We Live in Dragon's Peak

I exhale in a rough breath and see Listea captured by magic.

Listaire was distressed and staring at us on one knee on the ground.

"I didn't expect you to defeat each other."

I couldn't look directly at the ugly, distorted Listener's face and turned away.

I wonder how it got like this.

When did it start with people dyeing their hands in evil because they didn't like the Dragon Nation?

Was the Listeer I knew a lie? [M]

I moistened my eyes a little. [M]

"Well, apparently it's over."

From the shadow of the rock, Mr. Ludriard, who drew Priscia's hand, shows up and comes to us.

That. What about Mistral?

I thought, Mistral came out of the cave.

"All the people inside were unconscious."

Apparently at some point, Mistral has been inside the cave to see how things are going.

Mistral comes to us too. [M]

And all of us, we looked down at Listea from outside the scope of the spell.

Listeer can't even move her neck, staring at me and Mr. Ludriard, who hatefully stood at the end of her gaze.

Priscia was turning behind Mistral pulling her hand.

"Hey, brave man. Hello."

Listeir spits at Mr. Ludriard, who greets him with one hand up in peace.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Oh well. Don't you know my face?"

The bitter Mr. Ludriard had a nagging smile on his face, but his eyes weren't laughing.

"Ernea. Is this the brave man?

I nod at Mistral, who sees Listeir with his surprised eyes.

"Not like this, I wanted to introduce you to Mistral as my best friend"

Anyway, I wanted to introduce Mistral to Listeer. She's my daughter-in-law.

But that wasn't quite right.

It's the worst kind of face-to-face meeting.

My sinister expression makes Mistral look even more suspicious first.

Next, Priscia tilted her little neck, and Niemia rang after her.

"Is this really the brave guy?

Luiseine snorts at Mistral, who listens back again.

"Yes, definitely"

"Hmm, this is the brave one"

I doubt it, even Mr. Ludriard has looked at us.

"Hey, why are you so suspicious?"

I don't know why you suspect me.

Me and Louiseine have been going to the same school as Listeer ever since spring.

You look ugly now, but there's no way we could have seen it wrong.

"But..."

Mistral says something and swallows the words.

"Mm-hmm. This guy's a demon."

But Priscia, who doesn't read the atmosphere of the place, suddenly said something absurd.

"Eh."

I didn't understand your words, Priscia.

Listeir's the Demon Clan?

That can't be right.

Because he was chosen by the Holy Sword and he's a brave man.

There can be no such thing as a brave man being a demon.

But Listeir, who was pointed out as a Demon Nation, was upset and pale.

"Oh, come on, the brave ones are the demons? That's just unbelievable. Lady, why did you think I was a demon?"

Mr. Rudriard was just as unexpected, he was surprised.

"Hmm, just look at it and you'll see."

I'll tell you what's normal, Priscia.

"What Priscia is saying is true. I can only see this man as a demon."

And Mistral agrees with Priscia's words, too.

I'm surprised you can say it all, Mr. Ludriard.

But me and Louiseine knew.

The Mistral of the Dragon Nation can only be seen like a Divine or Demonic Nation to see the other race.

I didn't confirm it, but apparently, Priscia's ear clan also knows.

"What, so Listeir was a demon tribe"

Is that the case? I can't believe the Demons lived in confusion with the people and were even chosen as holy swords.

"I don't know. In the first place, I wonder what the Elnairs believe him to be a warrior's listeer."

"No, you'll see. This look is Listaire herself. And you have a holy sword."

To my words, Priscia leans her little neck again. [M]

"Mm-hmm. That's a demon sword."

"Eh."

Mistral, Niemia and everyone but herself were surprised by Priscia's bomb statement.

"Ko, is this the Devil's Sword?

"Oh well, is the Holy Sword the Devil's Sword?"

"That can't be right. Grandpa said the Holy Sword was a very powerful curse sword."

I was aggressive and said what Old Sleighsta used to say, and I hurriedly blocked my mouth with my right hand.

