We Live in Dragon's Peak

Rotten dragons looking up from the valley.

Mr. Ashel stops over and stares down.

Finally, it's the Monster Showdown.

"Who's the monster?"

Guru, Mr. Ashel pissed me off.

I wonder if Mr. Ashel is nervous.

"What makes you nervous?"

... is there such a degree of rotten dragon that if a weak person sees it, it will just die from it?

I don't know the standard for Mr. Ashel's strength.

"It's just incompatible, and what you're looking at is the end of the dragon clan. Not our enemies of the ancient species"

Really? Are you just resistant to the attack over here and the attack over there won't work for Mr. Ashel either? You just avoided the fireballs easily.

"Nyah, there are people nearby."

I stare at Niemia's point. [M]

Then there was the figure of a few people over the valley with the rotten dragon, and they could see the rotten dragon and us making some noise.

"Probably a dragon tribe. I must have noticed and monitored the presence of rotten dragons"

"I see, because Dragon Peak is their residence. We'll have to keep an eye on him when we find out he's dangerous."

Mistral left in the morning to report all sorts of things, but some tribes of the Dragon Nation had already noticed about the Rotten Dragon.

"The Dragon Nation, it's no problem to get involved."

"No, no, no, it's a big problem. Fight not to get involved."

"Trouble."

"No, you can't."

Mr. Ashel, people really treat you like dust. Oh, regular dragon tribes treat miscellaneous fish, too? How amazing is it?

"Mist, your sister will be angry if you involve a dragon tribe person. Scary."

"That's right. Mistral wields blunt instruments even in old Sleighsta. Neemia's gonna be in danger."

"Shit."

Mr. Ashel blatantly tongue-in-cheek.

Still, you listened to our wishes, and fly to steer the dragon dragon to a position that does not involve the dragon tribe people who are asking how they are doing on the ground.

But Rotten Dragon has nothing to do with this thought.

Mr. Ashel, who moved out, hung up and flew a giant fireball.

Mr. Ashel avoids it without difficulty in a flight with a rush on.

And he roared up against the rotten dragon all in return.

A severe earthquake runs on Dragon Peak.

And the clouds that were on all of Dragon Peak blow up, and in an instant the valley around the rotten dragon turns into a white world.

Snow scenery, I thought, but it wasn't.

"Your mother's attack turns everything into white ash."

The earth of the ashed Dragon Peak dances to the universe, stirred by the strong winds of the valley.

That, if not said, only looked like a landscape where powdered snow danced and danced.

Rotten dragons were in pain in the middle of a valley with such white ashes.

Many of the scales and skin covering the surface have turned into white ash, just like around them.

However, discolored skin melts away from the body and the wound regenerates.

Rotten dragons were regenerating as they raised purple smoke and erupted grey blood.

"Wow, that's disgusting"

To the creepy regeneration, I smile.

"That regeneration is troublesome. Play on top of being resistant to attacks. That's a hassle."

Ashel asks what's going on as she swirls over the rotten dragon.

What about a series of attacks that can't keep up with regeneration? No matter how hard the attack is, if you give it a constant current attack before it plays, it's going to be charcoal extinguishing one day.

"Oh, that's a good idea for people. That's the quickest way to go."

Oh, I guess I made a good suggestion.

"Well, instead of the nearby Dragon Nation, some of the Dragon Peak will be gone and we'll have a second lake."

"Oh, please reject the current proposal"

How powerful is that? I can't believe you even changed the terrain.

I was surprised at Mr. Ashel's misdigit aggression.

"Grrr."

Rotten dragons can roar.

A shockwave struck Mr. Ashel and shook Dragon Peak.

A cliff collapse occurs in part.

But Mr. Ashel in the sky doesn't look like he cared, and he keeps swirling.

Many fireballs follow, but not a single shot at Mr. Ashel.

For Mr. Ashel, who flies at high speeds through the sky, the Rotten Dragon attack seems too slow to hit him.

Mr. Ashel, who avoided the fireballs, can roar this time.

The valley of Dragon Peak turns into a white world with further severe earthquakes.

A dragon tribe was running away asking how they felt about the collapsing mountain.

Rotten dragons that have turned most of their bodies into ashes, however, regenerate as they produce creepy colored liquids and smoke.

In a bright white world, only around the rotten dragon was it darker and darker.

Ooh, ooh, and a rotten dragon that leaks the voice of suffering.

It just seemed so sad for a moment. I went right out of consciousness looking creepy, though.

Rotten Dragon stretches his throat and opens his mouth wide to stare at Mr. Ashel.

The bright red light behind his eyes shone. Then a variety of fireballs, large and small, appeared around the rotten dragon, in irregular motion, but also at high speeds, flying towards Mr. Ashel.

Mr. Ashel flies endlessly around the sky.

But the fireball tracks Mr. Ashel.

From the ground, Rotten Dragon has flown many fireballs.

"Yeah, it's troublesome"

Mr. Ashel rose sharply, then raised his roar with his wings wide open.

A world that turns bright white.

It was an infinite number of ash snow.

Ash snow falls at an unlikely rate.

And the ash snow explodes when it touches the fireball, turning even the fireball into ash.

Ashes of snow descended into the valley of Dragon Peak with a slight flash of flame.

Was it more terribly destructive than it seemed, Dragon Peak swept deep and blown, and Rotten Dragon sinks into the valley scattered with rotten flesh.

But still breathless, Rotten Dragon was groaning painfully.

"It looks painful."

Niemia looks at me with a spicy face. [M]

I guess I can't stand to see Rotten Dragon now for the kind Neemia who doesn't even want to see him suffer.

