We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Well, stare at the two people in the front again.

A cleric still weeping, Master Sue.

That's an unusual name. Maybe it's a nickname.

I don't have the impression that the lines are thin and reliable clerics who have brought in many witches.

Still, from the way all the witches who came from the ancient capital loved Sue, I guess this person is still the central figure.

Sue, who couldn't stop crying, stretched her fluffy, seemingly soft honey-colored blonde hair to her back and tied it beautifully.

Some of the clerics who work in the temple have grown their hair, so it's not uncomfortable.

However, cleric outfits and ornaments are very different from ordinary clerics.

Sue's cleric outfit looks old-fashioned, just like the other witches she visited.

In the first place, why do you feel old-fashioned when you've never seen a design before?

Anyway.

Even though it was old-fashioned, the design was elaborate for a long time.

Embroidered or beautifully decorated.

Just looking at it, everyone can tell that it is different (about) from a normal cleric.

The clergy also starts with apprenticeships, has ranks with the general clergy, senior clergy, clergy warriors, etc., and it becomes the clergy chief who gathers clergy within the temple.

Sue's cleric outfit is not that of a common cleric to see.

So, are you a senior cleric?

Yeah, I think that's different, too.

I have seen senior clerics many times in the great temples of the kingdoms of Armuard and Yortenitos. Senior clerics have come to this land.

But Sue's cleric outfit is much better than that of a senior cleric.

So, Chief Cleric?

No, no, that's not gonna happen, is it?

I've never heard of the Chief Cleric walking around outside the temple all year round.

Or, you don't even look like a cleric warrior.

Unfortunately, with my awkward knowledge, I'm not sure who Sue is.

Later, let's ask questions around Madeleine.

It is Master Letty who gently refrains from crying Sue like that.

Dear little Letty. This one, too, I guess, is my nickname.

Lady Letty stretches her redhead around her waist and knits it into three pieces.

Yeah, well, the witch's gonna grow her hair in proportion to the height of the floor, right?

Of course, there seems to be an exception, but basically they don't have high-ranking witches with short hair.

Speaking of which, Arda, whom I met in the Forbidden Land, was stretching her silky brunette to the back of her knees.

If you do, isn't Master Letty such a high-ranking witch?

No, no, you're not sure about this either.

Letty's witch outfit was as old-fashioned as Sue's, yet the design was elaborate.

It's well sewn and the fabric is superior.

The bands are modestly embroidered, and the decorations that wrap the hair around them are constructed in a qualitative manner.

This one, too, seems more of a costume than an advanced witch, but unfortunately, only witch heads or witch kings know more than advanced positions (or so).

But I can assure you that Master Letty is not a witch-head or a witch-king.

Because the other witches who took the initiative in treating the wounded are wearing the same costume as Lady Letty.

You'll never have more than twenty witch heads in the ancient capital, will you?

"Ah."

So I remembered something.

"Right. Did you feel old-fashioned because it resembled the outfit that the witch of your dreams was calling for? And I've seen Lady Letty before!

Yes. Not just me, but everyone in my family has seen Lady Letty, right?

That was when I was lured into the dream of the witch of dreams.

It's a comfortable bedroom with sea breezes, just before the witch of her dreams finishes her short awakening and gets a long sleep. We saw a sleeping dream witch and a witch who came into her bedroom between dreams and reality.

I feel like the witch was Letty giving up Sue in front of me.

Then Lady Letty, looking back at my voice, smiled gently.

"Yes. You all came to the bedroom of the Witch of Dreams.

"I knew you recognized us then!?

This is a surprise.

I can't believe Letty in the real world knew who we were in the dream of the witch of our dreams.

"For we too often go to various places through the dreams of the witch of dreams. And it was just before the witch of dreams fell asleep, so the influence was strong around her."

"Really?"

The witch of dreams, she's a special witch, isn't she? I think Letty, who is in charge of that care, is still a special witch.

And the other witches in the same outfit.

