We Live in Dragon's Peak

"'Wait a minute!!

When Master Castor's big earth dragon and the Lord was laughing at the evil, the rest of the earth dragon he watched on the far roll raised his voice. And I give it a shiatsu and a ground sound, and I come running over here.

"Hi-no-no."

But among those who didn't have a dragon heart, the caregivers and Graves who didn't understand what I was doing, and Madeleine suddenly shouted and screamed at the dragon that approached me.

When I saw the Mistrals when the other dragons rushed over, my gaze hurt.

It's my fault. What are you doing now, Mistral's cold gaze or your own weight, Luiseine's slightly dazed gaze. Lila's glittering gaze and the sight of a twin princess, what a misunderstanding. And it's because of what a gaze I greatly expected of Priscia something.

Decide not to feel everyone's gaze and turn your consciousness to the impending Land Dragon.

Father's the only one who's sloppy.

"Yeah, we'll get along with you, too, so give me the rice."

"I don't like cows. Yet I have trouble getting cows out every time. Pigs are good. '

"Sheep don't like hairs stuck in their teeth."

Yeah. Am I a cafeteria clerk?

Running over, the dragon comes to me screaming about what he wants to eat and what he likes, rubbing his rind and face off.

But there is no ground dragon with fluffy body hair like Niemia, and I'm only glad it conveys a sore feeling as a mess.

'Yeah, you guys. Out of the way. Elnea's kid's not in trouble.'

Earlier Castor's dragon called me "you" like any other dragon told me his name. And he protects me from other dragons who try to rub against me by pushing each other.

But that's loaded with the bottom line of being the only one who gets along and singles out delicious things. Dragon Heart is communicating its intentions properly.

Calm the so-so gathered grounddragons while smiling bitterly. And I looked back to Master Grave.

Oh, I'm making my face pull as much as I want.

Make a roar or step on the ground. He was surprised by the power of the dragons who pushed him against me. [M]

"Dear Grave,"

Answer my voice with only eyes, Master Grave.

"As you can see, we're getting along!

The dragons around me snort at my words. [M]

"How about that? My words. Did you understand that if you can communicate well, you can get along with the Dragon Clan and build friendship?"

This time I became friends with the Grounddragons by promising to satisfy your food cravings. Other than this one, even if the dragons may have different personalities or different circumstances, what we have in common is not to fail in our efforts to communicate properly.

Even without a dragon heart, at least the Dragons can understand people's words. So if we can get the will through somehow, we'll know for sure. That should eliminate the current situation, which is like conditioning and ruling with fear.

That's what I want to believe.

And I want to do what I can to pave the way to believe. I thought that the first step would be to show this way in practice to key figures in a country like Master Grave.

"But..."

But Grave, feeling like he had finally regained himself, looked at me with surprise, backwards from my thoughts.

"Surely I saw you handsomely nostalgic for that out-of-the-hand Castor ground dragon, but can you say that it fulfilled and made us friends? What if I'm just using it to make you listen to orders? From the looks of it, there's no difference, and it won't prove it."

"Eh."

Unexpected answers. I thought it would be okay if we made friends in front of each other like this, but I'm out-of-heart that you might be mistaken for being in service.

Well, how do I explain it? And worried, the twin princesses pinched their mouths.

"Prince Grave, what are you talking about? I wonder if a dragon with such a gentle face would be in a dragon belonging to the Dragon Knights."

"Prince Grave, what are you talking about? I wonder if there's a dragon in the Dragon Knights that I miss so much."

"No, I don't know the look on your face."

"Really? Excuse me, but it seems to me that the dragons are close to you, Ernea."

"Wow, I look like Elnea and the dragons are getting along too."

Cover me with your mouth. Everyone who started.

"Yeah, well, those guys would be in Ernea's body. I can swallow those words."

"Oh, you recognize us as your own, Elnea."

"Alas, you acknowledge our relationship with Ernea."

"Ugh, that's..."

A caregiver who had refrained on his side opened his fearful mouth to Master Grave, who jammed his words into the princess's penetration.

"I'm afraid I do. At first I was surprised by the movements of the Grounddragons, but if you ask me, it certainly seemed to me that the boy and the Grounddragons were getting along. We've looked after dragons for years, but we've never seen a dragon show more favor to people. Even Master Anya, who grew up with the wild dragon, has never seen him so close to a dragon."

Covered fire from an unexpected location. The caregivers who watched me and the Grounddragons interact all the time spoke to Master Grave.

"My name is His Highness. I also look like Master Ernea is getting along with the Grounddragon. I'm not familiar with the relationship between people and dragons, but at least it doesn't seem like I'm using it to show a tentative initial friendship"

Even Master Madrine covered for me, and Master Grave was finally put in a predicament.

And the stomach was applause and words from an entirely unexpected point of view.

There was a man who slapped his hands on his tits and showed up to the square.

Giant and musculoskeletal. Brown hair stretched wildly, with fine jawbeards and eyebrows, Mien. There are scratches and snags everywhere in the decorative, practically-oriented all-body armor, and a samurai man comes to me with a soft smile that doesn't suit his appearance, showing signs that he was fighting on the front line until earlier.

"Whoa, boy. Isn't that amazing? This is the first time I've ever seen him miss anyone but me."

Master Grave looks blatantly disgusted at the man who applauds him lavishly.

"Castor, where have you been leaving the dragon again?"

"Whoa, brother. I'm back now. And let me advance. These boys and dragons are amiable and tied to a stiff friendship, not a servant. I'm using this guy. I'm telling you. Definitely."

