We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Confirming that the signs of the demon king Kushalilla had disappeared from the Heavenly Mountains, I rushed out to the top of the cliff.

Did the Sluttons feel the end of the battle, too, run along a narrow rocky path leading to a cave on a cliff, just like me?

"Hey, why didn't you stab me in the stomach?

Running, Slutton leaked his dissatisfaction.

I answer.

"Because defeating the Demon King won't solve the fundamental problem."

"What do you mean?

Add supplements as you run to them in pace in an attempt to dispel the suspicions held by the Sluttons.

"Defeating the Demon King does not mean that the Demons will give up the cultural area of the Heavenly Mountains and those beyond them. Then I guess it would be better if Kushalillah stayed the demon king and held back the ambitious demons. That's why we made a deal."

I'll tell you what the agreement is about.

The Sluttons were listening to me as I ran down a steep, gradient rock path.

"It's up to Kushalillah to keep the agreement, but maybe in the future, there won't be any aggressive interference, will there?

"Why can you say all that? You don't trust them. They're demons, and they're demons, right?

"He's the Demon King, huh?

I run and see an impending destination. [M] And I shifted my gaze into the sky.

"Kushalilla must have figured it out in this fight. How hard it is to cross the Tianjin Mountains."

To my vague response, the slattons lean their necks. But before we could go into detail, we got to the front of the cave.

"Listaire!"

First, speak to Listea, where Slutton is your partner.

Listaire snorts silently at us as she rushes. But Listea quietly dropped her gaze, rather than rejoicing in the resurrection of the Holy Sword.

We follow Listeer's gaze. And he turned his consciousness to the eastern sorcerer, who lay powerless with his head on Listea's lap.

"Damn. He said he got rid of the Demon King and the Demon Clan because of it... How could it end like this?

Tris, you collapse from your knees and beat the ground with regret.

The snow, which had fallen so much, had been melted by the flames and rock skin had been stripped out.

"Elnea, we don't seem to have much time left..."

"Yeah."

With Listea's words, I ask Niemia. [M]

"Let's take the east magician."

No one talks about where.

You already know that.

After we escaped from the cave. It was a strange old peach tree that I chose for the rendezvous point.

And it was "that child" who the old peach tree was waiting for, the magician of the east.

"That child", who traced a strange fate and grew up in the Heavenly Mountains, was raised by a spellman, although for a short period of time. So now you can use the spell.

And with his rare talent for spells, he was only ever present until he was told he was an eastern magician.

He is a human race but has transcended his life expectancy, has been feared by demons for hundreds of years, and has continued to protect people.

Well, the eastern magician is no longer a bug.

On Listea's lap, breathing weakly.

The large amount of blood dyed up his chest was dry, reddish and black-colored.

To Listeer's call, the eastern magician moves his hand slightly.

Listeer squeezed the thin hand of the eastern mage.

"Nha. I don't have time for this. Hurry!"

Niemia and Oz popped up hiding in the shadows.

We rush to the back of the giant Neemia.

"Sorry I'm late"

"Dear Alex!

There, Mr. Alex, who was fighting in a distant valley, arrived late.

Alex, full of creativity to see.

Running over like Luvent worries.

Mr. Alex exhales spicidly as he delivers the blade's missing divine sword into his sheath.

"Ghost General Barbia. He was a terribly strong opponent. Besides, that one...... No, that kind of thing doesn't matter now. Better hurry than that, right?

Yeah, me snorting.

When Neemiah put us and the eastern magician on board, he feathered his wings heavily.

Fluttering and flying at such a speed that the landscape flows linearly.

Then, in no time, we reached our destination.

A spell fire that burned up the Heavenly Mountains. But the magicians of the east were only after the demons, and we and nature were well protected.

The snow melts and you can see the coniferous forest peeking at the pointy leaves.

And where Niemia landed, the weak but life-grabbing old peach trees were firmly grown.

"Thank you for waiting. But..."

I speak to the old peach tree. [M] By its side, the eastern magician was transferred to a warm sunset even in winter, held by Listeir.

'Oh, well done. I was watching. I felt it. That was splendid.

The old peach tree welcomed the eastern magician by rocking the dying branch leaves.

"Please, just eat my fruit one last time"

Then gently drop the ripe peach fruit in front of the eastern magician.

An eastern magician moves his hand slightly. But you don't even have the power to move your fingertips anymore, you missed the peach.

When Listaire picked it up instead, she gently carried it to the mouth of the eastern mage.

Bloody, blue-purple trembling lips, overflowing with peach juice.

To a slightly open mouth, Listeir fed the peaches into small pieces.

