We Live in Dragon's Peak

In the end, we became muddy without exception.

It's not because Priscia and Ares played mucky.

It was the bones of the ground dragon that were sinking into the swamp, which could be found immediately. But I had trouble pulling up my bones.

Even if you dive, your vision is dark in muddy water.

At the sinking toe I set the location of the bone and inform Niemia. [M] Niemia grew up and stuck her hand in the swamp, pulling me through hard.

To this extent, it's just me and Niemia who need to get dirty in the mud.

The ground dragon bones that were sinking in the mud are, of course, dirty with mud. We have to pay for that mud and determine which parts are available.

So we all split up and worked on paying for the bone mud Niemia pulled up.

The areas taken from the remains of the ground dragon are fangs, bones and nails. It was a thick skull, thick tail bones, backs and horns.

The recovered material goes to Niemia's back, which is being kept large.

I was hoping for Ares' mysterious space, but I didn't want to store the dirty stuff, he categorically refused.

"Is this enough?

"Because I don't make very big things. If we run out, we'll come back for it."

"I'm tired..."

"Come on, Priscia and Ares. The mud game is over."

"I get it!

"It's sweet."

"It's finally over. But my face and my hands are dirty with mud."

"It's finally over. But my hair and clothes are dirty with mud."

"Right. They're all muddy. Good day. Okay, we can't just leave like this, and we're all gonna stop by the hot springs and go home?

"Hot springs?"

The Mistrals looked at me wondering where the hot springs were in the dragon's graveyard.

"You have, you have an open-air bath with a spectacular view!

"That's why I'm here. Hello, Mr. Irie."

When we arrived at the dragon altar in the trail of the Dead Volcano on Niemia's back, we greeted Mr. Irie.

"You're really, really free to live."

"Eh. Is that right? I'm still very busy with this."

Mr. Irie stares at us with a bitter gaze when we come here in a muddy place.

I greeted him and reached out to him to shake his hand.

Could they refuse me because they say my hands are dirty?

Even so, I only cleaned my hands. and I'm the only one who showed a little hesitation, and Mr. Irie grabs my hand without a reluctant bare gesture.

And.

"Doraaah!

"Yikes!

With all my might, I was thrown into a lake that stretched around the island.

It wasn't just me.

Louiseine and Lyla, who saw how I treated them and screamed and fled, were also thrown away without question.

Yufi and Nina stood up and resisted with the Dragon Feng Sword, but were kicked in the blink of an eye.

Priscia, Ares and Niemia are happy to go to the lake from themselves.

Only the rest of Mistral confronts Mr. Irie from the front, staring at each other.

But then I jumped into the lake myself.

"Hey there, come clean up"

"Yeah. Eh. I wanted to take an open-air bath at Mr. Irie's house."

Even so, drop the mud beautifully in the lake.

Mr. Irie was watching us on the shore.

Even in summer, the water in the lake in the alpine mountains is cold.

But that feels good.

Yufi and Nina came flying water as we were running mud, so I'll fight too.

Priscia and Ares shake together on Niemia's back, a big figure playing shabby.

Louiseine was washing Lyla's hair mud for her, and Mistral was wiping her clothes and hair mud to make her feel good.

"Look, I knew you weren't free. Whatever the situation, we're finding ourselves enjoying ourselves."

"Ha, if you ask me...... So, how about Mr. Irie with you?

"Ernea?"

"Mr. Elnea?

I just asked her out in a light mood, but Mistral and Louiseine stared at me.

Mr. Irie was laughing.

Mr. Irie has plenty of hair, plump breasts, and glossy limbs, but she's a little different, isn't she?

Maybe the women are just a little resistant to it.

But when the women show how troubled they are, it is Mr. Irie who follows them disgustingly.

"Then don't hesitate"

"Hey, hey, Mr. Irie! I wonder why you take your clothes off!?

Mistral, who hastily returned to shore, stops Mr. Irie, who took off his clothes without hesitation.

"It's horrible..."

"I'm scared..."

Yufi and Nina were shaking and watching.

"Master Ernea, you can't cheat."

"No, no, I didn't cheat or anything like that, because Mr. Irie's not, is he?

Look at everyone's gaps, Lyla, hugging me.

Under the water, Lyla's wet body becomes entangled.

The warmth of Lila's human skin feels better than usual because of the cold water around her.

"Mi, misto!

To Lyra's run out, but Louiseine hadn't noticed.

That should be it, too.

Mistral out of the pond was wetting his whole body.

We walked into the lake with our clothes on, but wet clothes were sticking to Mistral's thin body, showing a colourful outline.

Mistral with his wet clothes strained to his body is many times more glossy than Mr. Irie, who was about to take off his clothes.

Mistral noticed my gaze and stared.

Phew, and pretend to get out of sight, and still look at Mistral.

"He's a boy."

"Okay, I think I'll be forgiven."

Pfft.

As one boy, I'm not going to lose sight of you as much as I'm a little angry!

Just here, staring at the colourful appearance of Mistral.

Mistral is not ashamed to be seen naked by me originally.

Though I glanced at him with my eyes, the blunt instrument didn't even fly in, and he was still trying to stop Mr. Irie from taking off his clothes.

