When my brother brought me back, they all stopped eating dinner. Ugh, it's not nice.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I did my best."

My mother's smile, it heals me. Ha, my mother is cute.

"Then let's eat"

I'll have it, and we're all going to have lunch. Today's dinner is a work of strength.

By the way, there's stuff in there that everyone likes. My father is a fish fry, my mother is a shrimp fry, and my brother is a hamburger. Martha stir-fried meat and vegetables, and Ark was popular with grilled pork, so I kept it in.

"Delicious..."

My brother and father seem happy. I'm more than happy for you.

"Actually, they've been eating my handicrafts here lately."

"What?"

"I made the apple pie that my brother used to replace the other day and the pudding that Dan wanted to eat again, and I almost made the tea treats that my father would eat for tea while he was at work recently."

"And the cute tea treats you served at my tea party the other day, Rosalind, right? It was lovely candied flowers. The cream roses were delightful."

"Mother, were you aware?

"Ugh. I knew Dan was a man, so I wouldn't serve him like Rosalind."

I think it was pretty easy to understand, Mother. That's just observation.

"No, I thought tea treats were ribbon decorative or two-color cookies or elaborate these days."

Ark, speaking of which, spills.

Brother, it's bad manners to poke at your desk, right? Father, what's wrong? Why are you in shock?

"Why aren't you telling me!

"You're my self satisfied. I watched my brother say something else, because he was sneaking up on me. If you know I made it, it won't be a legitimate assessment."

"I would have tasted and eaten more if I had known... ok. Apple pie, make it again."

"Accepted. Today's snack is apple pie, too."

"Yay! By the way... it's time to ask about the dragon on that head?

Oh, it's a public execution, right? There are too many scolded flags, and I don't care anymore.

By the way, Dragon, you were down there while you were trapped with Master Dirk, but you returned to my head again near being dragged by your brother.

I don't want to be scolded, but I don't lie because I have Martha who knows the big story. I explained in disguise.

"Rosalind, you're not very helpless, are you?

I was even noticed by my mother who wouldn't normally scold me.

"Yes..."

"What world has a girl that goes into the mouth of a dragon!

I couldn't say I was here after all. But maybe it wasn't a praised act, but I think it was my best.

"I'm sorry, but I can't say I won't anymore"

"There is no colour for reflection!

"No, I'm reflecting, but it's the part that worried my brother... because I can't abandon you, Dragon, so maybe if I were in the same situation, I'd do the same thing."

"My daughter is your wife."

"It's far beyond the realm of your grandmother!

My father's cheerful expression. What do I say, it's pretty uneven, isn't it?

"So, what about that dragon?

"Ugh."

Mr. Rudolph is here.

"Lady, you can't let it go into the field. Though the Knights have no dead, the injured are out. Veterinary designation and extermination."

"No, you can't!

"Then we'll keep it."

Father, Assari...

"Yeah, it's a dragon!?

"Mm-hmm. I have a sweetheart. No problem."

"Hey, you're cute, and I don't mind."

Dragon at the heart of the story, you look deliciously cazy about apple pie. They're tired of eating meat, and they seem to prefer the fruit system.

Eat it, but it comes down... well, they're kids, and I can't help it.

"Dragon, what do you want to do?

I lowered it out of my head, looked at it, and asked.

"I want to be with your sister. If I do, I can stay at your sister's house, right? I missed you because I was alone."

Stop, don't say sad things with your crushed eyes... oh, put your neck on pretty, no? What... it's cute already.

"My Rosalind is vulnerable to emotions."

"Well, I think that's a good place, sir"

"Well, what about Hal and Suey?"

"No objection"

"Same K"

In the end, Dragon, you've decided to be our child.

"Speaking of which, what's your name?

"No? 'Cause there's something that hasn't come out."

"... in Koo!

"Like this? Me?

"Yeah. What do you think?

The scales are red and brilliant, giving just the glow of red balls. When I was engulfed in flames, I became a boy about seven years old. I have burning red hair and eyes, and red scales on my forehead and hands and feet.

"Kew?

"Huh?"

Me too surprised to solidify. Everyone is a poker.

"Fixed for the first time, sir."

"Rosalind, you forgot you were a spiritual child."

I forgot the colo!

"And for now, you mean Koo is my child and my protective spirit!

"We're celebrating tonight."

"Congratulations."

"Nice to meet you, sister"

While I was surrounded by relaxed parents and commonsense people who still couldn't get out of shock, I got a new Mr. Dragon Spirit.