We Live in Dragon's Peak

"Then how do you show me what you call friendship?"

You'll get it out of your mouth, Master Grave laughing invincibly at you for not believing.

"Yes, I'm going to show it to you, but before I do, I need a favor"

I can't show it off here. Anyway, in this room of the Temple of the Little, there is only Neemiah, the eater who is watching our exchanges and moving his mouth, because there are dragons.

"Please?

"Yes, could you show me to Dragon Stables?"

"Ha ha, do you mean that? Surely if we deal with dragons, we can't show off what you call friendship."

Please, Master Grave, you realize what I'm trying to do now.

What I call friendship and cooperation is quick to show off the dragon clan to their opponents. And the dragon preferably has no current relationship with me. Because I just used tyrants and Yugra-sama to show off, "Look, we'll be good friends," and that won't tell me from Master Grave's point of view if we're really good friends or not.

And this royal castle has dragon stables for dragon knights. The Dragon Clan in Dragon Stables has no contact with me, so if you can let that dragon bud your friendship against them and ask for some favor, etc., you can prove that's not an order by a servant, like I or Philelle told you.

"Even though they are dragon knights, it is not easy to use dragons. Take the time to teach dragons, so they can finally give orders. Ernea, you're here to get along with dragons and show friendship."

Me snorting at Philelle's words.

"Yes, so I'd like you to show me to Dragon Stables."

Confidence... is there.

I have met many Dragon clans in Dragon Peak before. Some dragons of rough character were hard to come by, but mostly if this one speaks amicably, the conversation or so will be concluded.

Well, I guess. I think it was unusual for me as a dragon king or a dragon-hearted person to show my interest.

The place and the situation are different, but you should also be able to have a conversation with the dragons of the kingdom of Yortenitos. And if we had a conversation, I was sure we'd get along.

"Fine. I'll show you around. But if your words are bullshit, I'll feed them to dragons, so be prepared."

"Yes, thank you"

I feel dangerous when a dragon remembers a person's taste, but I wonder if he's thinking about that area. What a wild question I don't put to my mouth.

Instead.

"Well, there's one more thing."

"What?"

Master Grave raises a frown and stares at me.

Perhaps he thinks he's a disgrace to me for doing him a lot of favors. [M] But this is a great opportunity. I want to do what I can here.

"Then another purpose of our visit to the kingdom of Jortenitos is to greet His Majesty the King. The twin princesses were very worried. So when the suspicion of me clears up, will you acknowledge His Majesty's sympathy?"

My destiny is Lyla, but I have a twin princess in front of me.

Lady Grave does not respond to my second favor, but looks at the face of the room in turn. And at the end of the day, I stopped my gaze with Lyla.

"Oh, Lord Ernea, you've come to pay your respects to His Majesty."

Here Master Madeleine opened her mouth.

"It was just fine. As they visit, I also ask to see His Majesty."

"What!?

Lady Grave returned her gaze from Lyla to Lady Madrine.

"How long will you keep me waiting for the witch-head? We haven't had an interview with His Majesty in five days, and we're waiting here."

To be honest, I wonder if I can visit a king in critical condition. If you're close to collapse, it's not a case of sympathy.

That was my biggest concern on this visit, but as far as Master Grave and Philelle were concerned, I didn't feel the rush to collapse immediately.

'Cause if it wasn't long before my life, I'm sure the royal castle would be in a great hurry in many ways by now. But there seems to be plenty of room to imprison one of the princes or to come and see the woman of your choice, so I guess it's not a dangerous situation right now.

And then I want to pay you a visit.

"Oh, I'm worried about your Majesty's condition."

"I would like to see His Majesty only once in your life."

The twin princess deliberately asks Lady Grave to do the honors.

"Grunt. But..."

Lady Grave hangs out at Madeleine's temper and the plea of the twin princesses.

"Brother. I would like to see His Majesty, too. Why can't I see him, the prince?"

"That's..."

Oh, my God. I can't believe Philelle hadn't even met him yet.

When I looked at Filrell in surprise, he explained with his shoulders flaunted.

"I came back in a hurry with the news that Your Majesty was in danger. Brother Bariatel is bringing the curser again, and he cannot enter the bedroom because he is in prayer."

Brother Bariatel, Philelle said, is the second prince of the kingdom of Jortenithos. When Lady Grave presided over the military and Lady Bariatel was involved in internal affairs, the twin princesses put in a supplement.

And the cursers are people who are different from the cursers.

The spellmaster uses curses and diverse spell tools, a technique that interferes with the Mori universe. Unlike that, cursers are those who pay for weather and people-affected illnesses in prayer and moody rituals.

It is famous for its prayers to cure rain begging and incurable diseases, but it was not so credible that unlike a spellman, a curser was generally neglected.

"That's right. You can't put this witch's head aside and prioritize the monstrous curser, can you?

"Well, that's my brother..."