"Still look out. If you don't want to fight, if you don't want to make them suffer, show overwhelming power and lay them down."

Mr Ashel says in a harsh tone.

"If you are sympathetic to the rotten dragons, give them the strength to bury them in an instant without suffering."

"Heh."

Niemia sounds spicy.

After all, for a little kid, this kind of thing is harsh.

But if you don't see this battle and build strength, you're going to be forced to go home with Mr. Ashel, right?

Come on, Neemia.

"Heh."

Oh well, you really don't like the fight. As Neemia rang unwell, I held Neemia back for her.

Niemia grabs me with her little hand. [M]

Let's do it for ourselves, for Priscia.

"I want to be with Priscia."

"Yeah, I'm sure Priscia feels the same way"

I smiled at Niemia and turned my gaze back to Rotten Dragon.

Rotten dragons are playing in a bright white world.

I know Mr. Ashel wants to attack continuously and stab a stop, but obviously the Dragon Nation is in the way.

... What horrible world is the Dragon Nation in the way?

The dragon tribe people were desperately fleeing the rockfall that occurred in Mr. Ashel's blow.

Ooh, ooh, and a rotten dragon that still sounds bitter and sad.

Seeing the tormented dragon, my chest was somehow tightened.

Why is it ringing so sadly?

I feel anxious about the noise that doesn't suit my creepy figure.

"It's a really strange people that this voice is sad"

"Doesn't that sound sad to Mr. Ashel?

"Not at all"

"Nyama looks spicy too, but she doesn't sound sad."

Mm-hmm. I wonder if this is the difference between the sensitivities of people and the dragon clan.

If you look closely at Rotten Dragon, it's not just the voice that looks sad, it's the expression.

"Something with a look on it."

Indeed, Mr. Ashel is right. His eyes are gone, his skin rots, and there's no way he's got a look on the face of a rotten dragon half boned.

But I wonder why. Still, I read the look on Rotten Dragon's face.

That said, I read Sleighsta's expressions and emotions very well.

Since the beginning of my encounter, I have been reading emotions with the slightest mouth movement, gaze movement, and tone of old Sleighsta.

"Hmm, dragon-hearted?"

I think I convinced you of something, Mr. Ashel.

Look, I still know my heart for some reason.

I'm curious about what dragon-hearted is, but now you're a rotten dragon.

I stare at Rotten Dragon again.

Rotten Dragon was playing with a sad groan that looked as painful as ever.

Already, I'm returning to what I was when I first became relative.

Amazing regenerative power.

Rotten Dragon looks up at Mr. Ashel over the sky.

But from the red light in his eyes, the sadness was all I could read.

Sadness, not hostility.

It's so uncomfortable that it tells me what my thoughts are.

"Mr. Ashel, won't you stop exorcising that rotten dragon"

"Ha, what are you talking about? I don't know what kind of damage it would do if I let that go. Besides, you can't miss what you've raised your hand to me once."

"But look. The purpose of this time is to show Niemia the battle, and the Rotten Dragon will be eliminated."

"What happened suddenly? Why defend Rotten Dragon"

"Somehow. Somehow."

I'm stuck in words. [M]

Because what's really missing?

But only sorrow comes from the rotten dragon now.

I know a hundred other things I might miss here and do damage, but still, I feel like I shouldn't knock something out.

"Oh man, that you're a really strange person. So, what do we do? Do I miss it and go home?"

It must be easy to miss. Rotten dragons can't go after Mr. Ashel flying at high speeds.

It's hard to defeat. No matter how destructive Mr. Ashel's attack is, Rotten Dragon is resistant, and he doesn't die inside because of his incredible regeneration.

If you attack enough to stab a stop, you're sure to have a huge impact on Dragon Peak as well.

So what do we do?

I think.

"Um, I'd like to talk to Rotten Dragon."

Mr. Ashel gave me a frightened look at my smile. [M]

"He said it was a conversation with Rotten Dragon. I don't know how much dragon-hearted you are, but you're crazy."

"No, it's not crazy. But for some reason I wanted to talk to that rotten dragon."

"The rationale is"

"… it's a conjecture"

What an unconvincing word.

But you're really looking at it, aren't you?

Sometimes my mind hits. [M] Things at the ruins, cases of fake dragon tribes, old Sleighsta pranks. I kind of figured it all out.

It's dangerous to live on account, but I still want to believe my own account now.

"Oh, my God, am I trying to keep my beloved daughter with a hell of a lot of people?"

Mr. Ashel has a troubled look at me.

Still listened to my wish, Mr. Ashel began to descend as he swirled.

Rotten Dragon came down, Mr. Ashel. He flew fireballs at me.

Apart from what seems sad and painful, Rotten Dragon strikes relentlessly at the enemy in front of him.

But Mr. Ashel's winged wings derailed the fireball flying in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

And Mr. Ashel stepped down into the valley, scattering a deep pile of ash.

To Mr. Ashel who lands, the fireball flies again.

I thought it was a direct hit, but just before it hit Mr. Ashel, the fireball blew up.

The heat waves hit us, but I could only feel it a little hot.

"Your mother's wind bond is powerful."

I see, the juncture. Rotten Dragon attacks don't work without avoiding them, do they?

"Come on, me and Neemia will protect you, so just talk to me."

Mr. Ashel stares at me with a sharp eye. [M]

I unraveled Ashel's body hair, which was wrapped around my waist, and descended into the land of ashes.

Niemia also comes down and walks with me to Rotten Dragon at her original size.

Rotten dragons could roar to intimidate, but lagged behind with Niemia's roar.