184 Golden Clan

As Niemia begins to descend toward the village where she is hiding in the great trees of the woods, the tyrant also follows.

As altitude begins to drop and the conditions on the ground become clearer, Prince Filel and Luiseine zero inspiring sighs.

Several people can see us descending from the thick branches and heavenly edges of the forest trees. And as it connects the great tree to the great tree, there are many bridges in the air, and buildings for habitation are also built on the great tree.

"You live on a tree."

It's like a bird.

As the twin princesses put it, the stronghold of life for those who were asking how things were going under their eyes was on the great trees, not on the earth.

And the surface was covered with tall grass and small trees.

"What shall I do? I wonder if I can't get down there somewhere."

So much so that the dense bushes spread beneath the great trees.

"Over there. There's a square in front of the valley. Get down there slowly."

Mistral fingertips. In front of the valley, where both ends soared vertically, there was a small green meadow that glowed.

"There's someone down there."

"He's waving."

As the twin princess put it, there are several people in the open meadow who are heading this way to wave.

"Follow those people's guidance"

"Nyan."

Niemia lands slowly and gently so as not to surprise anyone in the meadow.

But the tyrants that followed were, as usual, scattered meadow grass on rough landings.

"Here. Landing properly."

I've got liras on my back, and this is like a lot of land. I want you to behave cautiously in a way that openly causes problems.

As soon as I land, I run over to scold the tyrant. But the tyrant, grunting uncomfortably at his throat, stared around.

From the trees a little further away, from the grass shade of the meadow, there are many gazes of vigilance that ask us out in the open.

Whatever we are, we must be showing strong vigilance against tyrants, even though we invited them.

"The dragon king of the people. And a tyrant in the sky. Well done. You're here."

Me trying to calm down the tyrant. Lyla coming down from her back. And everyone else who gets off Niemia and asks what's going on around them.

It was a magnificent woman who arrived and spoke to us in a hurry.

Honey-colored hair appears in white costumes. A woman holding a long wand twice her height and staring at us with a gentle grin.

Around the woman stood three men and women with similarly decorated, again honey-colored hair.

Seen, many of the people hiding in the grass and looking down from the branches of the great trees had honey-colored hair.

The village of Mistral has a lot of blondes close to silver or people with silver hair, but maybe the hair quality varies from tribe to tribe.

"Dear Carnera, Forgive the noisy visit"

Seeing Mistral bow his head to a magnificent woman with a cane, I find out that this man is like Carnera, the chief.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Elnea Ease."

Following me, everyone greets Master Carnella.

Master Carnera listens quietly to our introduction and greeting with a gentle smile.

"Nice to meet you around here."

When I have greeted her besides the tyrant, Master Carnera walks over.

"Nice to meet you. I'm taking care of my uncle. This is Carnera. It's an honor to meet the new Dragon King."

Together, I shake hands with Master Carnella. [M]

I felt like this was a Mistral role, but I guess it was good for me.

To my doubt, Master Carnella, who shook hands, walks straight under the tyrant.

Three men and women around you will try to stop Master Carnera. But Master Carnella waved her wand gently, blocking the accompanying man, and gently moved to the front of the tyrant.

Just in case, I follow Master Carnella.

I couldn't stop following. [M]

"Finally, you responded to my uncle's summons. Thank you."

"Huh. I didn't come here because I wanted to. On the orders of the lad there, I had no choice. '

I didn't give you any orders. As emphasises all the more that tyrants did not come of their own free will, they raise a roar of intimidation to those lurking around them.

"Oh well. That it has a lot of power."

Master Carnera should have received a tyrant roar up close, but smiles in a flat manner.

"My uncle always wanted to see you."

"I would never see such an old man."

"Hehe. Don't say that. The rumor that you have been revamped has also reached here. You won't need me to say anything about past sins now. You and the Dragon King must be in the middle of an exchange of vows and repentance."

Apparently, Master Carnera has a dragon heart. No one's interpreting, I'm having a conversation with a tyrant.

"Come on. I got here because of this. Be sure to meet your uncle and go."

To Master Carnella I invite, huh, and a tyrant pointing that way.

"Come this far, I knew I'd go home, you wouldn't say"

And when I pinched my mouth, I was scorned by tyrants. But I smile at the look of a tyrant.

"No way, is Levaria afraid of her uncle?

"Don't you have to say it now?"

The tyrant opens his mouth wide with his sharp fangs growing astonishingly, and approaches me.

Ha, and signs of tension spread around.

"Yes, sir. All right, all right."

But the tyrant stops his face with his mouth open in front of mine, never really attacking him.

I know full well that tyrants don't mean it, too, so I stroked the tyrant's nose, for Christ's sake.

"I can't believe I've ever seen a tyrant dominating the sky of Dragon Peak with fear"

I shake my head at Carnera's words.

"I'm not nostalgic. Me and Levaria are already friends."

"Wow! What are your friends!

Ignore tyrant protests. Whatever he says, I think of tyrants as friends.

Guru, his throat rattles horribly and flames in the back of his mouth, but I caressed the tyrant's nose unintentionally.

"Hehe. The new Dragon King is a strange child,"

Nor did Master Carnella look afraid of the big face of the tyrant in front of her, smiling happily when she saw me and the tyrant.

"Come on, then. Let me show you where my uncle is."

Say, Lord Carnera turns back on his heels to lead us into the deep valley.

"Ah!"

They catch me and I turn my heel back. And the landscape I saw.

Whatever the Mistrals have been looking at the relationship between tyrants and me. Prince Filrell and twin princesses. And whoever was hiding behind the grass, and whoever was with you, drew his face and looked at me and the tyrant.

