We Live in Dragon's Peak

Cancer Cancer, and Slutton slaps a sturdy iron lattice.

"Hey, get the fuck out of here!

But the eastern magician does not have ears to listen to and drops his gaze on the fiery treasure balls in his hand.

We were held captive by the magicians of the east, locked in a chamber created in the back of a cave.

"Please, I want you to listen to us"

The rear and left and right sides are inhibited by the cave walls, with iron lattices in front.

At the end of that iron lattice is the eastern magician we were desperately looking for.

But even Listeer's grieving appeal lacks the reaction of the eastern mage.

We traversed the demonic nations all the way to the heavenly mountains, where the eastern magicians lived.

But what was waiting there was neither hope nor miracle, but confusion and despair.

We were brought to this cave by the Great Eagle.

I'm sure the eastern magician will welcome us here, deepen our intimacy and finally revive the Holy Sword as we share the anecdotes of the past. Everyone must have thought so.

But the reality was brutal.

The eastern magician who was waiting for us in the back of the cave.

It was very odd and difficult to understand.

The first impression we had was that it was very unhygienic.

The magician himself in the east, the residence, everything.

Behind the deep cave there was enough room for people to live.

In that living space, the magician of the east, ruler of this cave, was waiting for us, and he came at us without question. And this is how I got locked up in the deepest part of the world.

The cave space, visible over the iron lattice, was nestled (untouched) in such a way that it was halfway between the dwelling of the beast and the dwelling of man.

Are the magicians of the east who unilaterally restrained us without hearing about this situation?

One scale of people-like life is present in several places in the living space at once.

One is a desk that looks narrow.

Did you make it yourself or did you bring in something from somewhere that was abandoned? An old desk, which is still likely to break, is left unmade in a corner of the living space.

If you're a beast, you don't use furniture, so these parts look like people.

However, there are no chairs that pair with desks, and I don't think they are used for meals or everyday life.

Other signs of a people-like life can be seen with pots that are too small for cooking, multiple layers of leather peeled from the beast, and piles of leather sachets.

But none of them are dirty, and they haven't been cleaned up. It just feels like we're putting the same kind of thing in a similar place.

And there's no sign of being cleaned.

So the unsanitary, snotty smell filled the cave, and there was a terrible stench from the eastern sorcerer himself.

These parts, they're like beasts.

And there are no elements of hobby or entertainment in the cave, and like the dwelling of the beast, there is no element of relaxation or play that provides a glimpse into the sense of life.

I would have imagined a more saintly figure, assuming the one who held us captive was an eastern sorcerer.

Ignoring Slutton's yelling voice and ignoring Listeer's desperate appeal, the eastern magician was dressed very oddly, contrary to our original imagination.

Inside the cave, temperatures are higher than outside with white snow makeup. That said, it doesn't change the cold.

The eastern magician, staring at the jewels of the flames, wrapped his whole body softly in the fur of a bear, adapting to an extremely cold climate.

"Damn! If he was clearly an enemy, he would have resisted."

"Lord Brave wants to avoid rough things. We just have to follow him."

"But I expected it, but you were still a people"

Mr. Tris mourns the status quo with regret. Mr. Alex has calmly settled down, as usual, and Luvent has listened attentively to future developments.

And I was in the middle of something. [M]

The illusion of a real eagle brought us to a cave in a steep slope of mountains that could be described as a cliff.

But the eastern magician who waited there stunned us with words and deeds that exceeded expectations more than appearances and living spaces.

The eastern mage, with distorted (snoring) language and deafening pronunciation, but did say.

The Listeir who owns the Holy Sword is called a "thief".

What the hell is this all about?

The holy sword, mortal, and the cursed sword embedded with the jewel of the flame, should be the sword that Armuad was given to him about three hundred years ago by an eastern magician.

Yet the eastern magician, who was supposed to have given it, says it was stolen.

What this means…

No, that can't be right.

It's definitely some kind of mistake that the Holy Sword is actually a stolen item.

So even Listeir is desperately trying to explain this situation and the origins of the Holy Sword and to solve the misunderstanding of the eastern magician.

Nevertheless, the reaction of the magician of the East, who is the person of the day, is faint.

Or it looks like he's been distracted by the flaming treasure balls in his hands, and he's not listening to Listeer's words.

Everyone but me had been robbed of their weapons when they were in custody.

Tris, I can't believe your demon sword, because it curses me when I touch it, and I'm being kicked in the foot and rolling into a corner of a cave.

I guess the only reason my spirit tree wooden knife wasn't confiscated was because it really looks like a "wooden knife," so it wasn't dangerous to be in possession.

And the broken holy sword was also taken up by the eastern mage.

Moreover, the magician of the east has taken the treasure balls from the sword, and he has taken them and stared at them.

Even in such a current situation, Listeir did not give up on talking about the legacy of Armuard and Yortenitos, or how much the brave men of history and the people of the Armuard kingdom have cherished the Holy Sword.