"Heh. Do you know a grandfather who can say with certainty that the Holy Sword is a spell sword? That's what I want to see."

Mr. Rudriard looks at me curiously.

"Oh, better than that"

I distract myself in a hurry.

"I don't know what you mean by this being the Devil's Sword"

In my words, everyone's gaze turns to the sword of Listener.

"Seems quick to ask him."

Tell me, Mr. Ludriard approaches the edge of the shadow of the Three Days Moon, which shows the extent of the junction.

If you go into the shadow of the Three Moons, Mr. Ludriard will also be tied up, so you can't get any closer.

"Speaking of which, you're supposed to have this fellow in the cave. I wonder what he looked like."

I didn't know what Mistral meant, but I tell him what the Sluttons look like.

Then Mistral thought with one hand on his chin.

"There wasn't a single man in the cave. I had a little kid, though. Besides, there were no women or witch outfits like that."

"Oh, well."

Aren't you in the cave?

Then I wonder if he was out there. Then you might get ambushed if you were caught off guard.

But Listea assured me she was in the cave.

What do you mean?

Confusing me. Louiseine also looked at me with a troubled look.

I mean, he's a phony.

Mr. Rudriard pulls the curse sword out of his waist.

Fake?

Is there such a phony with two faces of melon?

Or do the Demons have the magic of change?

"Come on, who are you? If you don't confess, I'll torture you."

Mr. Rudriard stares down at Listea in a nimble manner.

"Hey, what are you talking about, I'm a real brave listaire"

"Yeah, right. Then say the names of this boy and the witch. If it's real, you could say about the name of your best friend."

"Well, who takes your orders?"

A dagger pierces Listhea's thigh as she tries to cut white.

"Grrr."

Listea screaming and distorting her face.

"I'll just give you one more chance. What are the names of these children?"

Take another dagger out of your nose and set it up, Mr. Ludriard.

I hate torture, but now I wonder if this is the only way.

Louiseine also kept quiet and watched over the way things were going.

If it's a real Listener, you could say about our name.

It's not like I'm gonna put up with it until I'm tortured.

Speaking of which, Listaire hasn't called us by our name since she confronted us.

If you're a phony, you don't even know our names.

Gyu, tie your mouth and show resistance Listea.

Then next, on his right wrist with a sword, a dagger pierced him.

"Grrr."

"Oh, no, it's easy to calculate close range."

Mr. Ludriard sounds delighted as he retrieves yet another dagger.

This man has no hesitation in torture.

Me and Louiseine can't help but watch the two interact.

Mistral stares at Listeir without alarm.

Priscia blocked her ears from the top of her plump hat, turning her back.

Yeah, it's a bad influence on your kids, so stay put.

"Where are we going next?"

Listea pulls a dagger with one hand against Mr. Ludriard.

"Oh, I'm the brave one..."

Mr. Rudriard showed the pitching set-up toward Listeir, who also tried to cut the white.

"Ma, wait. I'll tell you everything, so help me."

I wonder if they didn't like torture with severe pain, even though they were demons.

Listeer hastily noticed.

"Well, let me tell you from who you are."

Although Mr. Rudriard only solved the throwing arrangement, he looks at the listeer without alarm.

Even though Listeir is already debilitated and even more captured by Louiseine's magic, this degree could also be defeated if the Demons really are.

I stood guarded by dragon temper, too.

Because if you make it look like you've noticed and get raped, you'll be in trouble.

But Listeer honestly told me if she really noticed any signs of lack of alarm from the Quartet.

"Oh, we are indeed demons, as you say. It's a minority tribe that specializes in change. But we were also threatened, and we had no choice but to come to the land of the people."

"Threatened?

That's like an excuse to come in and be frightened.

Did Mr. Rudriard feel it, too, set up a dagger silently?

"Ma, wait. It's true. I won't lie to you for this period."

Face pale listaire.

Yeah, this guy's a fake, right?

"Come on, break this curse once and for all. Let's unravel the magic of change."

I don't trust you.

"Believe me, the truth is our clan is warm."

