60 Louiseine's waiting.

Full of vivacity, Mr. Anemone leaves his feet in the abyss of his bedroom.

And stood up slowly.

I was in a hurry to take care of her for a moment, but she doesn't seem to need it now. [M]

Mr. Anemone stood firm with his thin feet.

"Wonder, energy boils down from within the body."

"Nyah. I'm feeling better with Dragon Treasure Ball."

Niemia jumped happily around Mr. Anemone, who stood up.

"I have to report to my brother"

Say it. Mr. Anemone walks out fine and out of the room.

When I put Niemia over my head, I followed Anemone.

Mr. Anemone leaves the living room, opens the entrance door and goes outside.

Outside the house it was right in the village square, where Mr. Anemone's brother, Mr. Laniseme, was surrounded by the villagers to give an explanation.

"Brother."

Everyone in the square looks back at the words of Mr. Anemone, who shouts vigorously.

"Oh, you. What's the matter with you?"

Mr. Laniseme looks back and rushes over to Mr. Anemone.

"That's better for the dragon"

Mr. Anemone smiles happily as Mr. Laniseme takes his hand.

"That dragon cheered me up."

Anemone's eyes, showing a full smile, had a large pile of tears.

"Once and for all"

A man looks at me with a troubled look.

I explained what happened in the room to the men and the villagers who came together.

"That's... unbelievable"

Everyone utters words of surprise to their mouths and touches Mr. Anemone's body if they don't believe it.

But Mr. Anemone stood firm without fluttering even when everyone touched him, and everyone was surprised but convinced by that.

"I heard that dragon treasure balls are precious things that dragons send to their loved ones at the end, but I didn't know they had this strange power"

There's something even the Dragons don't know about dragons.

A nearby and distant species is what I used to call it.

And this time I realized that the Dragon Nation and the Dragon Nation live in Dragon Peak with each other, but you never live close together.

Sometimes the Dragons attack the Dragons, and vice versa.

"Nyah. People also split up into gods, demons, and people to fight. Same as that."

"It's the other side that's unilaterally abusing our people."

"How do you know that?"

I wonder if anybody is anywhere near Niemia's hometown.

He said he was protecting the ancient capital, so I'm sure he didn't really deal with people in a secret place.

"People live in the ancient capital."

"What, there's someone living there?

"It's all about women. I'm protecting a man from coming in."

What is that paradise?

An ancient capital full of women, I definitely want to go.

"Mist, I'll tell your sister."

"Ah, here. You can't do that. It's between me and Neemia."

"I want sweet food."

What a horrible kid. I'm sure that's a bad influence on you, Priscia.

When I was in conversation with Niemia, at some point the villagers looked at us as if they were surprised.

"Laniseme is right. The dragon spoke."

One woman had her mouth on her hand and her eyes were round.

"Wow. Lovely!

A few little kids crammed up on me, trying to catch Niemia over my head.

Niemia flew away in a hurry.

"Oh, I ran away. Wait!"

The kids run around the square after Niemia, who runs away.

Come on, Neemia. If they catch you, they'll rub you.

"Ahhh."

I heard Niemia screaming from afar.

Who the hell are you?

Mr. Laniseme looks at me strangely.

I don't care what they say, I'm just a human boy.

I didn't know what to answer and only had a vague smile on my face.

"Is it the dragon god's command?"

The old woman asks terribly.

"What is your care? I'm just a human being."

Old Sleighsta said something about the dragon gods the other day, but you didn't know what it was about.

At least I'm not in charge. [M]

Well, to put it strongly, he's a boy who plans to master Old Sleighsta in the Dragon Forest and become Mistral's future husband. I'd say, but I don't think I should say this.

I feel like this little village is going to be in big trouble when I say it.

"Please, just your name."

They say, and I realize I haven't greeted the villagers.

In a hurry, when I named myself, it became a place to introduce myself.

It was a really small village.

There are eight young men in personnel, all of whom seem to have been monitoring rotten dragons in the valley they were in earlier.

Only women, children and the elderly remained in the village, and still there are less than forty of them all.

If you ask me, it seems that the Dragon Nation gathers for a living from clan to clan, and many of the villages seemed to be about this size.

Smaller than I thought, I think again.

I wonder if this is what the village where Mistral lives looks like.

So I guess it's a real life far from the impression we're getting from Mistral.

I remember Mistral and I missed him.

We just broke up this morning. I wonder if I'm tired of having too much unexperienced happening today.

The dragon treasure balls were delivered safely to Mr. Anemone, and when I thought it was time to go home, Niemia ran away with a chatter.

"Hurry home. Your mother's waiting."

That's a lie. You don't like being chased around, and you want to get out of here fast.

I hug Niemia, who sounds weak. [M]

It's pathetic to bully you too much, and I'm dying to go home, too, so do you want to go home?

When I told him I was on my way home, the villagers stopped me.

"Please let me thank you"

Mr. Anemone grabs the hem of my clothes and tells me at the top.

Ugh. I'm vulnerable to women's tricks like this.

But Niemia stopped me from wandering.

"Mist, tell your sister."

