We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The harsh winters were also visited in the northern lands where the Beasts lived.

The grasshoppers, which were lush with grassland, wither, and the trees of the forest shed their leaves.

Cold winds sharply pass through the brown, discolored and sad forest.

"Ugh, it's cold."

"It's surprisingly hard to just stand like this"

"I don't know, because I can't just throw out the role I received from Master Jabalayan and run around the woods"

"Lately, don't have a cold winter. I'd also like to think about food reserves and keep a little beast hunting at times like this, but the role is paramount. I have no choice."

Southern part of the deeply sprawling Urangaran forest.

From the point of view of the people living in the kingdom of Armuard, further north of the hunting grounds of the Feilongs.

Under a thick cloud of gray, behind a forest full of fallen leaves, there are four warriors of the Beast clan. He was chatting, bringing it to the tree like he had no time to spare.

"Still, that ear clan. Occasionally I talk to myself about bumps, but how dare you, over half a day in the cold, oh well, you can do the work."

"She's a strange woman. Mr. Jabbalayan was brought here to take care of him, but I don't have a clue."

"You fool and absent-minded, yeah, do some serious work."

"I wonder what kind of woman she is?

"I don't know much about it either. Whatever, that dragon king Elnea looks like a guardian, huh?

"Oh, what do you mean, my daughter?"

Ahead of where the warriors of the Beast tribe stared, one little woman continued to work silently.

Scratch the deep pile of dead leaves at the root of the tree and remove the soft underlying soil.

Couldn't find the object of interest, the woman shifts her position a little, again stirring up the dead leaves and the underlying soil.

Then I found some nuts that were buried in the soil.

When a woman takes and sorts the nuts in her hand, she punishes only two grains of nostalgia wipes. So the remaining nuts were buried again under the soil, and the dead leaves laid down.

When the woman gets up, she moves to the tree next door.

And when I give in, I repeat the same task again.

The woman's hands were dirty with dirt, as were the underknees of the costume and the long dripping sleeve areas.

But women don't stop working.

"Whew. Why are you doing this to me? It's cumbersome."

A woman who vomits stupidity but never quits working. That, from the gap in her long stretched hair, her long ears were sticking out.

I was called to Jabalayan, my mentor, when a few days had passed since the beginning of the year.

"Istericia, come here. I'd like to ask you to use it."

Isterisia was called to prayer Jabalayan as she was going to the water in the early morning, which became her daily routine.

Well, what kind of work can I make you do this time? and Isterisia looks back at Jabalayan as she rubs her cold body in the midwinter waters.

Jabalayan hands Isterisia a a cloth and a change of clothes to wipe her body with a soft grin. In doing so, he has communicated the requirements in a slow tone that suits the old body.

"It's a village of deer species living in the forest of Urangaran, and it's like a cold is endemic. I want you to deliver this medicine."

Jabalayan is called a "prayerer" by the Beasts living in the North, but Isterisia knows that the truth is that he is a "witch" of the religion that people believe in.

The Jabalayan seemed to be witchy and knowledgeable about pharmacists, and thus gave his share to those in need of roasting herbs.

And Isterisia, who moved to the north with Jabalayan, was often helped with this hand's work while training witches.

"Wow, the forest of Urangaran is far away"

Istericia truthfully receives herbaceous wipes from Jabalayan, even though she seems troublesome and lacking.

Then quickly wipe up the wet body with running water and change into the given costume.

The costume Isterisia wore was exactly that of the witch outfit.

"Hehe, right. So this time we're going away, let's put on an escort, shall we? You haven't been baptized, because you can't use magic yet."

"Straw, you don't need an escort."

"Hehe, don't say that"

Once, Istericia was a wise man of the ear clan.

But not now.

Even though he had no other choice, Istericia has exercised her power, at the expense of many spirits. I took the blame (and) and now the spirits hate me.

Whoever is repelled by the Spirit, however powerful he may be, is not a wise man.

Besides, Istericia thinks to herself.

No more spiritual arts can be used in the dawn when he continues his training and is baptized.

It doesn't even become a source of laughter, such as the unusable "sage" of spiritual art.

"Is that good, Istericia? You can't just force it, can you?

"Huh, wow, I hate being unable to. So don't worry."

While on the stretch, Isterisia left with her escort.

We reached the village of the Beastman of the Deer Breed, where a cold was endemic, on an itinerary of about two days.

The guide, and the beast tribe of the escort, excelled, thanks also to the fact that they encountered demons and received no footprints, and also to the fact that Isterisia was accustomed to traveling.

The Beasts of the Deer Species, when they receive the herb from Isterisia, quickly distribute it to the sick.

"Thank you, sister!

A young girl smiles and says thank you to Isterisia.

"Wow. Lady Jabalayan just told me to deliver the medicine."

"Yeah. But your sister delivered it so quickly, we can all get better!

Even though the sick say they haven't even spoken of the herb yet, the girl has a tone as if to say they're all already on their way to recovery.

Istericia gets the girl's smile and gets confused.

I'm not used to it.

