We Live in Dragon's Peak

"All right, you're all set."

I wipe the sweat off my forehead.

The sun is about to sink into the ridge of Dragon Peak.

Tomorrow is finally our sunny stage day.

"I hope it clears up."

"If it rains now, I'll curse you all."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. If it gets cloudy, Teru says he'll blow the clouds."

"Even the weather..."

Just like me, Mr. Rubion and Mr. Caster wipe the sweat off their foreheads by hand.

The two looked up at the rear with a bitter smile.

Terru can be seen sitting quietly a little far from where the ceremony will take place.

Because of the tiredness of playing, the dragons like Niemia, Fiorina and Reem are in temporary sleep on Terru's back.

Teru has fluffy body hair on her back, and it feels good on soft feathers, doesn't it?

I'm sure if someone doesn't go wake him up, the little ones will be asleep till tomorrow.

"You look like you're close, but you're keeping a cool distance, aren't you?

I snort at Mr. Caster's question.

"Even though you're being quiet, you're a warcraft. We know our customers won't be coarse, just in case."

"Just in case, did you create a labyrinth on the plains..."

"I didn't create it."

"Elnea, you asked for it, and I guess the Ear Elder Toddler created it with the Spirit. Then it's no exaggeration to say that Ernea created it."

"Guru, that's Mr. Rubion, the cutter and famous seller. You're poking me where it hurts."

"Elnea, you can poke all you want beside me."

"Hardly."

Between the ceremony venue and Terru, there is a huge labyrinth.

The part visible from the ground is intricately filled with trenches dug like trenches, and the labyrinth is created even underground over five layers.

The evil Charlotte had a terrible finish due to the placement of Demonic guards on the fifth basement.

Nevertheless, it doesn't make sense to anyone who can fly through a complicated maze or fly freely through the sky, does it?

The labyrinth has a stronger playground connotation in one way or another.

Terru is one of our guests. How pathetic of you to recruit me and isolate me. So Terru is free to move around, and everyone else is free to ignore the labyrinth and bypass it or approach it from the sky to see Terru.

However, the labyrinth is centered on Priscia and Ares, a force created by the spirits with a slight fuss.

Perhaps more difficult than the ancient ruins revamped ancient labyrinth southeast of Wangdu.

It was our position that if anyone would come in knowingly, go ahead.

We're done setting up the tent.

"The inspection of the bridge hung on the waterway has also been completed"

"All you have to do is wait for tomorrow."

"Of course, I guess we have a special reward for helping?

Those who had finished preparing elsewhere gathered around us one after the other.

At first, it was just us, and we wanted it to be a handmade ritual.

In the end, this is how a lot of people got to help.

Preparations for tents, rugs, setting up a stage to perform rituals, etc. are made by the people of the kingdom of Armuard.

It was the Beasts and Warcraft who secured their territory to keep wild carnivores and other things away from the area around the venue.

The flying dragons that flew one foot from the kingdom of Yortenitos and the dragon tribes that descended from Dragon Peak brought us a lot of ingredients that we all collected. And the dragons and the ear fathers shall cook it.

Luxurious foods and the like are behaved not only for tomorrow's sake, but also by those who help in this way, dragons, warcraft and spirits.

And because of the different ways in which each species was seasoned and cooked, there was supposed to be a wide variety of pedigree dishes lined up tomorrow in tents and other places set up around the venue.

What surprised me there were the demonic court cooks brought to me by the giant Demon King.

I've seen and eaten sumptuous food in the royal palaces of the kingdoms of Armuard and Yortenitos before, but I didn't expect the Demons to vividly cook dishes on those few steps.

The ruggedly lavish cuisine of court cuisine was delicate not only in appearance but also in taste and texture, roaring the people who tasted it.

People's cooks taught their skills from Demonic court cooks. That's what they did, but they're a horrible species.

I'm surprised, he seems to be trying to steal technology from a distance.

This could be a big deal someday when you open it in a cooking class.

And I look forward to cooking tomorrow.

Demonic court cooks whose other races cook amazing dishes at a stage that still seems to be underneath.

Even bribery foods are so delicious that their cheeks are going to fall off, how great will they be in production?

I don't know about fear, Priscia. Something is stealing the cook's eyes and stealing them away.

He said it was before dinner, but he seemed full, and his mother was pissed off earlier.

Priscia is not in the little group on Terru's back because of that.

"It's busy."

"It's more of a festival than a marriage ritual."

"Right. Because we have a preconceived notion that marriage rituals are solemnly performed in temples and other places."

"So, does this feel right to Miss Mistral of the Dragon Nation?"

"No, you don't, Mr. Rubion. It seems common for dragon tribes to be celebrated by everyone in their tribe. But our ritual is fun for all of us, but it's our basic policy."

"We all enjoyed it, you...... It's an important ritual, isn't it? Is that okay?"

