“Oh, no, excuse me. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my brother, and I got carried away. I hope you’ll forgive me.”
“Ha, ha.”
The thin macho man, who seemed to be Prince Atol’s oldest brother, bowed his head so deeply that it made me feel sorry for looking at him.
Huh?
Where is the excited, annoying, thin macho who was here earlier?
I’m looking at an invigorating, handsome man who’s full of dignity and nobility, even as he’s apologizing.
“Well, since he’s younger so I tend to spoil him. As the eldest brother, I’m really no good.”
Oh.
Your face is slack as you’re saying that.
Yeah.
It’s the same person.
“I’m really sorry for the delay, but welcome to Dailan. I am Gatol Ketsa Agul Dailan, advisor to the King of Dailan.”
“Ah, yes. I am Kazamachi Kunpei.”
I grasped back the burly right hand that was offered to me.
The handshake with that shiny black, healthily tanned arm was as strong as it looked.
This is a reception room in a separate house of the royal family.
After that, with Kayone and Utai screaming in agony, Iris led me here, and I sat on the long, fluffy sofa to meet the first prince Gatol, a thin macho man.
On the other side of the thick, luxurious door, I can still hear the voices of the girls, which sounded like screams or cries of despair.
Amen.
“My wife is an old friend of Kayone and Utai, and she was very worried about them leaving the country and living in a foreign land, which she loved like a sister. I hope you will not be too hard on them.”
“No, no, no. Don’t worry about it… Oh, can you stop using honorifics? No matter how you look at it, I’m younger than you…”
The other party is the son of the king of this country, and the first prince is like the next king, right?
I’m not someone to be treated with honorifics by someone like that.
In fact, I’m the one who should be speaking to you in a respectful and humble manner.
He’s not someone a normal Japanese citizen should have to meet face to face.
I know it’s a little late, but I’m pretty sure that even talking to Atol like that is a problem.
“U-um, I’m Aoinoun Dragoline Kazamachi…”
Aoi, who was sitting next to me, stretched out her right hand with some hesitation.
“Ooh! You’re Sky Dragon-sama, right! Welcome to Dailan!”
Prince Gatol squeezed Aoi’s hand back, his voice even more emphasized than when he was talking to me.
“Roughrichte Dranglow. Nice to meet you.”
“This is Earth dragon-sama! Oh, what a day this is! I’m delighted to be here!”
He then took Rouge’s outstretched hand, who was sitting next to Aoi, and Prince Gatol gave a big smile.
Nana, who was being held by Aoi, and Jaja, who was being held by Rouge, were startled by his voice.
It’s okay.
“Oops, I startled the little dragons, didn’t I? My apologies.”
Laughing with a troubled expression, Prince Gatol scratched the back of his head with his left hand.
I’m not sure how he knows about Aoi, but how does he even know about Rouge?
Maybe we’re being watched or something?
“Well, it’s just as the Sage said! The sky dragon, the earth dragon, and the young dragon are all adorable.”
Oops, my question was already answered.
Alba Germain, that bastard…
I thought you understood our position!
“Well, Alba… did the Rat Sage tell you that we were coming here today?”
“Yes. I’ve been asked to cooperate with you. Well, apart from that, I’ve also received a message from a certain person.”
“Message?”
Who is it?
I don’t remember knowing anyone in Dailan other than Alba.
Mikuma wouldn’t have arrived yet.
“It’s the Sea Dragon King.”
“Huh?”
What’s that?
How the hell does the sea dragon know about us?
I suddenly became curious and looked at Aoi, who was shaking her head with a puzzled look on her face.
Next, I looked at Rouge, she tilted her head in a puzzled manner.
You said you’ve never met her before, right?
“May I ask what the message is?”
I guess we’ll never know until we ask.
I wondered what it was about.
“Yes. Garsha!”
Prince Gatol called out through the large door.
On the other side, Utai and Kayone were still screaming.
“Good grief. One moment, please.”
Prince Gatol stood up from the sofa with a dumbfounded face and headed for the door.
“What’s the message from the Sea Dragon King?”
“You don’t know any of them, do you? It’s kind of scary.”
There are three of them, the top of the dragon species.
It’s the Dragon King.
One of those Dragon Kings, the Sky Dragon King, is an acquaintance of mine.
Aoi’s mother, Yuriel Dragoline.
She was a scary and powerful person who traumatized me.
I’ve only seen her in her weakened state, but even in that state, she had supernatural powers that were far beyond me.
When Aoi and I had no choice but to fight, the two of us couldn’t do anything.
The other Dragon King, the Earth Dragon King, is Rouge’s mother.
I don’t know her, but from the old stories Rouge sometimes tells me, she seems like a warm-hearted person.
But after seeing Rouge’s battle in the Tsuk Crag Expansion incident, I’m a little scared to think that she’s even stronger than that.
Yeah. Definitely.
It’s all Yule’s fault that my image of the Dragon King starts with fear.
Because it was really scary!
“Ah, Gatol-sama. I want to play with Kayo and the others more.”