"Sorry, it's going to take a little longer for Lady Sue to stop crying"

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I'm so impressed."

"No, never mind"

I can't believe I saw everyone gathered at the Fei Long hunting ground and someone was so moved and tearful.

Or cry too much!?

"Never mind about Sue. Because this girl is always like this."

Then Lady Laryaalin, a longtorso dragon with beautiful blue scales, spoke.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Yes, what is it?

There is no intimidation whatsoever from the voice when it comes to being an ancient species of dragon tribe, but only soft emotions such as kindness and mercy are transmitted. That Layaalin lady has asked a few questions with a slightly strange voice.

"Shortly before I came this way, I saw something strange at the end of the meadow"

"Oh, that's right!

I will also inform the late arrivals of Mr. Ashel and Niemia, as well as the ancient dragon tribes and witches who have decided to enter the war quickly.

"Ho ho, I think of something interesting for people"

"I see, I understand. All right, we'll get you on that op."

"So is Lady Sleighsta of Yin and Yang standing over there?"

"It's a good place to be."

I put it on the dragon-heart and explained it, so it also seemed to pass on to the ancient species of dragon tribes far above.

Besides, the dragon tribes of the ancient species seemed to agree with my operation.

"Now let's say we're going to be in line where we're going to need to be"

Declare, the ancient species of dragons scattered all over the hunting grounds of Fei Long.

Where to? I don't even have to ask.

Definitely, it should hold the dragon pulse stronghold.

"Lily, it's time for you to show your training."

"Yes, sir. I'll do my best."

Old Sleighsta speaks out to Lily after seeing the dragon tribes of the ancient species move aggressively.

Lily had her stomach stroked by the giant demon king, but she flew away with her wings flapped.

Then, now Mr. Ashel, speaks to Levaria.

"So, don't they work better?

"Yeah, annoying. I just got back from a rough job."

Revalia threatens Mr. Ashel by stripping his fangs out.

However, Mr. Ashel saw a painting of a castle fortress that was still raising earthen smoke, recirculated without looking concerned.

"Mr. Ashel, should I care about that one too"

"Leave me alone."

"Yes, then, you will."

Poor thing.

None of the witches who go into the ambulance and see the wounded handily worry about the dragon that ran into the fortress.

I'm sure this is everyday in the ancient capital.

"By the way, Mr. Ashel. Did you bring the Dragon Clan of Guardianship so much that it was okay"

The protection of the ancient capital was neglected because we brought guardian dragons here. Oh, my God, it's the end of the line.

But Mr. Ashel laughs at my worries with her nose.

"I didn't say stupid. We don't imitate things that affect our patronage."

"Well, don't get me wrong."

"Grandpa?"

Old Sleighsta laughs as she looks down at me, apparently mistaken.

"Kuck. Let's solve the misunderstanding. Though it is an ancient species of dragon that protects the layers of the walls stretched over and over the outer contours of the ancient capital. Nothing, not all the more."

"Holy shit!?

"More importantly, the dragon species of the snow dragon live in the layer protected by the snow dragon, and the dragon species of the shadow dragon live in the layer protected by the shadow dragon"

I'm surprised I opened my eyes to Mr. Ashel's explanation.

"That means that the ancient capital is surrounded by ancient species of dragon tribes protecting each layer for each dragon species!

This is really surprising.

Old Sleighsta and Lily, the shadow dragons we encountered on Dragon Peak before, and the evil dragons that appeared in the embargo, and the rainbow dragons that always refrained beside Bartonoir, were all working alone.

So I thought the Dragon Clan of the ancient species lived alone.

"You're an idiot. If I lived alone, it would be hard to find my turn."

"If Mr. Ashel didn't meet a nice male dragon, you weren't even born Niemia!

And when I said, for some reason, a tail attack came down!

Of course, not only my family, who were nearby, but even Sue and Letty, get caught up in Mr. Ashel's tail attack.

"Ugh. Letty, Ashel will never forgive a man..."