"Fuck you! Now, instead of reviving the Holy Sword, I'm also suspicious that we can get out of here alive!

True to the opposite of Listeir, who strives to gain the understanding of the eastern mage in temperament, the short-tempered Slutton is emotionally muddled and foolish.

But you also know Slutton's mood.

We assumed on our own that the Holy Sword could be resurrected if we met the magicians of the East.

Yet reality is far more cruel than we thought, because the magicians of the east have captured us in this way instead of taking our side.

"Are you sure that that filthy bear stuffed animal is an eastern magician?

Tris, you protested violently at first, too, but now you've regained a lot of composure. So, I speak the question.

One of your questions, Tris, was answered by Ruvent.

"You're absolutely right. The fur of a bear can't even ask his face all over his body, but it's a human race."

"That's for sure? You don't really believe him by his instincts to identify me, the Demons or your species, do you?

"This is why people. It's really narrow, like putting your own incompetence on the shelf and not being able to recognize the superiority of other races."

"Well, I'm sorry. Well, if I'm wrong, why don't you dance naked on Winter Mountain?

"Fine!

Whatever your bet is with Louvent, Tris.

Non-human races have an intuition to know the other races just by looking at them.

Not only Louvent, a heavenly tribe, but Alex, a divine tribe, had also affirmed that eastern magicians dressed in bear fur were "human beings".

Nevertheless, that deaf pronounced distorted word honestly doesn't feel like that of a person.

Kind of like being forced to utter people's words...?

Am I thinking too much?

But it's highly unlikely that a mistake will be made, because not only Louvent, but even Mr. Alex, the magician of the east, is a human race, right?

"Well, I guess that bear bastard is the eastern magician for sure?

Tris, I nodded at your gaze, yeah.

"I have some thoughts, too. 'Cause you had an experience, didn't you? The feeling of the great eagle of illusion and what happened after entering the cave clearly demonstrates her strength."

He's an eastern magician wearing bear fur softly from head to toe, but he's still figured out a few things.

One is that the race is probably human.

Other times, the eastern magician is a woman, and I can tell she's very small.

Anyway, it was the words I uttered that made me deaf, but it was definitely a feminine treble. And even over the fur of a bear, I know about the height of the person standing at the tip of the iron lattice.

The bear's fur seems to be too big, his hands and feet are rash, and his head is too big for his forehead. Because of that, you don't see the look on your face, do you?

And the more she's capable, the more she's still made to feel this way.

I remember so many times because it was so shocking.

When we arrived in the cave and went back, she was waiting for us there.

And we were held in captivity in an instant.

Oz was showing so much vigilance that we were deprived of our physical freedom by force of invisibility, and we were also deprived of our weapons without being able to resist.

And he was carried to the deepest part of the cave by the illusion of a bear, and thus trapped in a chamber.

This iron lattice, which is depriving us of our freedom, is also an illusion she can see.

Originally, behind the cave was only the space she was making her residence. They make an iron lattice appear there, and they restrain us in reality.

An iron plaid that boasts more strength than real, even though it's illusion, even if Slutton kicks it for real.

Clearly, this is already beyond the realm of spells.

He took away our physical freedom easily because, Listeir said, he was disturbed by our "colors".

A spell is a technique that interferes with the "colors" that fill the world and makes it work. That's understandable.

But I can't believe it's not just hallucinations, it affects all five senses and creates reality for the target audience.

I'm sure if someone not under her influence were on this occasion, that person wouldn't even see an iron lattice.

But we know that the iron lattice looks real, and the touch and strength are more than real.

Anyway, there's no way that anyone who can use all this spell can be a normal human race.

After all, she is the "magician of the east" herself.

You seemed convinced by my explanation, Tris, and you were strangely nodding.

Nevertheless.

I wonder why he's a "magician"?

She is a human race and uses spells.

Of course, we live hundreds of years by long lives that are impossible in the human race, or beyond the realm of spells.

Why does it still say "magic"?

By the way, I know that even I don't have a lifespan, and like Bartonoir, I can have a surprising effect if I use the spell to the extreme.

But I thought about the difference between the "spell" of the Baltic Noir and the magician of the East.

Bartonoir had also met a spell that had reached a ban.

But his spell was a top-secret technique no matter where he went, and he was focused on the part about how much he didn't understand the effects or activation of the technique on his opponent.

Conversely, the magician's spell of the east insists on being so robust as to dominate and force recognition of all the senses of the subject, rather than secrecy.

The Baltic Noir spell and the Eastern Mage's spell.

The nature is the opposite, but I'm pretty sure they're both beyond the realm of spells.

A spell is really amazing when it comes to extreme.

Then I can understand the efforts of the family to keep the research out.

What a deviation of thought I began, so I turned my consciousness back to the magician of the east.

"Here, de...... Next time Koso. Witch Ni......"

"What!?

Distorted pronunciation, deafening words.

But I reacted unexpectedly to the fragment of the word.

Witch?

Is that possible!?