains for the first time yesterday.

So who is Grandpa the Peach Tree referring to and saying "that kid"?

"No, you've got less left. Then the sooner the better, the better, right?

Even though I stopped, I look at the gaps and slap Slutton's hand off reaching for the remaining peaches.

"It hurts. What the hell are you doing?

and complaining Slutton, tell him what's going on.

"What! Elnea, you can talk to trees as well as dragons!?

"Yeah, I am. So don't let everyone get their hands on peaches anymore. And let me focus for a second, okay?

Unlike dragon-hearted, the voices of all things cannot be heard without deep concentration. Not to mention I miss hearing that Grandpa Peach Tree's voice is weak and not turned to consciousness.

I turned to the old peach tree, checking the remaining peach fruit.

"Hey, who's that kid? Could it be that even in winter, it is for that child that he is fruiting peaches?

If it were normal, it would never be possible.

I can't believe that summer fruits produce fruit in the snowy season.

I'm sure this peach tree grandfather must have kept his precious thoughts within and brought the peaches to fruition.

We ate it on an empty stomach.

Guilt erodes my chest.

But the old peach tree, who perceived my mood, spoke kindly to me.

'It's good. Non is truly pleased that there are those who will be happy with the fruit which Non has made fruitful. Oh, is that kid happy now...... At least, one last time, give that kid this peach...'

Old peach tree grandfather who wraps us with a gentle heart.

Oh, you do.

This strange climate, which is only as warm as Haruhi, is also a miracle of peach tree tenderness.

Grandpa of the Peach Tree has been graciously enveloping and gracing those who rely on him for a long time.

And old peach tree grandpa cares about someone now.

Who the hell is that kid...?

"Hey, who's that kid? Is there anything you can do to help us?

'Thank you, son of a kind man. Please end by bringing the nuts to her...'

No, the old peach tree just says "that kid" and doesn't explicitly point to anyone.

At the very least, I regret knowing your name.

And that led to the mundane question.

Speaking of which, we don't know the East Mage's name, do we?

What the hell is that guy's name?

The Demons hate being called by the understated and the unfamiliar.

But other races are different. Calling names is a testament, dear.

By calling each other names, we bring our hearts closer together and make deep connections.

Thinking about it, were we unknowingly building walls between each other calling the East Mage a street name that wasn't "East Mage"?

Well, I guess.

Isn't this why the eastern magician didn't listen to us?

In the first place, "The Mage of the East" is a street name given by those who told me about her fighting alone in the Heavenly Mountains.

That's not necessarily what she recognizes herself.

No matter how much this one tries to talk, they feel like other HRs when people they don't know were talking to themselves without even calling their names.

Maybe there's a thread around here to solve the problem.

But before that.

I regain consciousness of Grandpa the Peach Tree.

But the old peach tree just repeats "that kid," and he won't tell me his name.

Or maybe the peach tree doesn't even know the name "that kid"?

Then, at least, I want to know who you are.

Is it a man or a beast? What's the race like and what does it look like?

I've asked the question, but old peach trees are weak enough to react, and I can't give you the guidelines.

Oh, my God.

This old peach tree is just before the end of its heavenly life.

I'm sure the memory of "that kid" is from a long time ago, too?

That's why my memory is fading and I can't respond clearly.

And if you're really telling me the old days...

"That kid," maybe he's dead.

There aren't many organisms that live longer than trees.

But at the end of the day, I would also like to accomplish the thoughts of this old peach tree.

We have a lot of other problems.

Somehow, I wonder if I can help. It was when I was putting my thoughts around it.

"Right now?

"Ares!

My heart cleared with the advent of the Savior.