To be thanked by others.

To be able to smile.

In previous lives, few memories have been smiled and appreciated by Istericia.

As a representative of the tribe, when he was chosen to sacrifice.

Everyone treated young Istericia like a tumor.

When you overcome the impossible challenges put forth by the rulers of the demonic tribe.

The Devil tribe turned the words of praise to Isterisia, but there, no emotion of gratitude or labor existed.

Istericia sent several times as many years as her short-lived people.

And if you realize it, Isterisia's heart had sunk dark, freezing the Yang emotions of joy and pleasure into the depths of her heart for as long as she could.

It was only about six months ago that it finally started to melt.

The cut was when he joined hands with a man named Bartonoir and stepped into a land called the Embargo.

The Forbidden Forest was once the land of covenants, so to speak, where our ancestors lived.

The tribe of Isterisia raided those who lived in modern forests in an attempt to regain their old homeland.

But from the results, it ended in disastrous defeat.

The men of the tribe were defeated, and themselves fell into captivity.

There is no more for the tribes, nor for themselves.

The tribesmen could not return to the cursed forest, and they themselves had committed acts that betrayed the rulers of the devil tribe.

It's over.

In our own future, only death awaits.

Istericia was convinced.

But there were those who showed her such a new way and light.

It was those who preceded the embargo.

That is, it was Ernea and his wives.

They gave us a future that is not a "sacrifice" rather than a rebellion against Isterisia.

At this time, for the first time in hundreds of years, Isterisia was turned to a purely innocent favor and smile by others.

Nevertheless, I was unable to respond successfully to Istericia, who had frozen Yang's emotions.

Still, the Erneas confronted themselves with guts and, little by little, melted the ice in their hearts.

Since then, about six months.

The hot season quickly passed and the frozen season also came to the north.

Even the wind is freezing cold like day after day.

But the ice in Isterisia's heart was beginning to melt day by day.

Still, it is even difficult to honestly exchange words with pure children for Istericia, who has long forgotten how to deal with others correctly.

Now, when I can turn an innocent smile on a girl like this, I'm still confused about how to react.

I tried to raise the corner of my mouth to return a smile, but my face just caught on.

So, Istericia shifts her gaze away from the girl with a lying extension to mislead an unnatural look.

Then the girl says, "You're still sleepy even though it's lunch? Are you tired?," he has asked innocently.

Isterisia overwhelmingly retreats to escape the girl.

"Wah, wow... I still have business to attend to. We've delivered the herbs, so we'll move on to our next errand."

So Istericia left the village behind so that she could escape the girl's smile.

Istericia flew out of the village.

But to tell the truth, I haven't been able to tell you anything else.

The words I said to the girl are only a convenience to escape and an excuse to walk away.

He said he spoke to me because of it, but he did something bad to the girl.

Seeing her own back escaped, isn't the girl hurt, by now?

Guilt irritates Isterisia's heart.

"Istericia. Witches shouldn't speak lies, should they?

The teachings from Jabalayan are still painful in my ear.

But he advanced early through the winter woods with an excuse that he was not yet a baptized official witch.

And the beast tribe of escorts follow Isterisia, who flew out of the village early after delivering herbs.

"Hey, lady. You're in such a hurry to get home, aren't you?

"I don't think Master Jabalayan would be angry if we took a break today or so?

The Beast Guard, who knows nothing of Isterisia's mood, suggests that we stay overnight and then go home. How to answer that, Istericia has faced the following problems:

"If you lie, the goddess will punish you. Right."

"Am I right? Did you say something, young lady? You talking to yourself?"

"Yes, no. Don't worry about the rash."

In the first place, I am not a "lady" because I am many times older than you. and Istericia speaking to herself again.

In doing so, I turn my thoughts around to explain to the Beastman tribe of escorts how I have jumped out of the village.

"That's right. Straw, I'm going to go get the ingredients you need for the herbs."

"Material?"

"Straw, I know Master Jabalayan's hand material is getting scarce. So I'm going to collect the material in the woods."

Yes. Without the ingredients, I can't help but make the next herb.

And Istericia seemed to be an ear elder, and knew how to find the herbs that rooted in the winter woods and the nuts hidden by small animals.

"It's not a lie that you need medicinal herbal material. So I'm not lying."

As Istericia told herself, she gathered the material, whispering two bumps and talking to herself.

But I know.

Who I am.

What punishment will befall you for your deeds, painted with lies and excuses?

'Oh, oh, it's really funny. Woman of the sinful ear clan. Do you think that if you do that witch's imitation, your sins against us will disappear?'

At the autumn mouth, when I started searching for nuts hidden under the soil by small animals for half a day.

It was the Spirit King of the prestigious wind that made his presence manifest before Isterisia on the dry wind before dusk.

Istericia is breathtaking at the emergence of unexpected beings.

'Oh, oh, that's lamentable. Do you think you will be rewarded for such hypocrisy by eating and killing our children indiscriminately?'

Coldly looked down by the Spirit King of the Wind, Isterisian's heart gave an icy murmur before it was crushed.