"Sweet, y. Oi, sii......"

As we stared quietly, the eastern magician smiled a small, but indeed full, smile.

'Oh, oh...... Good. Glad to hear it.'

In the branches of the old trees of the fudge, and the shaken peaches, sprouts of blue leaves, and the flowers of the peaches were spread in full bloom.

Not only the magicians of the east, but all of us get fantastic views.

But that didn't last long either.

Ku, and the eastern mage lose power in Listeir's arms.

Finally, did you taste the nostalgic peaches and be satisfied?

The look on the face of the eastern mage with his eyes closed seemed happy everywhere.

"Damn! I knew it couldn't end like this!

So, once again, Tris, I'm angry that you're gonna regret it.

Stepping on the estate, lamenting how helpless I am.

Tris, your eyes were full of tears.

Mr. Alex and Luvent, too, look sadly down.

Me, Listaire and Slutton were just quietly staring at the eastern magician.

Then, Tris, you roughed up your voice.

"Don't you regret it!? If the Holy Sword is resurrected, does that mean it's still over!? You could have defeated the Demon King with the enemies of the Eastern Mage!

Tris, you don't seem convinced by the curtain I put down.

Tris, who was born and raised in a world ruled by the Devil Nation and hates the Devil Nation, cannot correctly understand all of your mood, as we live in a world where the Devil Nation's threat is dim.

But something seems wrong...?

"Hey, Tris. What are you talking about?

There, Slutton's penetration went in.

"Well, I regret not being able to defeat the Demon King. There's nothing we can say to Ernea. Besides..."

Saying, Slutton dropped his gaze on the east magician lying quietly.

"You guys are making some mistakes. The eastern magician isn't dead, is he?

"What...?

Today, with a proper look, Tris, who sees the eastern magician, and Mr. Alex and Luvent.

"Yeah, the magician in the east is just debilitated by the overuse of magic, isn't he dead? I mean, there's this me, and there's no way you're gonna make a victim. Ha ha!

Mr. Alex confirms the wounds of the eastern magician with such idiotic remarks.

Here. The eastern magician, for once, is a woman, so consider a little more. My penetration is silenced and I examine the chest wound pierced by Kushalila.

"Stupid, with the wounds blocked?

"Ha, ha. I have a mysterious medicine that will heal you even if you die!

"Hey, what--!

Not surprisingly, you, Mr. Tris and Mr. Alex and Luvent, who turn back.

Well, if you reveal the seed, here's the thing.

Behind the cave, an eastern magician pierced through his chest by a kushalilla accidentally.

I rushed over. At that time, I took a small pot of Sleighsta's old secret medicine out of my nose and used it for the magician of the east.

Regardless of the large amount of blood ejected from the wound, the wound was blocked thanks to the panacea.

Nevertheless, the ensuing impossibility snuck into a strong debilitation as if he had died this way.

The spirit of Listeir and Niemia's "no time" dialogue meant that the eastern magicians were on the verge of becoming debilitated and unconscious, right?

"In retrospect, something similar happened during Louiseine..."

"Oh, so we knew, huh? Elnea, he's like this!

Listeer and Slutton grudgingly stare at me, sighing.

"Am I being praised?

"" I'm frightened!

"Gu..."

And he cursed me with his voice, and I was depressed without power.

"Anyway. The magician in the east isn't dead, and there's no sign of him dying. So your anger is a mistake, huh?

To Slutton's point, Tris, who was revealing his anger, suddenly blushes and strays.

Slutton, who saw it, chuckles inexorably.

"But I was surprised. So, what's the end of the fight?

Louvent explains to Alex, who hasn't seen the battle between me and Kushalilla up close.

And then, out of my mouth, again, I came up with a story about an agreement I made with the Demon King.

"I didn't expect to make an agreement without giving the Demon King a choice. I'm afraid, but I still have my doubts."

Maybe it's not just Mr. Alex.

I have to answer everyone's questions carefully, one by one.

"How could you hunt down the Demon King? If the rain of the stars is not your magic or the magician's magic of the east, then what kind of interference was it?

The rain of the stars fell not only on our battlefield, but on the vast range of the Heavenly Mountains. Of course, they came down over Balbia's head with Mr. Alex, who was fighting in a distant valley.

I answer the first question.

"That was the northern witch's interference. I was convinced the northern witch would interfere. I'm so sorry to hear you say otherwise. Well, I wish we could have won without the Northern Witch interfering."

Whatever my excuse is.

It was the eastern magicians who guarded the Heavenly Mountains and continued to stop the demonic invasion for hundreds of years.