Dear Grave,

"Let us interrupt and meet the prayer of the curser"

"But His Majesty is in critical condition. Meetings…"

"Alas, if you are still in critical condition, isn't that my turn? I tell you that it is not the curser, but this witch-head who will take your sire."

"That's right. It's decided that the royal family is to be witch-headed or the equivalent."

"That's right. The witch's head needs to take care of it to avoid a succession fight."

Other than accidental or sudden death. If the royalty is lost due to illness or life expectancy, they prove that the witch-head was not killed in a successor fight by his imminent presence. By virtue of the proof of this, the extra succession dispute is eliminated and the successor is chosen in a formal procedure.

"If you say you are in critical condition, take me to Your Majesty's side now"

"If you're not in critical condition, I'd like to see you."

"A curser is full of suspicions."

"Grunt..."

Either way, Master Grave has to take Master Madeleine or the twin princesses to the king.

As Madeleine said, I think the role of nursing is witch-headedness, and it would be rude to turn down the desire of the princess of the neighbouring country to see you.

Or did Madeleine pack it here for that? Convinced.

"Come to Your Majesty"

"Come on, admit your sympathy"

"Come on, show us, not the curser"

Stuck by the three of them, Master Grave let him pull his face and lag behind.

"Ma, wait. Bariatel has custody of this matter. I don't know anything! In the first place, I'm clearing up Ernea's suspicions right now. Let Bariatel handle their case!

"Thank you. You're helping me clear my suspicions."

"Oh, no... the..."

It conveys strongly that it is one glass at a time.

Three beautiful women are pressing me into a logical escape route, and I'm running weird all over the place, Master Grave.

"Yep! Elnea, follow me! I'll show you to Dragon Stables myself."

Ah. I got away.

Lady Grave ran away from the three beautiful women, took my hand and rushed out of the room.

No, no. I'm not glad you took my hand, even if you want to show me around.

I am forced by Master Grave to leave the temple. [M] And everyone followed me with a slight glimpse of it.

"Elnea's gonna be sad to watch a man pull her hand."

"Mr. Mist, don't say that."

"Is your brother walking with a guy?

"No, I'm not. We're going to be active."

"Can Master Ernea really get along with the Dragon Clan?

"No problem. Elnea, you were loved by everyone at Dragon Peak."

"No problem. Whatever happens, we love you, Ernea."

"Nah."

Everyone who follows you as you have thoughtful conversations.

I'm not too nervous.

Witches and clerics join in, and we all leave the Little Temple. And as I was crossing the corridor leading to another building, I noticed something noisy outside.

I don't know, and Master Grave keeps his hand on me, exploring the signs outside.

"Shit, it's Castor's guy"

Did Master Grave also notice the noise outside, staring far from the corridor window?

At the end of the gaze there is a courtyard, and at the end there is another building or corridor, which cannot even be seen as the culprit of the noise. But when I explored the signs, I realized there were a few dragons ahead of me.

"Looks like you have a ground dragon. How about proving it with dragons instead of dragon stables?"

To my suggestion, Lady Grave stops and looks back. And he laughed at me with his nose.

"Ha ha. You think we're dealing with Castor's land dragon? I'll make you regret that word."

"E, Herneau. Unlike the others, Brother Castor's land dragons are fierce. And the dragon knights' land dragons are not taught like flying dragons."

Philelle, who rushed in to crack it, told me.

Castor is the third prince of the kingdom of Jortenitos. He's usually the captain of the Eastern Defense Forces protecting the country from demons that influx near the eastern border. That seemed to be what I had just come back to hear about the king's condition.

And the Dragon Knights' Land Dragon serves in a different way than the Flying Dragon?

It seems that there are several flocks of ground dragons, mainly in the northern mountainous areas. And instead of catching them in grounddragon hunting, they're capturing injured and vulnerable grounddragons, or fishing and serving rich livestock as bait.

So it seems that some of the most beloved grounddragons of character can serve without teaching. And Caster-sama's land dragons are not taught, and they follow the contract that only fine bait and Caster-sama will obey.

I laugh bitterly when I hear Philelle explain that there is a way to make the Dragon tribe obey, even if there is no discipline.

I don't think the exact same hand would work for a ferocious, belligerent Fei Long, but if you have a different hand from the way of hurting him and forcing him to serve, I likewise wanted Fei Long to make a trial and error.

Or did you become a means like now because you couldn't?

"I mean, I don't listen to anything other than Brother Castor, so he doesn't even go into the dragon stables, and when he comes back, he's always rambling."

I see. Is that why you're rambling?

"Then it's not yet. I will try to get along with the dragon!

I look at Master Grave confidently, but he doesn't seem to believe it.

"It would be good. I'll show you around. But whatever happens to you, I don't know."

Instead of being a trained or lovely dragon in a dragon stables, I chose my own rough ground dragon. Of course I can't say if anything happens with this, it's Master Grave's fault.

When I snorted at Lady Grave's words, he changed course and led me to a place where the dragon of Castor's land was raging.