"It's because it's an important ritual, it is. Mr. Caster."

Ha-ha-ha, he looked at me laughing deeply, and Mr. Caster and Mr. Rubion were bitterly smiling "understanding."

Indeed, our marriage ritual is unusual.

I wonder if that's a big part, after all, because the Mistral of the Dragon Nation is included in your daughter-in-law.

If it were just the people, I would have performed the ritual strictly in the Great Temple, too.

But even if Mistral has shown an interest in temple religion, he's not a believer. It's not where we want to be forced to fit into people's habits.

The form of having them celebrate within you, like the Dragon Nation, on the contrary, makes the priest Luiseine pathetic.

That's where I came up with the proposal.

It's a special ritual just for us.

Do not tell the large number of people who are helping you what ritual it will be.

Oh, I look forward to tomorrow!

"But don't you miss doing the ritual a little? I think the waterway is amazing..."

"You agree with Lord Rubion. Let me see what happens to your rituals tomorrow. After all, the decorations don't feel right."

"What do you think, why not put a flag or a curtain around you?

"Hehe, I'm fine. Look forward to tomorrow, including around here."

The venue had been prepared in advance for full lawn.

Yes. I danced the dragon sword dance.

Nature has easily been revitalized because the spirits were also gathered in large numbers, and underfoot is covered in fuzzy lawns.

Fei Long's hunting grounds are vast meadow areas, but as they are, so is rough land.

We got used to places where stones and rocks were rolling and brown soil was pouring out, growing lawns and surrounding them with flowers.

This should make you feel good about falling asleep on the ground tomorrow.

And the whole ceremony was dug with many deep waterways running vertically and horizontally.

It is a path that the water dragons can freely pass through.

Old Sleighsta did me a favor, didn't she?

He flew all the way out of the dragon forest, and he growled a shot. On the east side of the venue, a huge enclave was created.

After that, the spirits of the water attributes and the dragon tribes and Luirallahs worked hard and stored up the water. We all worked together to dig the waterway leading to the artificial lake as well.

Um, it was a major construction.

Venues separated by waterways into several compartments will remain in the designated position of the guests as of tomorrow.

I have to hand out a guide diagram to show you who will be invited to attend the ritual in which section.

By the way, there were several sturdy bridges built over the waterway that would be okay for a grounddragon to pass through.

This will not interfere with mobility, etc.

The venue is well prepared and well prepared below.

However, although tents and such are prepared around the outside of the ceremony, the central part was indeed a killing landscape.

Of course I'll arrange desks and chairs tomorrow, but that's on the customer's side.

The ceremony where the ritual of marriage at its heart is performed is only set with a stage of wooden floors just a few steps high from the ground.

The stage is built on the west side of the venue against the backdrop of Dragon Peak, but there are no extra decorations around.

Not only Mr. Caster and Mr. Rubion, but also the people involved in the set-up felt a little confused about the killing scenery stage.

But well, this is also for tomorrow's pleasure.

The final finish is our own hands, after all.

As I was colluding with one of the people who had finished their work, the Mistrals who were involved in cooking came by the tent.

"Exactly, you're tired of cooking all the time."

"Mistral. Good luck"

"Dear Ernea, I'm tired."

Ernea, we need to refill the ingredients.

"Ernea, you're undernourished."

There's a group of women outside of Louiseine.

Unfortunately, Luiseine is not the only one on the spot.

After all, she's always a witch, isn't she?

On the eve of the wedding ritual, they have to spend some time calming their hearts with their parents.

We are a little unbelievers, but we are not willing to disturb or deny these decisions of Louiseine. So, I miss you, but only tonight, I'm apart of Louiseine.

Well, from tomorrow on, we'll be together forever, so you can put up with one night or so.

Or is it okay for Ufiria and Nina to be on the spot, too?

For once, you two are princesses, aren't you?

Isn't there a royal ritual or something?

Even with some doubts, when I tried to labor the Mistrals, who looked tired, a man's wall appeared between me and the women.

"Ha ha, you fool"

"Something to engage the bride and groom on the eve of the wedding ceremony!

"Sons of bitches, let's rip these guys off."

"Ouch!

No, no, you don't need that man-smelling solidarity!? I don't have time to think so.

I am taken to the corner of the ceremony by the hands of men.

Apparently, the bastards were attacked by the Mistrals as well, and I was to be taken away from them. I was to see people flying in the sky to the left.

Because a man tries to get his hands on a woman...

I'm the only one who can touch Mistrals' skin!

and give it a little bit of an exclusive appetite.

Would that make me dinner in the corner of the ceremony? [M]

There's been a lot of screaming about the men away, but there's no one to help me.

And I'm not even going to get away with it.

Next to me is Zan. That's not all. Besides the ids and wolves of the dragon kings, Mr. Rubion and Mr. Castor, as well as Forganne and Louirala, were gathered together.

