261 The sin of the Dragon Nation

"Fio, pass it on to the Dragon Clan with your abilities. Don't go for the Dragon's Graveyard until the disturbances at Dragon Peak have subsided. And the Dragons, in collaboration with the Dragons and their peers around them, told us to watch out for the alters."

You don't have a hand in not utilizing the Dragon Peak Alliance, do you?

First of all, we have to rendezvous with the Northern Dragon Nation and gather information.

Mistral's case has become a top priority.

So at least let the dragons lay their guard nets. And it would be nice if the dragon-hearted dragon tribe could tell the story and let everyone know what we're doing.

Drawing on my intentions, Fiorina activated her abilities as an ally.

'Wow. Elnea the Dragon King begged all the good boys.'

Yeah, don't add extra dialogue.

Fiorina's will spreads into the sky of Dragon Peak like a different wave. Then the roar of the dragon clan rose from here and there.

Shut up, you idiots.

Revaria also lost and growled, wings roughly winged towards the north.

Peaks thrusting through the clouds had begun to dye the summit white as early as possible. Under the clouds they colour red, yellow and green, and in low altitudes animals and warcraft are rushing around.

The view of Dragon Peak, whose summer and autumn seasons shift faster than the flatlands, flows at high speeds beneath your eyes.

As we proceeded north, the altitude gradually increased. Then, the air passage of Revaria, which cannot fly over the clouds, begins to be limited.

When the gap between the clouds and Dragon Peak narrowed, we also raised our guard around us.

I don't know when or where I'm going to be attacked.

Levaria is also flying at high speeds and keeps her alert by slowing down.

But instead of the Dragon tribe, there was not even a Dragon tribe raid.

Tyrant Revaria.

The Northern Dragon tribe also knows its horrors and notoriety by staining itself. I wonder if even Alta will be just as vigilant.

Without appearing, the presence that held us back arrived safely above our destination.

But the result was the worst.

"There's no place like this originally, is there?

"I don't have that..."

Levaria stops the northward march and swirls at the limit altitude.

And at the end of all of us' gaze, a black spooky mist spread, covering the deep valley.

"There's the northernmost village ahead of us."

That said, I don't see a village-like place in my sight. Or, inhibited by black fog, you can't see the back of the valley.

"This black fog is a curse, isn't it?

"Well, I can't get anywhere near this."

"I can't go into the village."

Lyla and the twin princess are right.

The black fog must probably be homogeneous to the breath of the curse thrown up by the Black Fei Dragon. That's all I get cursed for touching it.

Even Leveria can't recklessly penetrate into the fog, can she?

"But if it's a curse, can you use Louiseine's spell?

"It's worth a try"

Violent is the exclusive patent of a witch. Even the devil's sword curses, so maybe the fog of the curse can be cursed.

I can't experiment with a pressing situation, but right now, at least, there are no signs of anyone coming raiding me.

As Luiseine tried to concentrate on Levaria's back, Mistral also stepped forward.

"Then I'll help you too."

"What. Mistral became a witch too?

"Hehe, you can't be"

Mistral laughs funny, but we all lean our necks.

You're not a witch, but help me?

"Have you forgotten? Dragon Qi will be mine when I purify multiple rotten dragons in Yortenitos."

"Oh well!

"My dragon treasure balls belong to meteor dragons. It's sacred."

It was my dance that purified and nursed the multi-headed rotten dragon, but it was using Mistral's dragon chi, wasn't it? And Goldba, the Necromancer, was in a hurry knowing who Mistral's inner dragon jewel was.

"Well, let's work together and do our best."

Mistrals lined up next to each other nod at Luiseine's words.

Let's start with Mistral's arrangements.

Mistrals freeing dragon qi are faster to begin with than Luiseine, who is concentrating his consciousness and writing out his surgical ceremony in the air while serving his congratulations.

