We Live in Dragon's Peak

No one could react to Mistral's words. I, of course, can't capture what Mistral's words mean, and my head turns white for a moment.

Shortly after a large crowd of people packed into the king's bedroom stopped moving.

Only Mistral moved faster than anyone else.

Leaving my side at an unexpected speed, I approach with one foot the false curser that Bariatel, the man who pointed out that he was a Demon, had brought him here.

"Shit."

The man tried to escape, but about hit the accidental mistral, blown to the wall. And shortly after he resisted, he was feathered by Mistral.

"Hey, every what!?

Grave, who returned to me with the shock sound of a man crashing into the wall of his bedroom, turned his gaze first to us, and after seeing the queen and Bariatel, he shifted his gaze in turn to the man Mistral had seized.

"This is the curser? Don't be an idiot. This guy's a superior demon!

Mistral, who sealed the man's movements by trying to push him against the wall, says without alarm. To the words, upset spread to everyone in the bedroom.

I also breathed and saw a man held up by Mistral.

The man still looks like someone who just doesn't have the characteristics in my eyes. I'm sure everyone but Mistral on this occasion looks the same.

But it's not.

Mistral is a dragon tribe, capable of nursing his opponent's race just by looking. If you spotted Mistral as a demon, the man being held up is still definitely a demon.

Above all, the pressing signs that Mistral usually doesn't show tell the story of the dangers of a man.

"Mmm, Mist's right."

"Ah."

Priscia and Niemia tell me with a harsh face.

Yes, I was. These two can distinguish between species, right?

My family all trust Mistral and know who Priscia and Niemia are and what they are capable of. So I instantly moved on to alert action.

Lyla can hold Priscia and back off. Around that perimeter Luiseine began to develop his boundaries with magic. The twin princesses hold hands with each other, Nina gives dragon air and frees them, and Uffi smells them. Instantly a dense dragon chi filled the room.

And I unleashed the dragon jewels in my body all at once.

Castor leaks out his voice to my signs of an explosion and swelling.

"Hey, what's up! I will not tolerate such a wretch in His Majesty's bedroom!!

The next thing we swallowed was the queen. He's still in Philelle's custody, but he's turned a sharp eye on us for his temperament.

By the way, Master Grave and Master Caster stand side by side and seem to be calmly trying to analyze the situation. And while doing so, he is repositioning himself to the king's bedside as he breathed together. I moved to a position where I could protect the king in case of an unforeseen situation.

Maybe this area is a royal family responsible for martial arts on boulders.

And the Kingsguard knights packing up at the bedroom entrance set up their weapons to alert us, not the curser man Mistral had seized.

"Woman, don't bullshit me. And let the Curse Master go. Otherwise, you can't forgive a girl or a child. If you don't want to die, surrender."

When Master Bariatel said so, the Kingsguard knights moved forward with killing.

"Wait!

I shouted to the Kingsguard knights and Barriers who pointed the cutting-edge of their swords at me.

"She said, Mistral is a dragon tribe. The Dragon Nation has the ability to break through the species. So she's not lying!

"Who do you think would believe the words of a fellow woman?

"Dear Brother Bariatel, I also know that Mr. Mistral is a Dragon Nation!

"Philelle, you are being fooled and deceived by that man. Go back to your sanity."

"It is you royalty who are being deceived. This man is a superior demon and wrong."

Mistral says without alarm staring at the man of the curser.

"Or do you say that you, who unite people, are connected to the Demons?

"Don't be stupid. Demons are a threat to us, too. with such people?"

"Then why is this demon clan cursing cursers and people who call themselves false kings!?

"A curse? Bullshit, too. The Curse Master is paying me the opposite of the curse that the ghost put on His Majesty! You are not the evil spirits with ghosts!

Dear Bariatel, pointing and shouting at Lyla. Lyla was stiffened by Dear Bariatel's terrible words with her eyes closed strongly and Priscia in her arms.

Something broke in me about what Bariatel said and did.

"Give me Lyla... don't call me a ghost!!

In response to my anger, the dragon power of Dragon Treasure Ball exploded.

A wave of dragon air overflowing from your body spreads indoors into multiple waves and out of the castle.

And the fluctuations in dragon air reacted unexpectedly.

A man of the curse who touched multiple dragon air fluctuations cramps with Bikun.

"Hey, what..."

A part of the body not held back by a mistral cramps hard and a painful voice leaks out of the man's mouth.

"My lord the curser. What have you done?

The fluctuations also swallowed Bariatel and Kingsguard knights who should not be able to sense dragon air.

Pushed by shockwave-like forces, many are on their buttocks and knees.

Still, Master Bariatel managed to stand. But as he looked at me with his eyes as if he were a horrible man, he said with his back.

And I glanced back at Master Bariatel like that, and the man of the curse responded with a creepy laugh.

"Kuku... Kuku..."

A man of the curse, who was supposed to be feathered by Mistral and deprived of his liberty, stuck an invincible grin on his face and looked at me funny.

"No way, what a situation like this, who can predict..."

The man of the curse continues his words like a soliloquy.

"If you come back from use, you say you're the daughter of the Dragon Nation? On the contrary, you think you're a dragon chi handler? Isn't it more impossible to predict something like this? Kukuku......"