"Ah. I'm sorry I surprised you."

We know tyrants don't do evil without darkness anymore. But even if you hear rumors that you've been revamped, if a tyrant you've been afraid of for a long time shows you a bare gesture of fangs or spitting flames, then you're afraid.

"I'm sorry."

I bowed my head until I was a tyrant.

"Ka, Dear Carnera..."

Still, as soon as possible, the person with whom you have regained your mind will stop Master Carnella.

"I don't mind going to my uncle's from now on."

The man with you looks over at us.

"If you push too many, you will stimulate the Winged Dragons"

"Right."

Dear Carnella, who looks at us in the same way to the prophecy of your companion.

Winged dragons, which means that besides Master Yugra, there may be winged dragons and nests.

Carnera's clan takes care of Yugra-sama, which means that Wing Dragon's side may be used to people, but if all of a sudden a bunch of strangers push him, he might give him an extra stimulus.

Apparently, I have to run for office.

"Yep. We're escorts."

I'm not the one who needs to see Master Yugra.

First of all, the tyrant who was called. And I want Prince Filel, descendant of the founding king of Jortenitos, to be sure to meet Master Yugra.

Getting Yugra-sama to see you is the most important purpose of this time.

And if I were to put on someone else, I wonder if Mistral, who is also familiar with the Carnera-like clan and Princess Dragon.

I thought so and proceeded, and Mistral shook my head.

"I have seen my uncle many times. You must come here on our behalf."

"Eh. I think Mistral would be better suited."

"Ernea, you don't understand."

"When this happens, you, our husband, are the representative."

"Hey, wait a minute! Whatever I am, the twins are not my wife yet!

"Mr. Lyla, don't tell me what it's like to be your only wife, Ernea!

Oh, boy. Don't you guys know the word nervous? Don't have a maiden war, as usual, even if it's approximate.

I drop my shoulders disappointingly. And Mistral going into arbitration.

A bit of an idiotic landscape was taken aback by the people you accompanied and those who were lurking around you.

"Hehe. Is this all your daughter-in-law?

"Yeah...... yes. Are you planning on doing that?

I wonder if I can assure you. Answer with a bitter laugh as you scratch your head.

"You're a very pleasant family. There's even a little kid, and he seems happy."

Priscia leans on Ares just a little nervous because she came to a place she doesn't know. If I thought so, Priscia was jealous. Half-closed his eyelids as he sleeps, and his long ears dripping from time to time are unnecessarily dripping.

That's right. You're not nervous, are you? [M] Priscia is always the same. I'm just not playing around because I'm sleepy.

And Ares was accompanying Priscia like that, taking care of her?

Niemia remains big.

Why doesn't it get smaller?

Perimeter alert.

I see you've been alert to signs of being directed from all around you, becoming Neemia.

"Hehe. That's a really nice family."

"Yes!"

I reply with confidence to Carnella's words.

"We have Mistrals, and if this looks like it, we'll be fine. So, tyrants and dragon kings. And I'll show you that I have business with my uncle."

"Oh, please!

Prince Firrell nodded strongly as he was overwhelmed by the thickness of the women's minds.

"Mistral, you're coming."

"Yes. Come on in."

"Souvenirs."

"No, no, no, no. I don't have any souvenirs."

With a bitter smile, me and Prince Filrell head into the deep valley after Master Carnella and his entourage.

And from behind me, a tyrant followed me on a gentle foot.

"Wow, I've never seen you walk before"

'Yeah. Shut up. Shut up.'

"Maybe, you don't like walking?

'Shut up and walk forward. Or I'll bite you from behind. "

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"You and the women, I'm sure of it. Why aren't you nervous? '

"Yeah, I wonder. I think we're all nervous."

A situation where, for the first time, you feel certain signs of strain from your surroundings while being welcomed.

You can't be nervous.

I think everyone, more or less, is nervous.

So I guess we're all doing the stupid things we always do and relieving the tension.

our own tensions and the tensions around us.

To such an extent that Niemia did not immediately miniaturize, signs of vigilance were coming from the surrounding area.

That's why it's always occurred to me that the women are showing the same kind of interaction and that they're not the kind of people they're wary of.

Firmer women than I am. I wonder if it's okay to leave that place to everyone in peace.

"I don't know."

"Pfft. When the Dragons have a trusted companion, Revaria will know."

"With a gaze from above, don't tell me"

While we were interacting with the tyrants, we were inside a deep valley.

The horizontal width is enough for a tyrant to finally walk with his wings closed. If it were attacked here, the tyrants would have no escape. But the tyrant follows his tail without looking concerned.

Valley, I describe it, but I don't know if I could say that the road sandwiched by a cliff that cut both sides high.

Proceed through the winding valley with the guidance of Master Carnera and the accompanying person.

Sometimes, this is how the wind sounds through the valley.

Prince Firrell, who is one step ahead of me, is still nervous and on a firm footing.

Dear Carnella and the person accompanying you, without looking back, move on.

I just asked him how he was doing in conversation with the tyrant. Then the three men and women with you sometimes feel like they were responding slightly to the tyrant's words.

Maybe they have dragon hearts too.

It is sandwiched in a valley of high walls, and even if you look up, you can only see part of the cut sky.

But as I walked, the sky began to spread forward.

The end of the valley.

As we walked through the long path to the bottom of the valley, we stopped at a stunning sight.

The end of the valley, which was abruptly interrupted, had become a loose slope.

"It's dazzling!

Prince Filrell narrows his eyes.

Numerous winged dragons were nesting on the ground. And the pterosaur reflected the golden scales into the sunlight, and the land was shining like a treasure.