That's a perfect siege net. That's right. I don't have a chance of getting away with these people, either.

"It's the night before we get married. Why don't we just go away with the women tonight and talk about it with the men?"

"What are you talking about!?

"No, Mr. Elnea. There, look, it's the bottom line or something."

"I didn't think you'd hear those words from Louis Lara!

"So, what do you think? How far have you been with your daughters?

"Wow, that's so nasty!

The sun hasn't set yet, but if you come with the men.

"Guys, I don't think we should talk about that right now."

"What a good boy. Come on, confess. What do you say?

Guru, the men who cram at me.

Jesus Christ, I want to squeeze my shoulder.

Some of my daughters include your sister and childhood friends.

And if we'd talked about this before dinner...

"Ho ho, the lords seem to have a lot of fun."

Witches who helped me purposefully carry dinner to the corner of the ceremony were staring at the men with their faces drawn.

Some witches turn their blatantly despised gaze.

The ids and luiralahs who are not human beings, or of the diagrammatically fat spirit, still didn't show themselves that way at first, but the faces of the human race don't.

I can't believe the witch despises me or hates me, that's over.

Especially since the first prince, Mr. Rubion, is yelling a pale, meaningless word.

You see.

Before the sun sets, I try to talk weird.

I was the only one laughing.

The next morning.

Finally, today, I'm getting married.

It's the eve of the night festival, and the noisy help people are still sleeping all over the venue as they please.

That early in the morning.

I'm sure he'll wake up before the meeting and join our marriage ritual with a hangover.

I get up softly so I don't wake Zan or Ido sleeping nearby. Then we walk to the stage where we perform the ritual.

Apparently, the Mistrals woke up, too, and came this way before speaking up.

"Good morning, Ernea"

"Good morning, everyone"

"Good morning, Master Ernea"

"" Good morning, Mr. Ernea ""

"Mi, gentlemen. It's sloppy. Wait."

"Ah, Luiseine. Good morning."

"Good Morning"

"Oh, was it okay for you to come here?

"Mr. Mist, don't bully me. Really, I spent the day before with my parents. I rushed here this morning."

"Did you say hello to your parents?

"Yes, thanks to you. My parents are in a priestly position too, so early in the morning, so don't delay."

So I'm glad Luiseine could rendezvous.

I wonder why.

When we all got together and looked at each other, there was zero laughter and nature.

"So, Ernea. Are you sure about this?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Ernea, do you want me to root for you here?

"No, I'm not. It's temporary. I might have hesitated before, but I'm pretty sure it's okay now."

Answering Mistral and Louiseine's questions, I took the wooden knife of the spirit tree that I always carry on my right hip.

And at the end of the stage, no, I stabbed him.

The sword tip of the wooden knife of the spirit tree plunges into the lush ground of the lawn.

Then the young tree of the spirit tree, which was the figure of a wooden knife, began to grow larger when swollen.

Push the soil over and thicken the trunk while you look. Before we watch, the young tree of the Spirit Tree stretches its back at once.

And he broadened the branches wide to represent who they were.

Pocahontas, we look up.

The beautiful green ceiling of the Spirit Tree extends into such a position that the Dragon Nation cannot reach it even if it leaps.

"When I found you, you were so small"

"I grew up."

I spoke softly with my hand against the trunk of the spiritual tree, and the response came back.

The spiritual tree shakes its leaves in the wind with joy and pleasure.

"I can't tell you what a baby tree is anymore."

With me, Mistral, who knew what it looked like when he was a thin, small young tree, was also looking up at the spirit tree with emotion.

"You were so big"

"She's lovely, too."

"Fine."

"It's lovely."

"We're celebrating everyone today."

"Thanks"

Touching, the spiritual tree swaying in the wind had grown splendidly.

It stretches the ceiling of the branches to the top of the stage, creating a shade of trees.

You can do the ritual without delay.

"Whoa, Spirit Tree, you're big!

"Bigger than a nyan."

"Priscia, Neemia. Good morning. Please take care of the Spirit Tree while we're away."

"It's up to you"

"Good luck with that."

We're going to have to invite visitors to the venue.

I also have to get dressed properly before the ceremony.

So I get a little away from the spiritual tree.

But the Spirit Tree is part of an important family.

And he is also a person who needs to be protected.

That's why I'll hand out a toddler group to the escort.

They will do everything in their power to escort you against the Spirit Tree.

"Come on, Elnea. It's time for work."

"Yeah, I'm handing out guidance diagrams to customers."

"If you don't, you'll get lost in the labyrinth or you won't know where the venue is."

"I'm going to explain to the dragons today's precautions."

"I'll wake up a sleeping drunk."

"I'll make you work the drunk who wakes up."

"See you guys later!

When we were in the mood, we got to our last job. [M]