On the Way Home I Got a Bride and Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons

"... so I can't acknowledge the existence of a dragon that creates such a great treasure of value,"

I wonder why. There is no such thing as asexuality.

Thoughts without a place to go swirl with glue in me, accompanied by feelings of reality enough to make me nauseous.

Officer Dougie is looking at me with an ayahua gaze that can take pity and sorrow.

"At the field level, as far as me and the Commissioner are concerned, I don't think so. This is a true story. I don't think you believe me."

"The country and the city don't think so…"

To this small country town, those who aim for the presence of dragons push in large numbers. Well, that's something we can't deal with as civilians. But.

"I'll be honest with you. Yesterday's incident, with me and Officer Inoue in the presence of the Chief, only the four police officers who came for backup know the details. The prefectural police, the mayor and the governor haven't found out about Mr. Dragoline yet."

Why is that?

"Because they're gonna use Mr. Dragoline."

"Using?"

You got him?

"Yes. This town, for example. Even though there are fang rocks and hot springs nearby, there are not enough tourist resources. If you come there and the presence of the dragon brightens up, even if it is the greedy humans, you become a valuable tourist who drops money. Country, for example. An organism that produces resources worth hundreds of millions of yen in one, but also a long-lived species. As a way of looking at it, there are endless sources of finance. It's not funny if they think that way."

"Bye!!

I accidentally bared my voice.

I wonder what. Not very, but unbearable.

Just one day. That's all we're going out with. Very short.

Still, Aoi's eyes looking at Jaja were sweet.

His fingers touching Nana were sweet.

"They can't go anywhere... eh!

"... the wind is waiting for you"

If you notice, you're crying.

It's been too long, I forgot what it feels like to cry.

I should have decided not to cry since my mother's funeral.

"I cry at night, I do. Jaja and Nana. Get Aoi to give me a name! Jaja cries a lot! I cry louder than my sister! Nana is a dear child, and if she's still surprised or hungry, she calls for a proper aoi! I only laugh once in a while, but when I laugh, it's so cute! Next door, Jaja is laughing just as cute! Aoi, he sees it, he looks happy, those guys haha! Ahhh... Raha..."

I can't believe I'm not allowed to live normally... eh.

I can't stop it, because I must have seen it.

A dark day, in just one day.

Because I'm watching that parent and child live to the fullest, next door.

"Yes, that's why the dragon had to live in hiding."

Over my head, I heard a voice.

"Forty-two years ago, when the two worlds collided. A lot of them are dead. Countless lives disappeared instantly. Humans, beasts, demons, beasts and grasshoppers. And spirits and fairies."

"Ah, Master Aruba"

Officer Dougie is looking up over my head.

"Two worlds, different multiracial, different cultures. There is nothing short of a miracle that you, who share neither common sense nor even the value of life, have been able to make it this far in forty years. But even those miracles bounced off the dragons"

Soon, Alba Germain was there.

"Too strong a force became fear. Too strong a life gathered jealousy. Too strong a value triggered the dispute. You hate me, don't you? You're afraid. You guys would think that the disease of greed that's causing us so much pain in the ass makes us hate each other so much that we can't wait to see it?

Alba Germain keeps talking.

"But they didn't think so. I don't hate you, I'm not afraid. Dragons are sweet. The strength of motherhood is proof of that, but we are more kind than ourselves. They thought, 'Because we're nearby', people go crazy. I didn't think of any other answers. That's why I became a doctor. I made a promise to my ancestral dragon when confronted with a disease that threatened them, a multiracial greed."

"But then those guys..."

Over my head. I don't see him.

But Alba Germain is probably laughing.

Talk happily as you take exaggerated reactions that hinder you.

"Hey, you twin father. You're clumsy. It's so painful to watch, so gentle and clumsy."

Tips and got his head poked with a cane.

It doesn't hurt, but it sounds strange to my head for some reason.

"Such gentle clumsiness is the father of the first dragon of all time, and I'm glad."

The last place I was poked was kind of very ticklish.