"It's a bad idea to look only at Master Mist."

In the water, Lila with my arm.

Lyla also looked colorful in the water.

Shaken by water, loose clothes. The chest of the pressing chest opened wide and was about to spill out now.

"Shit, Lyla's got me ahead of her."

"Shit, Lila's running away is a success."

"Hey, both of you. Why are you taking your clothes off there!

Lewiseine rushes into a stop, immersed in the lake, to Yufi and Nina, who stripped out their clothes for a one-shot reversal.

Luiseine, who is doing so, also had her clothes disrupted by the water flow.

Hmm.

Nice reward.

It must be a reward for me for doing my part in finding the dragon's remains out of the swamp.

Priscia and Ares were already playing sooo poo.

When I thought about it later, I only touched a little bit of jealousy that Mr. Irie had seen Mistral's colorful appearance.

We played in the lake. [M]

Mr. Irie took off his clothes and gave up going into the lake, leaving us to go prepare for an open-air bath.

No way, after this, we'll all take a bath...

My lower heart didn't come true, but an open-air bath after a cold lake felt great.

"... a drawer. Wouldn't that be a good idea? So, what do you want me to do?

After we took a bath, we talked about us over dinner that Mr. Irie prepared for us.

That's a talking genius.

When we realized we were digging for roots and leaves, we were talking about ourselves.

So, just fine, I'm going to tell you what I came here for.

Nothing, I didn't just come to Mr. Irie for an open-air bath. Really, I had another errand to run.

"Yes, Mr. Zildo asked me to give it to you the next time I saw him."

I hand Aylee the stone sculpture I received from Ares.

A dragon stone statue, adorned with dragon altars.

That's right, there's only one thing about Mr. Zildo who lived in front of me the dragon treasure balls of the Dragon King. It was a stone statue that closely resembled the figure of a dragon king I saw here in the spring.

Thank you, Irie, for being so foolish.

"Not at all. I wonder when she'll be here to visit."

"I'm sorry. It's like the reconstruction of Wang Du is still going to keep me busy for a while. So, conversely, why don't Mr. Irie go see Mr. Zildo?

I gave him the letter. [M]

"What's this?

"It's our wedding ritual invitation. As one of your masters, will you come too, Mr. Irie?

Both the open-air bath and the delivery from Mr. Zildo were at last.

Fate is this.

Delivering the invitation to Mr. Irie.

"Mr. Irie knows it's useful to do dragon tribe trouble here. But can't we just stay away for a few days? We'd love to have Mr. Irie come."

The invitation was prepared by us for all those attending the ceremony. One by one, it's an invitation made by hand.

Mr. Irie smiles and sees the invitation.

Will you come?

After all, it's been a long time, can't we just get away from here?

But I still want you to come.

We're greedy.

I want to be blessed by everyone involved.

I want everyone to be happy when they see us happy.

All of them, sipped solidly and waited for Mr. Irie's reaction.

"... but you're a troubled apprentice."

And he laughed happily.

"I'll be waiting for you!

"Don't tell Jildofang. I have to sneak away and surprise you."

"Okay!

Good. Looks like Mr. Irie's coming.

We stroked our chests down and went back to dinner.

"So, can you tell me what the ceremony will be?

"No, you can't. Enjoy the day."

"Don't say that. Um, what do you use a dragon bone for?

"Him, it's a secret"

"Princess Dragon is a Dragon Nation..."

"Yes, sister there! Don't pry."

"Phew...... Oh, yeah, yeah. Like that dragon bone you guys washed beautifully. I made sure you were clean."

"Ugh..."

"I don't have a curse, but I figured those things should be sacred, right?

Gu.

There's no direct reference, but Mr. Irie just seems to see through everything.

The remains of the dragons I collected, if they were meant to be, would have been mine after this. [M]

Like Mr. Irie said, there was no filth on dragon bones or fangs. But it's a wreck. We have to do something about condolences for dead dragons and letting them use the remains.

But I think Mr. Irie's done that already.

Obviously, you know what we're trying to do with dragon material.

Because Mr. Irie is a dragon man, too.

"Mr. Irie, would you mind not going in deep? Because this involves our hospitality."

"Oh, Mistral, can I say that?

"And say?

"How are you going to process that dragon wreck?

"It's..."

"That's the ground dragon one, isn't it? I don't know if you can even scratch it with lined tools."

"It's back in the village..."

"Borrow tools for processing? But what's so different about borrowing from me?"

"If you ask me..."

We don't have sculpture knives and other tools.

Dragon claws and fangs don't stand teeth with regular blades.

So I was planning on borrowing tools for processing in the village of Mistral.

Indeed, Mr. Irie is right, isn't he?

I'd like Mr. Irie to come as an invitee, but Old Sleighsta said, didn't he? If we can't prepare ourselves, we need to work together.

"It's a bargain now. You can make something special. Anyway, Mistral or your plan would be a normal decoration of the present style, but with my advice, it would be fashionable seven hundred years before the old-fashioned itch."

"Mmm, that's fascinating"

Mrs Irie's suggestion was too fascinating.

If you're going to give everyone a souvenir, I'd love to get it over with.

After we talked, we ended up asking Irie to help us make the drawers.