106 Reunion

Faster than himself, and watching Niemia flying over, a tyrant roared to intimidate him.

"Here. Don't intimidate her because she's my friend."

I slap a tyrant on the back.

Zilong was looking up on the clouds like he had been taken aback.

"Whoa! It's me."

Again, I wave loudly toward Niemia above me.

Then Niemia came down, slowly swirling.

Gugu, and the tyrant roars.

I think I understand.

I think tyrants are giants among the flying dragons. Among the carcasses seen in the nest of the blackened Fei Long, there was no more physique than a tyrant.

Yet Niemia, who came down, is even bigger than a tyrant.

The tyrant's mouth stains the red lotus.

He then emitted flame radiation toward the rocky skin, which stood still.

An act of intimidation.

Tyrants are obviously wary of Niemia.

I don't see them in Dragon Peak, so you're on guard with someone.

The tyrant doesn't honestly snort that I'm Niemia's friend, but yes, she is.

I can't help it. Neemia, I'm gonna show you your powers!

If you're afraid to fight, if you don't like it, you'll have to show your overwhelming power now and silence the tyrants.

Neemia looked down at me as I descended.

And.

"Wha."

What a powerless squeal that doesn't suit a giant.

But the tyrant and child dragon should have been drained of their liver.

Rock skin scorched by tyrants with flamethrowing. A few times that range turned into white ash in an instant and collapsed.

"I told you. I know a dragon clan stronger than you."

When I told the tyrant, I gritted my teeth with regret.

Niemia lowers her altitude even further and flies alongside the tyrants.

"Ah."

I leak my voice.

Niemia's back.

Mistral was there as long and soft hair swayed.

Mistral straddled Niemia's back, staring at the tyrant as he alerted.

"Mistral."

When I wave, Mistral finally turns his gaze towards me.

"Why not?"

Mistral doesn't break his rugged look when he looks at me.

"Why are you on the back of a tyrant?

"Yeah, this is..."

Tyrants are bad enough in Dragon Peak, I guess, for all to know. Mistral must be suspicious of me, who slips across his back.

"I will change my deeds. I swear to Princess Dragon '

said the tyrant.

No, no, no. Swear to me.

"With everything going on, tyrants don't do anything wrong anymore. He's changed his mind about bringing me to the village of Mistral."

The tyrant turned his dissatisfied gaze on my words, but he didn't deny it.

……

Mistral alternates between me and the tyrant.

And one thing, I sighed heavily.

"Totally no more"

And the zero expression was the mistral of all times I knew.

"I knew I wasn't going to take you on a journey alone. I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Oh man, mistral dropping shoulders like that.

"I'm sorry."

I am aware that it has been the result of a hell of a journey.

I can't tell if it's good or bad. [M]

Mistral shook his head once, and stared at the tyrant with a serious look.

"We know by staining ourselves with your evil deeds. Reformed. Yes. I'm not convinced it is. But you swore an oath to me, Princess Dragon. Then believe it. Your pride and will as a dragon clan."

I swear to God, I'll prove it to you my whole life.

Tyrants also stare back at losers and mistrals, but there was no hostility there.

I wonder what it is. The gaze a tyrant turns to Mistral feels like that, even in dazzling things that a human civilian would turn to a royal man.

"Princess Dragon Mistral has received your will"

That ended the stare between Mistral and the tyrant.

"Well, Ernea"

Say it, Mistral, now look at me.

"Let's hear in the village what kind of journey you've taken and how you've revamped the tyrants"

"Yeah, I've got a drink to tell you."

I snort.

"Me and Niemia will lead the way. You stay on the back of the tyrant and descend into the village."

"What!?

Are you all right? We made a scene in the Dragon Nation village earlier, and we all hid our signs.

Mr. Koa said you shouldn't fly tyrants over the village, but I wonder if they're okay.

Mistral smiles at my confused expression.

"You'll make a scene, but I can't help it. However, the result of your trip to Dragon Peak by yourself must be the situation."

Me across the tyrant, you mean.

"Then descend into the village with dignity."

Having said that, Mistral gave instructions to Niemia to flip and fly to the small woods he could see ahead.

Tyrants follow silently.

The result of my journey.

I helped and revamped the life of a tyrant. That said, no one can easily forgive me for what I've done before.

I will be judged in the village of Mistral.

But I accept that.

Because I am responsible for keeping the tyrants alive.