The man who appeared, Master Castor, when he arrived beside me, stroked the head of a big, dark green dragon. The ground dragon is caressed without resistance.

"Huh. It's not unpleasant to be touched by a caster '

The ground dragon tinkles down his throat.

"Actually, I was letting you see how it went from the beginning. I almost put my hands and mouth out if it seemed dangerous. No, it's a great delicacy. Are you the new dragon knight?

I shake my head like a caster smiling from the height I look up to. And the name, my place and the dream I aspire to. That he showed his practice to prove that he could also be friendly with the Dragons for that matter. At the end of the day, I apologized for getting along with the dragon on my own.

"Ha, ha. Never mind, boy."

But instead of being angry, Master Castor stroked my head with pride when he said he was impressed.

It hurts with the armor's armor.

"I got the story. Brother, apparently Ernea, I can't feel any lies in your words, and I think I can trust you, but how about that?"

"Say what, Castor. He's trying to do something that might shape the backbone of the country. I want you to admit it easily."

"Brother, that's different. We royals should take the initiative to listen to this boy and consider him because he may shape the backbone of the country. If this can be advanced by the hands of an abandoned nobleman or one who plots against good, there is a risk that the country will lean."

Oh, he's some decent guy!

I'm surprised at Castor, who can rely on his way of thinking just as much as he looks.

To be honest, I thought the royalty of the kingdom of Yortenitos was just a bit of a strong habit. But Master Castor seems like someone who can tell.

"Isn't that an interesting idea? If his ideals become a reality, he won't have to go out of his way to hunt a flying dragon that will cause many casualties. If I could get along with a dragon, it would be worth a shot."

"But..."

And look at Master Grave like he's in trouble, and smile bitterly at him, Master Castor.

"Well, what would it be if we gave the answer alone as soon as possible? Be sure to talk to your majesty and your shitty loyalists here and let them consider it. Brother, is that okay?

"Ooh. That's okay."

I wonder what it is. I wonder if Master Grave doesn't like Master Castor. Convinced by the feeling of being pushed, Master Grave did not really try to see Master Castor.

"Shall we go to Your Majesty soon, brother?"

"Hey, wait a minute. Castor."

Grave rushes to stop Master Castor, who took his hand off my head and walked out with his big crotch. And I looked around.

"It's a promise. Let me show you my sympathy."

"It's a promise. Let us accompany you."

"Your Highness, it's a promise to you. Master Ernea has shown friendship with the dragon, so if there seems to be no obstacle, we would like to offer our sympathy."

"Guru."

"Oh, have you come to pay your respects to your father, too? All right, then let's all go."

"No, wait. It's Castor."

"Why are you stopping?

"Actually, the guy from Bariatel..."

"Shit, my second brother."

Castor strikes his tongue hard and looks blatantly unpleasant in a way that Master Grave doesn't even have to explain.

"It would be good. I'll be strict. All right, let's go."

I have a feeling I'm going to be very dependable!

Master Castor's back looks so big when he starts walking again.

Let's all go to the king's bedroom like this. That way, Master Castor will take it for granted.

But before that.

"Oh, wait a minute, please"

I wondered if I could stop the prince from marching, but I still had something left to do.

I rushed over to the caregiver and asked him to give me a meal first, telling him what he wanted to eat and whether he liked it or not.

"Was I? I didn't know it was rampant on an empty stomach. I learned."

The meal is supposed to be in the dragon stables before it is put in. Otherwise, because if you eat a cow in the square, many people will see it. Because there are usually people out there who can't prey on beasts and dragons.

But here, the dragon's will to eat first was given priority. I think it's up to the caregivers to keep people off the scene that it's physiologically impossible to see a predatory scene.

Co-prosperity. If you're trying to build a friendship, instead of just sticking this demand to them, you have to listen to them as much as you can.

To my prophecy, the dragons roared in agreement.

"It's really funny. I didn't think they were hungry, either. I just let him eat before he even got here."

Master Castor nods deeply at my interaction with the caregivers.

"It was a forcible army from the eastern border, wasn't it? Looks like a lot of dragons will make you hungry soon."

"I see, I learned"

It's not just rejected. This is how some royal people try to understand me, and it's encouraging to watch Master Castor.

"By the way."

Master Castor looks back toward the ground dragon, as he came up with something.

"He'll probably accept my orders, but he'll never listen to me."

Normally, I think it's the opposite, because it's a relationship you're serving. Obey the order because it's a contract. But maybe people don't ask for favors because they're proud to be handicapped.

To my explanation, Master Castor nodded.

"So if it's your favor to build friendship, will he listen?

"What do you think?"

I lean my neck and see the dragon.

'I have no choice. Say something. I'll do you a favor.'

Even so, suddenly I can't think of a favor.

"Hey, let me roll"

"Say no!"

To words that did not discern whether it was an order or a favor from Master Castor, the Grounddragon roared and showed rejection.

"You see. You won't do me any favors."

... You asked for it now.

While smiling bitterly, I decided to ask the dragon to do the same.

"Yeah, can you roll?

'Oh, leave it to me!

The dragons who took my pleasure. [M] Not only Caster-sama's ground dragon, but all of the ground dragons who were in the square lay down simultaneously, turning their bodies around, rolling one turn.

The sound of a splash and something crushing echoes right after.

"Ahhh!

A saddle attached to the backs of the grounddragons was a crushed and scattered sound by the rolling grounddragons.

"Whoa! My saddle..."

Master Castor was out of line next door.