Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

The middle recessed, tail building is visible in front of me.

But when the blockade is in progress, will the lights be off?

If that's the case, the elevator won't be available either.

In that case, you should also think about climbing from the outside.

You're the one who built me a nest in total trouble, and I go ahead with my legs sighing.

Beyond the polished glass, I see no shadow of a person.

All of a sudden I feel like I'm exploring a city that's turned into a ghost town by itself.

Stand in front of the entrance. Make a noise with Vienna, the automatic door opens.

"Whoa."

Apparently, the power is alive.

If you look at it, vending machines and ATMs are glowing brilliantly, and the usual functions persist.

Is it to resume work as soon as the dragon is processed, or is it because turning off the lights will have a negative effect on the server and other things?

I don't even know what great people think. I just do what I can.

Proceed in front of the elevator and press the button.

According to the guidance diagrams on the walls, they seem to be transported straight from here to the observation room.

From the ground floor to the observation room, two hundred and two meters high.

It will take a lot of time, but you can assume you've been given respite time for mental concentration.

When I walked into the box, I pressed the open and closed buttons.

When I made sure the door closed, I put my back on the wall and put my arms together.

After a few seconds, the kooworn and quiet actuation sounds begin to sound. The box moved out.

I took my smartphone out of my pocket, leaving myself to a relaxed floating sensation.

If you look at the time, a little after twelve thirty.

You can say lunch time.

The female dragon upstairs must be hungry and waiting for her husband to return.

I don't even realize that I'm turning my missing partner into a widow anymore, and I keep waiting.

He keeps waiting as he warms up the eggs that will soon be destroyed.

So what?

The opponent is just a feathered lizard. There is no need to find humanity pointlessly.

Waste of sympathy is only shackled. I know that.

The opponent is a monster who plays dogfights on an equal footing with fighters.

I'll have to take him down.

As you breathe quietly, time flies.

One, two, three.

By the time I stopped counting in my head, the elevator slowed down quietly and stopped.

Ring the signal of arrival with the chin, and the door opens.

Stepping outside, it was already in the observation room.

The mood is for space travel. If you try to reproduce this with the magic of another world, you will have to ask a skilled magician.

I'll head for the windowsill and keep going straight.

My paternity skills have already expired, but I have to.

Even the physical abilities of the vegetables should be manageable to the extent of a dragon.

Magic in your right hand and emit a light bullet. Even the lowest level of attack magic is enough to break windows.

"Surveillance cameras or something..."

I hope the damage to the appliance isn't too much trouble.

I saw the footage of Kana being attacked and rushed out, so now I'm not even hiding my face.

Once it's recorded in the footage, they'll identify me as the intruder at once.

... Why did it pop up unplanned?

I don't like Kana at all. If I was about to be eaten by a dragon, even though I only thought of her as a little girl on my nose, my body would have to help me move on its own.

I recall Ayako saying that 80% of humans are born with a brain that can't kill people.

Apparently, in the theory of sexuality and sexuality, armaments are likely to rise on the former. Almost nothing to do with my will, homosexual love is driving my position.

But - isn't this sweet humanism that's left in me something you should never lose?

With that in mind, I kept unleashing magic.

It makes a noise with the palympathin and the glass breaks and then falls to the ground one after the other.

"Yikes."

Thoughtfully gripping the window frame with the sharp piece of glass still attached, he embarks himself outside.

Visually, it's a very painful situation, but my palm doesn't get hurt to the point where I grabbed the glass.

Even if it fell head-on from this building, there wouldn't be a problem.

Whether the psychological state of whether it is okay to fall or not worked in a good direction instead, then I can climb.

At times like this, you may be able to move more precisely if you are not feeling fear or nervousness.

I grab my finger on the outer wall and pull my body up like a cliff climb.

The top is finally upon us as we repeat it over and over again.

"... Phew."

Place your right hand first, then put your foot on it and lift your body up a lot.

I thought it would be a little nasty if they raided me while I was climbing, but apparently they were making me grow up.

"Are you the dragon guy?"

Eye to eye with female dragon.

Inside the yellow eyeball, a longitudinal pupil is engraved. Don't make me feel emotional, it's reptile eyes.

Can you afford the mighty, or does there not exist a heart in the first place?

The dragon's mother is dedicated to warming her eggs, keeping her wings gently tucked.

He should be a creature without much gender difference, but I can see he's just a little smaller than a male.

Everything is convenient. The motherhood that protects my child and the feminine roundness are only ingredients that jerk off the will to fight.

I generated a light sword in my right hand and wielded it. End with a blow. I don't need any hesitation.

Before you guys kill someone, just kill them first. That's all.

……

The moment I lowered my sword, the whole body of the dragon began to glow with clarity.

A blind eye or a defensive junction?

Anyway, it's only a futile evil reward. The difference in power between him and me is obvious.

The dragon can't have prevented me from attacking.

No, it's supposed to be.

"Ah?"

Shiatsu.

My sword was killing space for nothing.

Not defense, dodging?

It's a fact that if my firepower hits me, I'd rather avoid it than lose.