The tyrant swore an oath to Mistral. I believe in that oath. [M]

The whole story of the small woods slowly approaching is coming to light.

North side, I think. A small forest on our side that takes shape southwards. Ahead there was a green village with half a circle, and on the south side there was the remaining half a circle of fountain.

The village is built along the outer circumference of the circle with wooden houses and a long building on the horizontal line so as to separate the spring from the village.

In other words, all the buildings are built to surround the semicircle.

And inside the half-circle surrounded by the building, it had become a square filled with fresh green lawns.

"The little rocky company in the middle of the fountain is the Dragon Temple."

"You know everything."

I am surprised by the description of the dragon. It's amazing how familiar Fei Long is with the Dragon People.

"It's special over there. That's why I know. '

"Yeah, really?"

If you look at the fountain with admiration, there was certainly a rock in the middle of the fountain, and a Zhu company was built.

Forests, village greenery, clear watery springs. In it the Zhu company showed some special signs and presence.

Niemia reaches over the village and slowly descends.

There were several people in the square.

It didn't happen that everyone could lurk like the easternmost village.

Since Princess Dragon's Mistral left with Niemia, I wonder if she didn't hide from the view.

Niemia lands in the center of the square and lowers the mistral.

And disappeared in an instant.

"Wow."

Even tyrants as well as child dragons are surprised that Neemia, who was more gigantic than tyrants, disappeared.

If you look closely, Niemia was miniaturized as usual and on top of Mistral's head.

"Terrible Dragon"

Don't tell me, I'm not going in there.

Even though Niemia is a child, she is still an ancient dragon tribe.

The people who were asking Mistral how he was coming back flock. And he was making some noise pointing to the tyrant swirling over the village.

But Mistral instructs them to step back like that and urges them to come down towards the tyrant.

Those who were making noise around Mistral panicked and scattered when they saw the tyrants descending, hiding in the shadows of the building.

The tyrant descended more slowly in an exceptional manner to boast of his presence, and at the end of the day landed with an uproar of ground.

Lawn leaves and dust dance.

The tyrant stares at the dragon tribe people asking about their hiding, but showed no sign of attacking them.

Mistral approaches the landed tyrant.

I jumped off the tyrant's back in space and waited for Mistral.

The dragon will fly to my side.

Then Neemia, who was on Mistral's head, flew off and flew cutely over me and the child dragon.

And finally to my head.

"Nah."

The terrible power of tyrants is ineffective in front of Niemia's cuteness.

Mistral was also bitterly smiling at Niemia's adorability.

Welcome to my village.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you"

To Mistral's words of welcome, I bowed as if I were behaving in the light.

"Stupid."

"A man descended from the back of a tyrant."

"It's instantaneous travel."

"That's the rumored Mistral's..."

I hear a slight conversation between people asking how things are going.

Well, how do I greet and explain these people? I didn't even have time to think about it.

"Mm-hmm. Welcome back."

Suddenly, Priscia jumped in space before me. [M]

I rush to hold Priscia. [M]

"Welcome back. I've never been here before."

"Priscia, I told you to stay hidden!

"I was hiding. But your brother's here."

Priscia shakes her head and denies Mistral's words. Soft chestnut hair dancing fluffy every time I shook my head and a small warmth I hugged. And to Neemia, who weighs a fair amount above her head, my expression breaks.

Oh, I've been able to see everyone again.

While traveling through Dragon Peak, a lot happened. I gained so much experience that I didn't think it would be a few days of events.

Well, most of that is a failure experience.

I picked up my life because Ares was there for me, and I didn't feel that lonely.

But when I saw Mistral and Priscia in front of me now, I realized that I was craving the warmth of everyone.

"I'm home"

When Ares showed up, Priscia slipped away from my arms.

Tyrants don't even roar anymore.

He stared at the small leap of two energetic weather toddlers playing in front of him with a laid back look.

The tyrant's notoriety and intimidation don't seem to work for the two young girls.

"Hey, it's a bright red dragon,"

Priscia fingers the tyrant with interest.

Oh, I have a bad feeling about it.

Did you also feel Mistral, rushing to get Priscia?

But I didn't make it.

A moment later, Priscia and Ares were crossing the back of a tyrant.

"Tiny scales. But you're not as lustrous as your grandfather."

Shaggy on the back of a tyrant, Priscia.

"Come on, Priscia!

Neither the attention of Mistral nor the intimidating roar of a tyrant works.

Beast man Priscia. Even tyrants subordinate me...