"Lord Curse, what are you talking about?

After all, can I say that this man is still a curser? As we breathe and stare at the creepy laughter and words, the curser transforms.

The face of a mediocre man without any characteristics melts down and his skull bursts out.

It wasn't just my face. Where you can see it from the gap in your clothes. The skin and flesh of the neck and hands also melt away, turning into the figure of the skeleton.

"Necromancer!

When Mistral said so, he shook his fist up, with or without it, and shook it down to the changed skull of the man who was the curser.

The sound of hard objects cracking and crushing echoes indoors.

And at the same time, a creepy laugh echoed of a man who was a curser, an advanced demonic necromancer.

"Kuck. With such a fist, can you kill Noon? Kuhaha. Nevertheless, I don't know what a vibrant dragon chi is going to be. Do people exceed dragon people? Kukuku......"

With his face smashed to pieces by Mistral, the Necromancer burst into a bone and laughed.

"Hey, what..."

"Whoa, that was an unexpected development."

While confused, Lady Grave and Lady Castor pull out their swords and set themselves up. There are signs of ordinary people drifting from the two of us.

Contrary to the two princes, the queen, who was being held by Philelle, screamed at the creepy figure of the Necromancer and blew bubbles and passed out.

And I didn't miss Bariatel's complex expression.

The queen, who screamed and passed out, was a danced being. I must have trusted the man who cursed me. So the queen, who was the only one in and out of the bedroom, must have been uncomfortable with the dragon's head in the room, and acted as she was told.

Maybe it was close to brainwashing. Were you put into a pure desire to do something about a king lying in a serious disease? It's an impossible part of us to measure, but at least the queen is white.

But...

How about Bariatel, who came forward and was behind us and the Kingsguard knights who put weapons on the Necromancer?

A deceitful breeze, like Bariatel who put into words how confused the situation was, but I couldn't see any confusion in that look.

I didn't miss seeing the color of the idea of how to get through this scene in some of the complex expressions earlier.

And my worries go away.

"Kukuku. Ha ha... Prince, it's the end of it that moves"

The Necromancer laughs.

"I've already exposed myself so far. Then let's go bold."

Even now, the Necromancer is being feathered by Mistral. With half of his dewy skull beaten to pieces by a mistral, he still rattles his teeth and laughs without a sense of crisis.

"Shit."

Master Bariatel smashed his tongue.

"Bariatel. What do you mean!

It was at the same time that Master Grave shouted and Master Bariatel moved.

When Master Bariatel pulls out his lower back sword, he is slashed without question by the Chancellor beside him. It was an old body, and the civilian prime minister had not been able to recover from the turmoil in the field, and fell screaming at the vicious blade of Master Bariatel.

But Master Bariatel's movements never stopped there. Next, turn your bloody sword to Philelle, who is about to hold a lost queen.

Though a woman, a large adult. Moreover, Phylell, who had a real mother, can't react while grasping Bariatel-like's movements.

A sharply protruded tip of Bariatel's sword struck Firrell and the queen.

Immediately afterwards. No, the treble sounds in the bedroom.

With a single hair, I jumped between Philelle and Master Bariatel in a spatial leap, and with a white sword, I broke through and protected Philelle.

It was only for a moment that Master Bariatel pulled out his sword, slaughtered the Chancellor and lay low, attacking Firrell and the Queen.

But even at that moment, it was enough time for us to prepare ourselves for battle.

From Ares, who manifested herself in the breath of Azumi, she received the white sword she had deposited and moved into action in a moment's time.

Master Bariatel, who suddenly appeared in front of him and was prevented from poking at his synagogue, looked stunned. And many who were indoors were stunned to open their eyes to Dear Bariatel, who showed unexpected movement.

"Always this guy..."

Master Bariatel turned from a stunned look to an angry look, staring at me, the indoors, and the Necromancer.

"... you're just incompetent!

I say and wave the sword in my hand. When I recieved it with my white sword, I stood guarded at a distance.

And open your mouth to hatred.

"Gordoba, isn't that a different story?"

I tell him to throw up, staring at me relative.

"Kuku. I told you. Is this a predictable situation?"

Goldba seems to be the name of the Necromancer.

"Shit. Even if it's unpredictable, they're all fools, even if they're superior demons, to talk about their relationship with me."

"You tell me, you have a people-like attitude"

Master Bariatel utters hateful words, but Goldba kept laughing at him for making fun of the situation on this occasion.

How can you afford to say that this is a Mistral bound situation. Mistral is also wary of Goldba's spare attitude and asks how he is doing, refraining from the next attack.

"At this time. Let's kill everyone in this room. That's quick. Kuku... cursing and killing the king, keeping incompetent king children away from the capital and taking power, etc., has gone too far in the first place."

"Shit, it's a perfectly talkative skeleton."

"Kuku. Ha ha... you must be the one who rode that well-spoken nonsense."

Everyone was breathtaking, not just me, to the stunning fact that Goldba spoke.

"Bariatel, you…"

Neither does Master Grave have much to say in his confession.

Master Castor opened his mouth gently and with surprise he just looked at Master Bariatel.

"... Fine. You can't go back when this happens. I don't have a choice, I'll kill you all!

From the sword in the hands of Master Bariatel, who cried out, a blacker temper erupted.