"Yes, that's the usual"

Hehe, and with a gentle grin, Master Letty avoids tail attacks with the spell "Star Crossing" with Sue.

I, too, took everyone and activated a spatial leap.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sue, Letty"

"Apologizing for me, right?"

"Geez."

Now, the attack on the front leg has flown relentlessly!

I'm about to be dangerously scratched by a sharp nail.

"Ugh, Master Ashel. The wounded are nearby, so don't be too shy."

Then there's a strong complaint from an unexpected direction!

When he disappeared, a witch from the ancient capital laid her hand on his waist and looked up at Mr. Ashel.

Mr. Ashel takes a glimpse of a temperamental witch looking up at herself and, heh, snorts. But more than that, he stopped poking at me.

"Wow. I can't believe I can give Mr. Ashel a grand opinion!

Just a short exchange right now, I can be sure.

The witches of the ancient capital and the dragon tribes of the ancient species who guard them are bound by a hard bond and a deep relationship of trust.

"Come on, you guys work hard too"

"Haha. Don't let us rob you of your place of action, okay?

"When it comes to a situation where Sue has to be active, it's a rounded face, isn't it?

"Wow, that's tough"

We panic when the witches make a breakthrough.

Yeah, not if you're bickering too long.

The persecuted situation of the rear support forces is being improved by the work of the witches who came from the ancient capital.

But the front-line battle situation, overflowing with demons and demons, had not yet improved.

If you don't hit your hand quickly, the rescue will be wasted because of it.

"Damn...... We can't deal with multiple demons."

"Even demonic opponents are in a situation where weapons and protective equipment are worn out. Unless it's a new piece of equipment, we can't fight any more."

The adventurers of the people being treated by the witches and the warriors of the Beasts were clouding their expressions.

Both swords and spears will destroy the blade if you continue to use it, and in some cases it will break. Even the protective equipment gradually gets damaged, and at the end of the day, instead of protecting itself, it just becomes a disturbing object that inhibits movement.

Some of the rear support units are blacksmiths, and they repair their weapons without rest. But just re-grinding the blade will take time, and if it does, it will take days.

Of course, we have spare weapons ready, but if we keep this up, any of them could release the inventory.

When that happens, the unarmed will not be able to return to the front line, and consequently the power of the war will be reduced.

This is a circumstance.

Demons who have begun to gush more than the number to defeat.

Demons also continue to boil indefinitely.

And the demon king, who is destiny, should appear from now on.

It was amply demonstrated in this short time that not only the dragon tribes of the ancient species, but also Sue and Letty and the witches, were those with extraordinary powers.

But you can't rely on reinforcements from the ancient capital.

So I want those who have managed to cloud their faces to remain active in the future.

Mm-hmm, I suppose.

At that time, a voice descended from the top of the cabinet shaking the aspirations that everyone had in their breasts.

"... do you want power"

Ha, and the adventurer of the people who give you a face.

"Do you want power?"

A warrior of the Beast clan shouts, "I want it."

"... then I'll give it to you"

And he that stood above the court knelt his right hand toward the ground.

"Oh, you...!

Looking up over the cabinet, I scream.

"Aha. Hahahaha!

Those who stood above the cabinet laughed.

From its fingertips, a host of weapons and protective equipment that infinitely overflow.

"Come on, take it. Except if you pull it off, you'll be cursed. Hahahaha!

Under the Lordship, the armor of the Divine Clan and the Devil Clan, which are piled up unwrought, as well as the armor of the Curse.

He who laughingly creates the precious tools that the Forge craftsmen soulfully build as a collection of their lives.

It was Astel, the Duke of Cats!

"Yes, wait a minute. Ah! It is absolutely forbidden to create weapons in the form of old holy swords! Somebody stop that ancestral clan!

Ignoring my cry, or absolutely deliberately, Astel, standing on top of the cabinet, continued to create weapons.

Of course, look at me panicking, holding my stomach and laughing.