Mistral took a big, deep breath once. Shortly afterwards, a misdigit dragon air gushed from inside the mistral and exploded.

Mistral never wraps his body up like I do. But the blue eyes shine sharply. All of the dragon qi that encloses it, as it dwelt in my eyes.

Fully controlled clear dragon air. Mistral, beautiful, beautiful dragon, we're breathtaking.

Mistral smells dragon air and turns it into surgery.

Several star-like grains of light appear overhead and fly towards the black mist.

When the grain of light touched the black fog, it emitted blue and white light to mist the surrounding fog.

But the fog is too wide.

A very small part of Mistral's dragon art can be seen. From the fogged side, the fog returns to normal.

"This has to be done all at once."

Mistral exploded his dragon chi even more.

Immediately after that.

"Ah."

"What!"

Somehow Mistral and Luiseine ranged so that they could play. It was as if static electricity ran between them, two people trembling and shaking their bodies apart. And we looked at each other, wondering.

"What?"

What's happening?

Not just me, but Lila and the twin princesses. Even the Toddler Girl and the Dragon Clan looked at the two strangely.

It's unclear what happened, but both Louiseine's magic and Mistral's dragon art had been interrupted. And the two of us keep seeing each other.

"I feel like Mr. Mist is flowing me some power right now"

"I wonder why. I felt like I was connected to you for a moment."

"What do you mean?

Why did the power flow from Mistral to Luiseine? Or there's no way Mistral, who's not even a witch, has the power.

Legal power is the power that only resides in a goddess baptized and heavily trained witch.

Dragon Qi mistake, it shouldn't be. 'Cause if it was dragon air, we'd be aware of it.

I don't know what that means.

"In that case, you should try again."

Two people who follow the advice of the twin princesses and focus again. Luiseine, who devotes his congratulations and writes out a surgical ceremony in the air. Mistral inflates dragon air to near the limit at once.

"Ahhh."

"Huh."

And just like earlier, the two distanced themselves as they were played.

"Why not? Mr. Mist has the power..."

"A strange feeling......"

Just wondering, doesn't solve the problem. The two rub each other's information together.

"When I concentrate, Mr. Mist flows my powers for some reason, but I don't feel bad"

"I also felt a flow of something I had never felt heading for Louiseine, but I didn't feel bad about it."

"Then why did you leave like you were bounced?

To my question, they look at each other. And I said with my mouth together.

'Cause I'm surprised.

I see. You're just surprised. But the flow of power itself doesn't make us feel bad about each other.

"The power flowing from Mr. Mist was much stronger than mine."

"I don't know much about it. But for some reason, I'm glad to see your power flowing."

"Why do you feel so happy?

Asked me again, Mistral himself just tilted his neck and didn't seem to know the cause.

"Anyway. If it doesn't feel bad, why don't we work together here?

"Anyway. If the power flows to Louiseine, why don't you try some powerful magic?

Mistral and Luiseine nodding at the words of the twin princesses.

"We'll find out what happened later when we settled down."

"Yes, if you have the power from Mr. Mist, maybe you can use the Moon Formation alone"

Quickly, experiments were to be carried out jointly.

Mistral frees the dragon air to its limits, and Luiseine tries to cast a spell. Then, for some reason, the power flows in from Mistral towards Luiseine.

We don't see or feel the flow of power, but it's like Yuffi and Nina, says Louiseine herself.

And after a long celebration and a successful complex surgical ceremony, Luiseine unleashes the spell.

Behind the black mist, a big, pale light emerged like a full moon.

The light increases its brilliance without losing to the black mist. Then gradually the black mist appeared before us.

"It's like a full moon peeking through a gap in the clouds."

As Lila put it. It looked like a full moon light clearing up the black mist so as to clear the cloudy sky.

As we all watched, the black, creepy mist, which covered the deep valley extensively, cleared.

Labouring Louiseine, who breathes roughly on her shoulders, attempts to break into the back of the valley.