That overwhelming sorcery, even the Demons, had the terrible power to threaten, and not only we, but the Demons themselves, felt strongly with our skin, that they were magicians of the east.

But I had my doubts along the way.

Indeed, the magic of the eastern mage is amazing.

But I was wondering if that would prevent the Demons from invading.

"Hey, didn't you wonder? He's the eastern magician who captured us so easily. [M] It was easy when you ran away, wasn't it?

"If you ask me...?

Maybe the eastern magician didn't think to break the iron lattice. But you had a big question before that, didn't you?

"We are coming to the cave, and even the demons are invading the Heavenly Mountains. And yet, what does that defenseless sleeping look like?

Normally, you'd be absolutely alert, wouldn't you?

If I were you, I'd sleep shallower, and I wouldn't forget to keep an eye on you.

Yet the eastern mage normally fell asleep when he was full.

That's too defenseless, no matter how much!

"So, I noticed. The Heavenly Mountains are indeed protected by eastern magicians. But the witches of the North are secretly involved."

The eastern mage let the northern witch, who is in a remote and permanent snowfield, use remote magic.

"But, you know, I do. The eastern sorcerer is amazing, but the northern sorcerer is even more amazing. Suppose it is. It's only natural that the Northern Witch can use the remote technique that the Eastern Wizard can use, isn't it?

"I mean...... If the eastern magicians were sleeping defenselessly or not sensing, by the northern witches, the demons were being repelled?

"That's the thing!

I nodded loudly toward Listea.

And this is exactly what I wanted to say as I was running up the cliff.

Kushalilla must have thought of something. That if we aim to cross the Heavenly Mountains, we have to deal not only with the eastern mages, but also with the northern witches.

Even just Kushalillah shouldn't want to fight the enemy in distress who inflicted all those fatal injuries on you again, should he? Moreover, at that time, a two-sided confrontation with the eastern magician is imperative.

When that happens, even if you have ambitions, you will not be able to easily reach the Heavenly Mountains.

Kushalillah is the Demon King, so he knows how powerful the man who rained the stars is. So we're not supposed to be reckless invasions from now on.

By the way, let's get back to it.

I think the magician, for better, is pure and, for worse, unknown to the world.

So even though I know the horrors of the devil tribe, I can't even think about despicability.

It's bedtime at night, and while I'm resting, the Demons are resting, what are you assuming?

So if you're tired, even if your enemies are imminent, you're going to fall asleep?

"But what if we're on our side and you still sleep defenseless?

"Oh, that's..."

To Slutton's point, haha, the laughter has crept up.

"Didn't the magician in the east recognize us as enemies?

"Huh?

Slutton exhales, as if frightened.

"This guy tied us up unquestioned by stealing about Listaire, didn't he? And yet I don't know what it means not to recognize you as an enemy, do I?

Slutton's point is not wrong.

But it wasn't right.

"No, I'm not. Well, think about it. What happened to the demons who came into the Heavenly Mountains?

"... you've been the bait for this guy's sorcery?

"Yeah, you are. You were attacked without question, and you were killed without explanation, right?

"Oh, yeah."

"Bye. If you really thought we were enemies, wouldn't you be killing us without question? Now, in the first raid, they attacked us without asking why we were here."

The eastern sorcerer has first created and attacked a false demon clan with illusory sorcery. But that's when you saw Listeer's broken holy sword, and you were willing to meet me.

"I think. I suppose the first Armuard and Yortenitos had a friendly relationship with the eastern magicians. So even the stories that tell our country, the magician of the east was hailed as a wonderful man who gave us the Holy Sword, and it didn't say anything bad about being a beastly person or a woman who spoke in a distorted way."

"But he said he stole the Holy Sword..."

"That's, you see. You asked for a peach tree? Besides, even the first twins took it because they were worried that the eastern mage was fascinated by the jewels of fire, ready to be stigmatized with thieves?

Even the eastern mage, I don't think he really hated it.

Probably would have been fascinated by the jewels of fire. But if you really resented Armuard and Yortenithos, you'd have followed them with some remote magic you were good at.

If you ask me, everyone nodding.

"So this is what the eastern mage thought when Listeir appeared in the Heavenly Mountains with the Holy Sword? Did you come back for me?

As I confirm, I look to the magician of the east.

But I didn't get a response back.

Could it be that I've already lost consciousness?

"But then there won't be that response, will there?

"Slutton's words make sense. I think I'm being too unreasonable, too?

"Oh, that's..."

Ha ha, and the laughter came up again.

No, I just have to laugh pleasantly about this already.