“Later, later. The dragons are waiting for you.”
“Oh, that’s not good. I’m sorry.”
As I shuddered at the image of fear burned into my brain, Prince Gatol appeared from behind the door, pulling on Garsha’s arm.
Behind them, Kayone, Utai, and Atol, who had lost weight in this short time, followed breathlessly.
“A-are you okay?”
I called out to Atol, who sat on the other side of the sofa from Aoi.
“It’s not okay… that’s why I hate coming to the capital.”
Atol looked up at the ceiling, holding his eyes.
I wondered if I should ignore what looked like a hickey on his neck.
“The other siblings do similar, if not better, things than sister-in-law Garsha… It’s exhausting.”
“They love you guys, don’t they?”
Because of the circumstances you told me about when we dueled, I imagined that you had a disagreement with your family, but you’re totally friendly with them.
The only one you don’t get along with is your father, the king?
From what I’ve seen, your father is also probably very attached to you, isn’t he?
Behind the sofa, Kayone and Utai were retying their maid uniforms.
What did they do to you to make you take that much off?
Something erotic?
“Dah.”
“Hmm?”
Before I knew it, Nana was on my lap.
It seems that she has dexterously crossed over from Aoi’s lap using only the power of her arms and tail.
Isn’t this the same as crawling already?
Amazing!
“Dah, dah, dah.”
“Nana?”
I was waiting with my hands outstretched to catch her, but she didn’t stop at my lap and moved closer to Atol.
“Ugh.”
Nana slapped Atol’s knee.
“Nana-sama… are you comforting me?”
“Heh.”
Looking up at Atol, Nana smiled wryly.
Wait a minute, Atol.
What are you doing ignoring me and ogling someone else’s daughter?
“You’re kind, thank you.”
Then Atol stroked Nana’s hair.
“Kya”
Nana had a very lovely smile.
Eh?
No way.
Why do you look so happy, Nana?
Is it possible that you like people like Atol?
No, no. As a father, I have no problem with Nana’s serious choice of partner.
I don’t have any problem with it, but isn’t it still too early?
Wait a bit! It’s better when you’re older!
Besides, he’s got a fiancée! And there are two of them!
“Kunpei-san, why do you have such a scary expression…?”
Aoi, who sensed something, pulled on my clothes with a dumbfounded look.
“No, because Nana with Atol!”
“He can’t take her away… She’s not even a year old yet, you know?”
No, no, I know!
I know that, but you know what?
Nana’s smile is special to me!
The only time she shows it to me is when she’s in a really good mood!
“Haa… I’m even worried about Kunpei-san’s daughter’s stupidity lately.”
“What? No, this is normal!”
“Shouhei-san…”
Aoi and Shouhei looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Aoi-neechan, it’s probably too late for that.”
For what?
“Garsha, that thing.”
Prince Gatol and Garsha-san sat down on the sofa facing each other.
“Yes. Here we go.”
“Whoa!”
From the boldly opened cleavage of her ample breasts, Garsha pulls out a fist-sized round crystal-like object.
What’s that! A four-dimensional pocket!
How can something normally come out of a pocket like that?
It’s only a little bigger than Mikuma, you know?
Hmm!??
Maybe Mikuma has something hidden in that cleavage of hers, too…
I’ll ask her next time.
“K-u-n-p-e-i-san?”
“Owww! You can’t help it! A boy would see it!”
She pulled my left ear as hard as she could.
Aoi had a friendly smile but her voice was really scary!
Aoi took her hands away from my ears and flattened her own breasts over her clothes.
“… I can do that too.”
No, no.
That’s impossible.
But I’ll never say it out loud, Aoi.
You can’t do it.
“W-h-a-t?”
“Owwwww! It hurts! I haven’t said anything yet!”
Please stop pulling my ear!
“You looked at my chest with pitiful eyes and shook your head!”
What?
Damn, I’m so honest, it’s all over my face and my actions!
“Um, are we done?”
Prince Gatol, smiling bitterly, interrupted.
Next to her, Garsha was giggling happily.
“You two are very close, aren’t you? There was a time when Garsha and Gatol-sama were like that as well.”
“Garsha, let’s talk about that another time. Here, let me give you the message from the Sea Dragon King.”
Then Prince Gatol patted Garsha’s head.
They are so close.
“Yes, then…”
Garsha, holding the crystal in her palm, closed her eyes.
I wonder what she’s doing.
” It’s a type of crystal ball that projects a recorded image, and it won’t play unless the magic is channeled through the correct procedure and you say the password.”
Oh is that a magic tool.
The Kazamachi family are lower middle class, so we aren’t familiar with expensive magic tools.
If Gasara, the magic tool geek, were here, he would be overjoyed.
“Ed Letty.”
Perhaps that was the password.
The crystal ball emitted a faint light and began to project something into the air.
It was a humanoid… woman?
The vague outline of the image gradually became clearer and clearer, and eventually, the image came into focus.
“Hii! I’m Carolia!”
… A close-up of a woman in her thirties was shown.
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