Revaria wings rarely and carefully so that she can respond to an emergency at any time.

We were alert to all directions, too.

It's a village.

"No sign of a person."

Behind the valley. There was a small village along the cliff.

Levaria slowly lands on the village square.

We set up our weapons and descend into the village.

"Priscia stay on Revalia's back. And Fiorina and Reem. Neemia will do everything in her power to protect you, Priscia."

"Be smart."

"Hang in there."

I wonder if Priscia is nervous, too. You obeyed my word honestly.

It's the safest thing on Levary's back. In case there is, Niemia will protect you. And Levaria can make the right decision and leave the place immediately if it's dangerous.

"What shall I do? Want to split up and search the village? Or head to a place where all of us have dragon feng swords at once?

"Right. Let's all go to Dragon Feng Sword Place."

I decided to follow Mistral's instructions and move on to the back of the village.

Proceed through a village with no sign of man at all and go back to the back of the valley. Buildings dot along the cliffs, and right next to the paved road can be a deep valley.

If you fall, you'll be dead for sure.

"By the way, I wonder who Alta is."

"By the way, what does it have to do with Alta?"

Speaking of which, I never heard of a detailed figure.

Once before, when we talked about me and Revaria being attacked by Orta, you just got a mild explanation, didn't you?

But he's the son of a tribal chief in this village, and he drowned in power, didn't he? And he stole three dragon jewels out of the Dragon Temple, and dwelt in them. Two of the dragon jewels I took belonged to the same eight dragon kings as I did, and by hosting a large number of dragon jewels, I let the power of their enclosure run wild. You can't completely bury an alter that's infinitely closer to immortality, and Lady Larsa sealed it.

Mistral nodded at me as I followed my memory.

"Alta asked for strength... to destroy all of herself. To destroy Dragon Peak, Dragon People and People..."

"What do you mean?

Maybe we should know. [M] Someone named Alta. Why did you seek strength?

"Alta is a mix of dragons and people."

A child between the Dragon and the People.

We know that if we are people, we can have children among other races. But I wonder why that turned out to be a search for strength.

It seems that the Dragon Feng Sword is currently dedicated to a company in a cave behind the village. We listened to Mistral as we headed there.

"Orta is one son born between the tribal chief Joaf of this village and Salina, a woman of the people"

Joaf said he had once participated in a caravan traveling to the King's Capital in the kingdom of Armuad. And when I went down to the flat, I met Salina.

The two fell in love before long, and Salina went to Dragon Peak to marry Joaf.

And it was Orta who was born.

But all I had to do was wait for misfortune for Alta, who was born between the Dragon and the People.

"Children of mixed blood between dragon and human race somehow have no power. It does not inherit the characteristics of the Dragon Nation and is also different from the Pure Nation. It was unfortunate that this village had the idea of supremacy of power."

Alta, who was neither as hard nor as dexterous as the Dragon Nation, was despised from birth.

And there will be a decisive case that corrupts Alta.

Joaf, the chief of the tribe, sought a strong inheritance and abandoned Salina.

"Lady Koa of my village is the one who pitied the abandoned Salina and Alta"

Koa, the tribal chief of Mistral's village, protected the two of them. But at that point, Alta's heart was already dead.

Mistral and Zan, who were close to their age, apparently took care of themselves in an attempt to regenerate Alta somehow.

That's why Mistral and Zan learned more about Alta.

"It is. Because Mistral said he felt so thoughtful before, he actually mistook me for an old girlfriend."

"Heh heh, that's not gonna happen."

Mistral smiling at my mistake. But the look wasn't sunny.

After all, due to Mistral's character, I wonder if it would be painful to contend with someone you've ever dealt with personally.

"Alta never opened her heart to anyone after all."

"... yes. You and Zan are also pure dragon people. You can't possibly understand my pain or my mother's pain."

"Become...!

What broke into our conversation was a black-armed man with a golden sword in his hands.