"The Demons are warm?

"Ah, there will be fierce men in your people. No wonder the Demons have warm tribes."

"Indeed. But if you make any strange moves, I won't forgive you."

Mistral pulls out a pitch-black single-handed stick and sends a signal to Luiseine with his eyes.

As we stood, Louiseine broke the spell.

Then False Listeir unraveled the magic of his own change while suppressing the place where the dagger stabbed him to pain.

I don't cast a spell, I don't utter temper words. I can't see the magic, but I know that the phenomenon that happened in front of me clearly activated the magic.

I was alert for a moment, but the fake listeer didn't lie.

The face of the fake listeer melts loosely.

And from inside, a pale white face appeared with no eyes, ears, or nose.

As my face melts, Louiseine and I face each other.

When the face that looked like Listea completely melted off, it turned into a bright white face with only a mouth.

Continuing to melt out the hand hand that was visible from the clothes, it turns into a white figure, still, just the back of the fingerless hand.

The false holy sword that was being held falls to the ground.

"This is who our clan really is."

We are stunned by the fake listeer, which is white and looks like an unfinished ceramic doll.

Is this the devil tribe?

I knew the Demons had many figures, and even the ruins saw winged guys and little ghosts.

But I can't believe some people look so inorganic.

"We are a minority tribe. It can be said that it is about to perish. I live secluded on the border, and I don't like every fight. But there were those who saw our magic of change."

The demon tribe, whose mouth was alone, speaks with a distorted expression to the pain of the wound.

I felt creepy watching her make an expression with no eyes or nose.

They've captured our clan and blackmailed us.

"Who caught you and threatened you?

"And I don't know. They're on the lower end anyway. It was the fat slaver who caught us and threatened us."

"Yeah, something's lying. You think we'll believe such a convenient story?"

I snort at Mr. Rudriard's words, too.

There's no credibility in what this demon is saying. There's no evidence, and it's harder to believe it.

"I told you. We are inherently a warm species. Few are on the verge of extinction. Even I want to survive."

The Demons desperately ask for help.

"If you'll let me live, I'll cooperate with you on everything. Please help me. If I run back like this, they'll kill me if I fail."

The Demons tugged their feet to Mr. Rudriard's feet and fell down.

We face each other in trouble.

"Oh well. There were people like this in the Demon Clan, right? I thought I was all brutal and horrible when it came to demons."

Louiseine looks at me with a complicated look.

As for the witch's position, I guess I can't help the Demon Clan.

But the appearance of the demon clan in front of me, desperately begging Mr. Rudriard for his life with red blood from his wrist and thighs, seemed too pathetic.

"It will also be problematic to kill without being able to obtain certainty. It doesn't look very strong to see the battle with the Erneans earlier, and you might want to capture them once and find out more."

Ms. Rudriard nods at Mistral's suggestion.

"Sure, you don't know if it's a lie or a truth, even if you just asked. The matter of the False Dragon Nation is likely to subside, and we withdraw it once and for all."

"Please wait."

I scream in panic.

There's one thing I need to check.

"Is the real Listeer safe?

I know this demon tribe was a phony. But I'm curious how things have changed.

What if something bad happened to Listeer?

That's how I got goosebumps.

"Are you a real brave man? I don't even know that far. The magic of this change can turn into the appearance of the person touched. I was the first to turn into a town girl, to approach a brave man, to touch and change."

"Well, you have no effect on Listeer."

"There isn't. It changes only to those who touch it. Our clan specializes only in the magic of change."

I relieved myself of the Devil's words. [M]

"Come on, we'll talk more about this when we get back to headquarters. If you cooperate with us, I will guarantee your life. Comfortable with a three-meal nap."

Kaka, laughing Mr. Ludriard.

You're being highly treated.

"That's why. You guys, take this demon tribe politely. The ones sleeping in the cave are also bandits. Take him with you!

Suddenly Mr. Ludriard wondered what he was talking about, and a large number of patrol soldiers appeared from nearby rock shades and bushes.