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

"What do you say?

People's sparse morning classes.

I am in the middle of suggesting to Prince Atl, who will step back and sit in his chair, if it is a boxing duel.

Let's compete with the rules of sportsmanship.

"I don't mind. It's the royal measure of listening to the voice of folk grass."

What are you talking about? This Prince Tontinkan.

You forgot to offer a duel without even asking our opinion.

"Yeah, it would be greatly appreciated to say that there are clear rules. Because even if this muscle prince is impotent, he can be stopped by the rules."

Cayone, who stood next to the prince and listened quietly to me, smiled and nodded a little.

It was nice to have someone to talk to.

"Well, no, I was wondering what I would do if they refused. I don't want to make too much noise."

A little relieved I sat in the seat next to Prince Atl.

Well, whose seat is it here?

Well, no.

"Many fears and conditions should not be imposed on the offer of Sage, the dragon's bringer. Yet when I came with this idiot, His Highness. What would your elder brother say if he heard you?"

Cayone sees Prince Atl with a jito eye that even feels cold.

When Prince Asshole noticed the gaze, he gave a sad look.

"... I don't think so, Cayone. Snitch on Brother Improvement etc. -----"

"You wouldn't, would you? With the minister. That is remembered in the liver. Even the narrower shoulders, Your Highness, make the ministerial corps even worse."

Oops?

They're starting to leave me, aren't they?

"Humph! That's why I said I don't want to serve anything other than Grandma Illis. Much too much is said of the ministerial corps, etc. I could probably do it myself, and I would have done it by the time I was in the country."

"Will you tell me yet? Please don't put the young apprentice ladies in trouble by saying that too much. You tried to stand in the kitchen this morning, so you asked me to stop you, didn't you?

"I'm just saying I make my own about my own food. I don't know if it's an old cliché, but you won't need a poisonous clerk in this day and age. If I cook my own meal, I'll do it."

Oh, you can cook or something.

Again, I imagined a selfish, man-made bong clan.

Are you home to someone other than this prince?

"The kitchen service and the poisoning clerk are at the service of a fine royal family. The kitchen chief and the poisonous are also betting their own family names to serve His Royal Highness. It is not for those who stand above to take away their readiness and pride."

Cayone turns her body toward the prince, cramping her temples with pimples.

Well. You kind of feel like it's started.

This is a pattern I can forget, right?

"Ha ha! With my family name! Stop it, stop it! You can see me pulling on you and you're going down every house. Whoa! Why don't we all turn to Settle? Yeah, you'd be happier up there, brother Tettle. Look, it didn't just start with my bizarre behavior. My brother would get angry at first, too -----"

"Your Highness."

Ugh.

Do it. My spine was soggy.

In a short word Cayone unleashed blocking Prince Atl's words, the time stops between the Prince and me.

No, so much tension ran that I thought it might have stopped.

Cold eyes with different connotations from the previous one.

Its gaze, with its quiet, thin and sharp anger, stretches straight to Prince Atl.

Heavy enough to think it was a curse, I remembered the illusion that my heart had been eagled until it didn't matter to me.

"Are you serious about what you're saying right now?

"... oh, even if it stays with me, Inteira and the rest of the house will collapse-----"

"No. After that, it's about me."

A cayone that can be covered in the prince's words with a sense of eating.

Caught in that freezing glance, the prince looked away and looked at me.

Stop, don't look at me. I don't want to get involved.

Even if I didn't, I missed the time to take a seat, so I'm having a hard time right now.

"... would be true. Brother Tettle in Tokyo keeps busy day and night trying to connect with senior government officials. I would like a single competent servant. Besides, my brother highly values you and Utah. There is no one else who can handle the median healing magic in that year, and Utah is no different than a royal Kingsguard if only with the arms of his escort----- as an Inteira family, it would be better to have a connection to his older brother in the future, wouldn't it?

"Dear Tettle, there are about three people already engaged. Everyone is from the right house, and excellent women. There is no gap between me or Utah."

Cayone's expression is as icy as ever.

It looks just like Mikuma when he was scared.

I'm not sure I can fathom a woman in this condition.

"I do. Even if there is. You're the only one who can say for sure, no. The other ministers would be happy to pick it up if they were my brother. You're so sweet. I don't love you, my dear brother. -----"

"----- Huh!!"

"Ah, Ca, Cayone!? Whoa!"

Suddenly he rises from his seat, and Cayone leaves the classroom behind with an early foot.

I was surprised by the momentum. I never turned this way, even when I called.

Run down the stair-style classroom vigorously and open the door.

"Mr. Kayo? Is that the bathroom?

Utah, who was chatting with a girl from the next class in the hallway, was surprised at what Cayone looked like.

"Caryo!? Your Highness!! What did you say to Mr. Kayo!?

I dropped that off and threw my angry voice at the prince in the classroom.

"Annoying. If you're an escort, keep your mouth shut and stand there."

A nibbly attitude overthrew Utah, and the prince gently pulled the chair.

Frowning and arming, Prince Atl looks out the window in a bad mood.

"Oh, hey Prince. I don't know, didn't I overstate it?

"Humph, I'm only telling the truth. Cayonne is now forced to suffer my forgiveness and so on, but he was originally going to marry Brother Tettle. I don't know what brought me here. Even he liked his brother. You don't have to stay here until you can't do anything."

Huh?

No, that's definitely not true.

I don't care what you think. Marry you, Norinori. He is.

I can tell, can't I?

"Kazuku-san, hey, Chamon"

"Oh?"

Utai calls me in a small voice.

Turning around, he was inviting me through the classroom door.

Can you speak up like that?

"Uh, well what? Should I apologize? I think it's your fault."

Just give Prince Atl some advice for now, and I'll take a seat and head to the front entrance of the classroom.

"Extra help. That's disrespectful, civilians."

Words thrown on my back probably contain frustration

I reached the door, kind of moaning at the voice, and went out into the hallway.

Since the starting bell is almost ringing, the number of students is starting to increase.

"Cayone, where have you been?

"I went by the stairs. It's unusual for Mr. Kayo to leave His Highness's side. What happened to you? What did His Highness say?

If I tell you what's wrong, I don't know what that brother is talking about, but it's not something I should talk about easily.

What did you say?

"Uh, uh"

You're in trouble.

I don't know how to explain it.

"Hard to say? Hmm, because I can't leave His Highness's side like chasing him. Wind, can you check on me for a second?

"What, me?

What do you want me to do after him?

I have no idea what to say to Cayone.

That was definitely a romantic thing, wasn't it?

There is more to it than specialization.

"Mr. Kayo, you're pretty much on your own. I'm worried about you. I don't think His Highness is going to apologize."

Mm-hmm.

Do I have to go? Here.

"Wow, okay. I'll find you anywhere. The morning HR will start soon, so until then?

"Yeah! Thanks!

Hey!

Stop shouting all of a sudden!

It would be bad for your heart!

"Uh, I think Makio's coming to school soon, so can you tell him what's going on? I might be late."

"Ok!!

Somehow, feeling the unexpected pain in the ass, I walked out the hallway in the direction of the stairs, being dropped off by Utah's loud voice.