'Cause I didn't mean to be a magician in the east!

"As I said earlier. The magicians of the east don't know the world. So I don't even know how to be friendly with people."

For hundreds of years, the East Mage has lived alone and deep in the Heavenly Mountains.

Though, in the story the old peach tree told me, for a small period of time, you were living with a man of spells.

That's when I learned about spells and carnivores.

But what happens when you're alone again for a long time?

How can a young eastern magician remember cooking? If you only know about carnivores without remembering, then maybe it will be a beastly meal.

And if you didn't exchange words with anyone for years, you'd forget how to interact, too.

Instead of interacting, even people's words may become obtuse!

"So, that evil tribe-like, distorted way of talking..."

"I mean, yeah. You mean you captured us because you don't know how to handle us correctly."

"You were laughing ridiculously at Slutton's foolishness!

The eastern magician was eating as he hungry slatton.

That was the wrong way to deal with people, but that was the best sacrifice the eastern mage could take.

Understandably so, the naive interpersonal response shown by the eastern mage makes me seem cute as soon as possible.

"We didn't capture the true image of the eastern magician without believing and doubting that our values were the reason of the world..."

Deeply iterative listeer.

It's Listeer's strength to be able to reflect correctly and look at yourself at times like this, isn't it?

I answered everyone's questions and added:

"That's why. The magicians of the east are really good people. So, the witch isn't ignoring you either, is she?

My last response was directed at the eastern magician.

"That flaming mess was really beautiful. I'm sure the witch liked it, too. That's why he replied with the rain of the stars."

Still, everyone could have left a mistake.

The eastern mage somehow attacked the northern witch with remote magic.

But that was a big mistake.

The eastern mage wanted the northern witch to be interested in herself.

So I searched for a witch in remote witchcraft, with the help of a treasure ball of flame, to show her the ramblings.

At that time, why did you purely think I was beautiful, not thinking I was a horrible technique?

That's because there were no negative feelings such as hostility or hatred in the flames.

The eastern sorcerer wanted to tell the witch about his existence through flaming ramblings.

I'm here. That's right.

I'm fighting demons, just like you. That's right.

My story apparently reached the eastern magician.

Tears fall from the eyes closed without power.

Apparently, you don't have enough power to move your body, but you were still conscious.

Knowing that his thoughts were being passed on to the northern witch, the eastern sorcerer weeps with joy.

"That's right. What do you mean," magician of the east "forever, and you want me to tell you his name? What's your real name?

We're going to make friends.

After all, I need to know your name.

But the eastern magician didn't answer.

Or you're so strongly debilitated that you're exhausted and you don't have enough power left to just talk.

It was a miracle that he was still kept conscious, telling the story of the strength of the eastern mage's spiritual power.

If I were you, I'd be lightly unconscious.

Then the old peach tree reacted instead of the eastern mage, who had no power to just talk.

'The last time this kid dealt with people was a long time ago. This girl doesn't have a unique name anymore.'

"Oh no..."

The eastern mage, abandoned as a child and raised with little opportunity to deal with people, has no name for being called.

But that's why there's resistance to continuing to call me the "magician of the east".

Interpreting Old Tree's will, everyone seemed to have the same feelings as me.

"Then why don't you name him?

"Yeah, me!?

Slutton is a genius to say something really abrupt, isn't he?

But only this time, everyone agreed with Slutton.

"The benefactor of her life is you. So I think you deserve a name. Besides, you're the one who gave that spiritual toddler a name, right?

"Well, that's true..."

Ares received some of the names of the goddess of creation, Arestina, and named them.

Nevertheless, may I take the name of the magician of the east?

Without understanding the person...

'I'll pass it on. This kid wants a name, too. You give this girl a name. "

With a touch, the old peach tree gently rocks the branches.

Because of his mind, the eastern mage lying also showed signs of serenity, as affirming Slatton's opinion.

"Yeah, when this happens!

I think deeply.

Dear Mage of the East,

What impact has it had on the world and how has it engaged with the world?

What is the name she deserves in her life from now on?

I took a deep breath after thinking carefully. [M]

"What is the name of the magician in the east..."

Everyone watches over you.

I never wanted to, I named it.

"Momo the peach!

Ahhhhhhhh!? And, from all of us, he sighed heavily.

'Cause you have no choice!

An eastern mage raised by the deep mercy of a peach old tree. Yeah, Momo.

The rest of my life is sweet as a peach, and I want you to be loved by everyone, and I put that in my name, right?

I can't think of any more names!

Momo and the old peach tree were the only ones who smiled happily at me as everyone shrugged.