"Ugh, just give me a break"

Niemia, you're grabbing my steeple.

I politely refuse the villagers' invitation and head to the center of the square.

So I let Niemia go and asked everyone to stay away from Niemia.

When Neemia rings one, she returns to her original size.

The villagers were all surprised. I'm worshipping an old man.

I say goodbye to everyone and move to Niemia's back. [M]

Confirming that I wrapped my lifeline hairs around my body, Neemia ascended into the sky.

When I waved over the sky, everyone in the village waved back to me.

Mr. Anemone was also waving well.

The dragon treasure ball cured your weak body.

Seems like the only thing that paid off in this case.

I spared my goodbyes by waving until the village was out of sight.

I'll come back one day.

Now you're with Mistral and Louiseine and Priscia.

When the village becomes invisible, Niemia increases its speed at once and heads to the valley where Mr. Ashel waits.

As I watched the view passing at high speed, I remembered one thing.

"Ah! I forgot Mr. Laniseme."

Shit. Without Mr. Laniseme, he's gonna be bored again when we get back to the valley. If Mr. Laniseme were here, he would explain the village to me, and I guess it's a setback.

How shall I explain it to the men who remain?

"Something's gonna happen."

I laughed at Niemia's pleasant words.

"Right. You can handle it."

I also decided to apprentice Niemia's ease and enjoy the flowing mountain landscape.

Dragon Peak is a harsh natural environment, which is well understood by the view on Niemia's back.

Chopped cliffs. Rapid slopes of rock skin protrusion. Deep gorge.

Is it windy or the neglected tree is stretched obliquely?

And behind Dragon Peak was already turning into a white world.

Winter has already arrived behind Dragon Peak, even though it is still harvest time in the kingdom of Armuard.

I wondered what a tough world I was when I saw the mountains with the top of the mountain already white stained, even though it hardly snowed in the Wang capital.

As I watched Dragon Peak, a white world different from snow spread beneath my eyes.

It's Mr. Asher's ash world.

Again, the valley, which had been covered in ash, was much more extensive than I thought.

Mr. Ashel, it's too destructive.

I wonder what an ancient capital such a dragon protects.

A capital with only women? I wonder why men can't get in.

Ask Niemia some day for more information. I wonder if you can tell me.

Thinking so, Niemia slowly descended into the place where Mr. Ashel was sitting.

Mr. Ashel is watching us gently on the surface.

There are dragon people left behind nearby.

But what is it? Things are a little weird.

Niemia lands, and I rush off my back.

And I checked the situation.

"Oh, Mr. Ashel, what have you done"

The dragon people were all losing their minds.

"What, don't blame me"

"No, from the circumstances, Mr. Ashel must have caused it"

"Nah."

The smaller Niemia is shivering as she sifts.

"I just kind of intimidated him because one of the dragons flew in"

"Yes, that's what caused it!

I laugh bitterly.

I'm sure he roared with intimidation at the flying dragon that showed up in the sky.

I guess one of the dragon tribes that heard that up close lost his mind due to intimidation.

"Nyan thinks so too."

Oh, boy, I'm in trouble. You can't leave people unconscious like this.

Well, what do we do? When I thought, Mr. Ashel slapped the earth with his forefoot.

Low ground sounds tremble the valley.

"Hey, what are you doing"

I stunned my buttocks. [M]

"If you're losing your mind, just wake up"

As Mr. Ashel's unsatisfactory words put it, those who had lost their minds regained consciousness in surprise.

He looks around suspiciously and finds Mr. Ashel and us upset.

"Yep..."

I looked for the most decent person and explained what happened in the village.

The man honestly listened to me, whether he believed me or was frightened by Mr. Ashel again, who told me about the village in detail.

"So we're going home."

I proclaim myself sneerly.

And without even confirming their reply, they jump on Mr. Ashel's back.

Niemia was already lenient on Mr. Ashel's back.

Mr. Ashel, who put me on board, begins his ascent with grace.

And accelerated at once, leaving the white-dyed valley behind.

Push through the clouds and aim for the dragon forest from far above.

"By the way, how do I get back to my grandfather when I get home?"

Is there not a lost junction in the dragon forest above?

"Huh, the dragon forest is the same for me as the garden. No problem."

Right. Mr. Ashel didn't hesitate to come to Moss Square.

You've been in and out for a long time, so you're familiar with it.

Under his eyes instantly turns into a green carpet, and Mr. Ashel lowers his altitude.

Soon we were flying under the branches of the Spirit Tree when we thought the feeling of flutter and dizziness had passed.

Mr. Ashel slows down and descends further.

Me and Niemia found a familiar black mountain ahead of us, aiming for a big detour through the trunk of the spirit tree.

I'm home safe.

Me and Neemia smiled.

"By the way, did you bring home the souvenirs of the Ear Elder Little Daughter?

"Oh, shit"

To Mr. Ashel's words, me and Neemia distort their faces at once.

I forgot.

I should have gotten you something that seemed unusual in the Dragon Nation village.

Oh, what shall I do?

Priscia, I wonder if I'll be angry.

Me and Niemia were in a hurry, though it was slower now on Mr. Ashel's back.