We Live in Dragon’s Peak

The dragon, which burst into the walls of the fortress with momentum, does not come out of the back of the soil smoke that rises.

"Maybe I'm too much momentum to faint?

"Leave me alone. That's because my ugliness is just embarrassing and I can't come out"

"I see!

We laugh bitterly at Mr. Ashel's words.

So you shouldn't keep an eye on what's going on.

"Well, let's start with that one."

Let's not think deeply about the dragon that went into me for now.

Well, you don't have to think about it, I know who you are.

What bothered me more than that was the multiple dragon clans looking down on this one from above the fortress.

Not only I, but many were surprised to see the sky.

No man, no alien. Even the Dragons.

A bright red flying dragon featuring two tails.

A colorful winged dragon, covered in birdy feathers.

A black wing dragon that wraps so much darkness around its surroundings that its contours are uncertain.

Half the time, a flying dragon with a clear background.

And a long torso like a snake, a blue long torso dragon.

Five dragon tribes were lagging high above the clouds, about the noise of the earth.

"Mr. Ashel, what is that dragon clan...?

"That's right. The dragon tribes of the ancient species who guard the ancient capital. Thank you, Neemia."

"You responded to Niemia's call!

Niemia's late arrival was not the only cause of Mr. Ashel's conjugal fight!

"Shut up."

Mr. Ashel stared at me.

Anyway.

As we watched in amazement, the ancient dragon tribes slowly descended towards us, lagging far above us.

"Yeah, no, keep the males away from me!

But with Mr. Ashel's intimidation, dragons other than longtorso rush back into the sky.

Apparently, he was a male except for a longtorso dragon.

That's right, Mr. Ashel. Even if you're one of them, you don't like males.

"Besides, I'm also feared from within my peers!

"He's in my voice!

"Shit."

Again, I was stared at.

But you're not going to attack us until you destroy the tower, so far you just need to be stared at.

Could this be a safety zone?

"When you get out of there, be prepared."

"Hih."

Let's not piss Mr. Ashel off any more. Otherwise, I'm really scared.

So check again the long torso dragon, which has lowered altitude.

The long torso dragon approaches upright, unaffected by the art of the Great Labyrinth strewn around the fortress.

Yeah, it came down in a spiral, either straight or with a long torso, leaving a round orbit.

I've heard it in fairy tales. I'm a print shop on the corner, and I've seen a virtual figure painting.

But the real Long Torso was an overwhelming force beyond our imagination.

Beautiful face, gentle eyes.

It does not leak into the example of the Dragon tribe of ancient species, with horrible horns twisted in distortion growing from their foreheads. The corners were one and the twisted tips stretched sharply in front of the face. But I don't feel scared because I'm wrapping artificial ornaments around it.

And they just say long torso dragons, with very long tips from the neck.

At the tip of a long stretched neck, a sharp nail grown front leg. Long before the entire length of the torso part of Sleighsta old, there is a similar back leg, from which, furthermore, a long tail follows.

"You have wings too!

There were thin, long wings growing from the back of the torso close to the front leg.

But long torso dragons hardly let their wings flap. Instead, he came down slowly and gracefully, twisting his body like a snake.

Besides, I don't even land while breaking the fortress, like Old Sleighsta and Mr. Ashel.

I landed in the courtyard, neatly rounding my supple body, making sure the snake wrapped around me.

Oh, we leak our voices.

I was in love with the beautiful Long Torso figure and didn't realize it.

The back of a landed longtorso dragon. A little behind the thin, long wings was equipped with saddles, where large numbers of people were riding.

"You're just a woman.... Hi, looks like the witch is on board. And in the front row you can also see only one man. This is a priest, isn't it?"

To the words of Madeleine, we confirm the visitors who rode the Long Torso.

How many, maybe twenty women? And there was indeed only one man mixed.

And all of them wore priestly attire.

"But like the costume pattern is slightly different?

In the fortress, the priests who are dedicated to the wounded look as we do at those who ride on the back of the longtorso dragon.

You are priests gathered from all over the flatlands stretching east of Dragon Peak. But no matter what region you come from, the priesthood costumes are all worn together, and there is no such thing as individuality or regionality.

However, the outfits of those who rode the Long Torso were slightly different from those "unified outfits".

"Yeah, is it any closer to Master Jabalayan's witch outfit?

Yes. The costumes of the visiting witches were closer to the old designs worn by Jabalayan than to modern witch outfits.

To my opinion, Master Madeleine snorts.

"The clergyman's costume feels old too."

If you ask, basically, the priesthood costume is common in the world and universal. But in long history, designs may change subtly as times shift.

"I mean, there's no regionality, but changes due to times exist. Based on that, those people...?

No, let's be discreet in our interpretation.

The first priority over those inferences should be to welcome visitors, right?

I take everyone on the top floor of the tower and activate the space leap.

The leap tip is the front of the long torso dragon, a little further away from the.

If you suddenly move closer, it could surprise you.