I look up slightly impressed with how such a judgment worked with the shallow wisdom of the dragon.

Then at the end of his eyes and nose stood Elsa, who was supposed to be dead.

He flushes his bright dark hair behind his shoulder and smiles smiling as he hugs the baby.

Living together with sharpness and clarity, neat face. Bright white skin. An even body shape.

Definitely. Elsa itself.

The outfit is a nightdress I always wore in my bedroom, and I have the illusion that time has rolled back. To the time Elsa was alive. To those days when I was happy.

"... why...?

I don't know what that means.

My legs move independently of my will, and I fall back on them.

Lost lover. Beloved woman. The woman I killed. The life I took with this hand to save a world that wasn't even my own home.

There's a human being in front of you who's never supposed to see you again.

"... is it Elsa?

Elsa won't answer my question.

Just keep a fixed smile and stare at this one.

So, I noticed.

That this laughing face is a lie, far from human emotions.

It's too perfect a grin, similar to a painting somewhere. Still-life completeness, like Mona Lisa, to parable.

"... Status Open"

I groan aggressively and try to analyze.

To Elsa in front of me.

To something with the same face as the woman I love.

[Name] Red Dragon

[Level] 109

[Class] Dragon

[HP] 18000

[MP] 12200

[Attack] 9900

Defense 10100

[Agile] 12000

[Magic attack] 8500

[Magic Defense] 8000

[Skills] Dragon Breath Flame Magic

[Remarks] Females of the Red Dragon species. In the breeding season, it becomes ferocious.

The appraisal results are black, and he tells me that that dragon's mother just turned out to be.

Again, this guy is not Elsa.

... I don't care about that. I get it.

It doesn't say anything about the matter when it comes to how you transformed it.

"... that dress..."

And.

This Elsa, turned into a dragon, wears a familiar nightdress.

Elsa never tried to look like anyone but me, with a thin dress.

It was the exact same to the point where the cloth flaked and spotted, something Elsa could not think of other than what she was wearing.

So you brought it from another world where I was?

No. I can assure you that's impossible.

Because Elsa's nightdress burned with his body.

Elsa's favorite dish was stuffed in a coffin and baked together.

Elsa the Miscellaneous, dressed in clothes that should have been lost from the world.

Well, I was remembering what Kana said.

The guide to the back dungeon that emerged after defeating the Demon King said it was a specification to take the brave man's beloved human figure and appear.

"... well. You're not transformed, you're interfering with my consciousness. I'm working on it so that I look like the hardest person to attack. I bet you are."

The dragon does not answer.

Just a chuckle in Elsa's face that I love.

"Are you an associate in the back dungeon? Or is that kind of technology normally prevalent in some other world?

The dragon says nothing.

I'm not intelligent enough to say. I know that.

But I can't help but talk.

"Elsa......"

With her arms gently extended, the dragon, who looked like Elsa, had raised her nails thoughtfully.

It was a waste of resistance because it wasn't aggressive enough to hurt my skin.

The dragon frowned and now opened his mouth firmly. The back of my throat starts to glow red. I got into a brace ready to spit out.

If we discuss this as soon as possible, there could be damage to the city.

I am.

What I have to do.

"... will I kill you again"

I'm not a killer.

Staring at the face of the most precious woman in the world.

On the horizontal line, I paid my sword.

Around, Elsa's body shakes.

At the navel, it is cut in two, and the torso slips off.

With a graceful smile, Elsa falls to the ground.

For a moment, a short light will be emitted.

I thought it was a suicide bomber attack by the Terminator, but it's not.

The dragon has been deformed.

Return to a typical dragon figure, like a feathered dinosaur, and crash upside down.

Maybe we've run out of power to sustain the transformation.

When I made sure I couldn't see the dragon anymore, I slapped the egg I was left with.

[Brave Kaiske won the fight!

Moment after moment, the system message flows and it is confirmed that you have finished crusading all the dragons.

Peace has been restored to the capital, Tokyo. I won.

I slowly lowered my hips and then, whimpered.

I crawled on all fours, coughed repeatedly, and vomited out of physiological aversion.

No matter how much you say you're used to killing, if you've got a creature in your hands that looks like a woman you love, it's not the story.

It's like the first time you killed a human. How many bad guys, like when you go mad with guilt.

Cry, throw up, suffer, beg forgiveness, curse yourself, your consciousness goes away, your blanks spread in your head -

And I'm back to normal.

It's okay now.

I'm so broken, but I can't let that happen.

Because that's the brave man, the father.

I turned back the way I came, used the elevator again, and headed back to the ground.

When I left the city hall, countless media outlets surrounded me with Mike in one hand.

... Apparently he couldn't hide it.

Were there surveillance cameras inside or were they shooting rooftops from afar?

"Mr. Neutral, although the moment of cutting off a giant organism occupying a city hall is in the video!

"Is that still part of the trick?

"Please say something about your future departure!

"What do you think of being a hero!

I slowly put my face close to the microphone and spin the words.

"Anyway, you want to go home.... I don't want to be a hero or anything, I want to be my home dad."

But aren't you single, the reporters laughed.