But the long torso dragons and the priests on their backs were astonished at us for jumping in space.

"Gu. After all, you should have traveled on your own feet, even over time. Sorry to surprise you."

We apologize. There, a gentle voice comes down from overhead.

"Never mind, young lad"

Looking up, the Long Torso stared at us with tender eyes.

"This way, please forgive my sudden visit"

"No. I appreciate you responding to Niemia's call. Please, help us."

"Ugh. I can't say no to my sweet Niemia's favor."

Blue scaled long torso dragon. His eyes are also deep blue and he is healed just by being stared at.

"Nyah. Master Rayaalin's eyes are healing demon eyes. I can just stare and the wound will heal."

"Oh my God!"

I can't believe there's an ancient species of dragon tribe with a nicer special ability than Sleighsta's old snot.

I hug and labor Neemia, who came running over with Priscia and the others.

Neemia also licked my cheeks with joy at a long reunion.

"Ugh...... Letty, take a look. They cross the hedge of the race, they're so close. Ugh, that's nice."

"Dear Sue. Here, wipe your tears."

"Oh, Lord Sue is crying again."

"Master Letty, you shouldn't spoil me too much, should you?

"You two are still good friends,"

Then, from above Lady Rayaalin's back, I heard something, a sobbing voice, a sobbing voice, and a laugh leaking.

"Yep. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome."

I turn to the priests who rode Layaalin to visit me. And I just laughed a little bitterly.

'Cause the priest in the front row is crying to see how we are!

Not only a large grain of tears, but a priest crying blurry as he drips up to his nostrils. One witch gently embraced it.

Apparently, the cleric is Sue and the witch is Letty.

Sobbing Sue and Ayasu Letty. And laugh as you watch, a bunch of witches.

Lady Laryaalin moves the body that was wrapped around her and gives her a long tail. As they moved the tip of their tails in front of the priests riding them, they all moved onto their tails.

The blue, beautiful tail is slowly unloaded before us.

The priests aligned themselves before us as they descended from the tip of their tails, which were unloaded on the ground.

And with clerical manners, I greet you politely.

"We responded to Niemia's request and went over. We will do everything we can to help you."

"Thank you. I'm late, but I represent the eight dragon kings, Elnea Ease, who work in the area."

We greet each other.

Then again, Master Sue cried out.

"Ugh...... Letty, that's amazing. I can't believe that such a young and pretty child holds up demons and dragons, not just people. Ugh."

"Yes. You have gathered gods, dragon men, beasts, ear elders, giants, and also warcraft and spirits. That's really nice, Sue."

Apparently, Master Sue is tearful.

Every time I cry, Letty makes me cry.

Besides, other witches staring around don't hesitate to laugh if that's too much of a routine landscape.

"Yeah, so...?

As I leave the role of sobbing Sue to Letty.

I have to ask about the witches.

Who the hell are these people from?

"Hmm, you won't even have to guess. You know that."

"That means"

Not just you and me, but Madeleine and everyone else swallowed the spit.

"Nha. Everyone, the witches of the ancient capital."

"I knew it!"

"Huh. But Sue is a man, so only Sue is different."

Well, we snort at Niemia's words.

Only women can enter the ancient capital protected by Niemia, Ashel, and Layaalin and other ancient species of dragons.

So did Sue come from another part of the country?

The witches laugh again when I speak of doubt.

Apparently, the witches are the ones who laugh a lot in the first place.

"Hehe. Sue is your lord, so she usually lives while traveling around the capital"

"Eh!

"Only once a year, Sue sees Letty, right?"

"Oh my God!"

I could hear a very interesting story.

Sue seems to be living within the walls heavily applied by the time she reaches the ancient capital, traveling all the way.

Every day is Nojuku.

You're like a shooting star witch. And if you divulge your thoughts, it won't flow anywhere, and you come back to the ancient capital regularly, so it's either a comet, they laughed and returned it.

Yeah, yeah, by the way. Every single one of these, multiple walls, is very far apart and wide.

Well, there's no way it's narrow between them because the Dragon tribe of ancient species protects each layer.

And Sue, who lives while traveling outside the ancient capital, seems to be a special cleric, and in men he rarely qualifies to enter the ancient capital.

But I don't usually live in the ancient capital, according to the rules.

If you live in the ancient capital, you'll see Master Letty every day, and you don't have to be in the wild.

Still, it got me thinking that it must still be special because I'm the one who dares to have a harsh day to discipline myself.

"Come on, as I leave the later greetings to Sue and Letty"

"You have a wounded man."

"Many witches seem to be exhausted"

"Quick, but let's get to work"

The witches started their activities before I or Madeleine asked them to.

"Mr. Elnea. Apparently, you don't need to relieve yourself of Mr. Sleighsta's secret medication."

"You've got reliable backup. Thank you, Neemia."

"Nyah!

The backward support situation, which had been forced (hiccups), was improved by the witch's reinforcement.

We stroke our chests down with relief.

On that front, Master Sue was still crying.