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

Classrooms that have become a little reddish after school and at sunset.

Having taken a seat after the end HR, I headed to Prince Atl, who looked great in the back row.

"Prince, do you have a minute?"

"... what"

Same unscrupulous attitude.

It sounds royal, but I'm kind of pissed that I think this is infidelity since I heard about Cayone.

"Eh, I wonder if it's better after the other guy leaves. Or shall we change places?

Ask for Cayone, who will sit in a beautiful position if it is not the seat in front of the prince.

"Right. Can I have a moment, please?

Talk about the duel, talk to the piss. It's not good.

There are even more rumors about my reputation. Besides, as a prince-side, it would be scandalous to find out you're fighting with people from other countries.

"Okay."

I nodded lightly at Cayone and dropped my hips on an empty seat nearby.

This is the tiger man's seat, who came back to flee when I approached him.

A regular man in the football club, with a look close to a human being.

I remember when I introduced myself at the beginning of the semester, I boiled everyone in my class by declaring that I would be a regular during the year.

It's weird.

The beast man really looks a lot different.

The Tigers in this school alone are a wide variety of rigid white tigers (White Tigers) who walk bipedally as big tigers, or short haired tigers (Tiganians) who are close to people like boys in our class and have a neighborhood pattern on their faces.

In the world conflict zone in mainland China, there are a few tribes, the Blue Tiger "Seiko" tribe with blue body hair, and the Tooth Beast Tiger (Sabel) tribe with sharp fangs, and even the same tiger beast man's appearance changes from gallery.

Even Gassara of the Lion Clan said she rarely met a lion beast who looked like herself.

Speaking of Gassara, he told me that he could let me use the ring in his paradise brothers and sisters' aside for lunch break.

Now you don't have to worry about people or places at once.

I have to thank Mr. Seijitsu, Gassara's brother's catfish beast, next time.

I wonder what your sister Nanairo is. The impact was too strong when you got help during The Tooth Rock Incident, which scares me to be honest.

Gassara also said he was a super power type and a battle junkie.

What if they suddenly fight and sell like princes? I don't feel like winning at all.

"Kaoruhei-kun, should I interrupt tomorrow at lunch?

From the front of the classroom, Makio climbed the stairs.

"Oh, right. He's kind of sticking it out, too, and he says he's gonna barbecue, so why don't you come hungry?

"Haha. Our brothers and sisters are snacks as we see them. I'd like you to be gentle."

Yeah, well, I forgot to tell you. Danger. Danger.

Tomorrow is Saturday and we're throwing a welcome party for Rouge.

I'm actually looking forward to it, because I've had quite a few people after collecting it.

Makio's sister's chick is coming, and neither Sister Sabu nor Miyakura are staying to participate.

I'll be very busy when I get home today.

"See you tomorrow."

"Ooh. See you later."

Reassuming the big backpack, Makio took the stairs down to the classroom exit.

Outside the classroom, you can see Leena from the Short-haired Three-haired Cat (Miqueneco) clan, chairman of this class. Unlike princes and cayones, those childhood tamers seem to have nothing to do with fights or mismatches.

Those guys, you're bringing back textbooks and stuff. That's serious.

I'm all in the desk, by the way. Both school attendance and dropout are bare hands.

Homework? What's that tasty?

By the time Makio left the classroom, most of the students had disappeared.

I know I'm overthinking it, but I think I'm still in the classroom, which is one of the reasons I got the other guys off school faster.

You're usually the guy who leaves the classroom faster than anyone else. I am.

Oh, my God. You wouldn't have to avoid that blatantly, would you? I'm gonna cry. True.

"Mmm. I guess that's enough."

"Yes, I think it's all right"

Once I looked around and checked, Cayone agreed.

Well.

"Just say the requirements. I'm not free either."

Prince Atl opens his mouth as he arms up and brings it to his chair.

You, can only pronounce hatred? You're a different vector from Lord Nez in Alba to piss people off.

"What are you talking about? When you get back to the mansion, you're only in the habit of muscle trenching."

"What. What's wrong with that? There's only enough muscle building to do what I do. Then I'll do everything in my power."

"No. Many others will be seated. Language and etiquette. Magic for general upbringing. I have as many things to do to review Dylan's history as I want to do to have a dinner party with an emissary from another country. What are you doing with muscle muscles if you only have time. You're done selecting" Me the Sea Dragon, "right? We have to reduce the amount of martial arts and muscle trenches and start doing other things."

Here we go.

They're leaving me right now.

"Humph! Even if I don't, my older brother and Settle will do better, and they will get the best results. Why do you have to do what you know you're gonna lose!

"Will you say that again, Your Highness, the prince with the guts of this loser! You are not winning or losing! If you gave up before you did that, you wouldn't be able to do it forever!?

"I know you can't do it forever where you did it!

"Based on what? –––––– ugh"

"Stop! It's a stop, you two! Please, just do that after my story is over!

You won't be able to start talking for long, though!

"Shh, excuse me"

Returning to me with my utterance, Cayone bent over embarrassed to fix her residence.

"Hum."

Prince Atl makes his nose rough and looks out the window in a grumpy manner.

Ah, you obstinate prince.

If you don't screw the story a little hard, it won't be over for long.

"Eh? It's about the duel, but if there's nothing wrong with the boxing rules we talked about before, I'd like to ask you to do it the next Sunday. The day after tomorrow."

"The day after tomorrow, is it? As for this one, I don't care what time (whenever) it is because I can't go through it, is that okay with the wind? Isn't anything sudden?

That's not the case.

Instead, it's best to keep the Moya Moya in my chest, so I want it to be over soon.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose, but I'm the kind of person who wants to finish the trouble first.

"No, it's better to end chatter than this one. I suppress the place of duel, so I'd appreciate it if you could pick me up on the same day."

"Really? Accepted. Then we'll have gloves and headgear."

Oh, that's good.

I was wondering what to do about the tools.

Worst case scenario, he said I should ask the boxing department to rent it.

"By the way. How much healing magic can Cayone use?

That's what I was wondering.

We humans who can't use magic can only imagine how effective it is in terms of the grade and price of magic fixtures.

I rarely see natural magic, and don't come in unless you want information.

I don't know how amazing the magic of rank is when it comes to median or whatever.

To the best of my knowledge, there are quite a few healing magic that can be practiced by demonic healers in Japan.

They didn't have ten healing magicians convened during the "Tooth Rock Incident" in the meantime.

"Right. If you want to limit yourself to His Highness Atul and the Wind Waiter alone, you can handle it until you have lacerations, bruises, fractures, internal bleeding, or ruptured guts. Amputation of limbs, etc. … I thought it might be a little difficult for me to do this alone."

"Listen to me. What, would you stop giving me scary analogies?

I kinda imagined that!

I can't believe my arms and legs are flying at each other. That would be close to killing each other already!

It's a really healthy duel, isn't it?!?

"Don't worry, civilians. I'll cut you some slack. Let's get this over with without any noticeable injury."

"Uh?

Oops?

What now? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Oh well. Give me a break. Heh."

My temples cramp with pimples.

This prince is upset.

Aruba or something. I'm just as annoyed as Gassara was a while ago.

"No, I was worried. You know, princes who go to school with crutches the next day, you know, they're too cool to be shabby, right? As far as I'm concerned, I'm a civilian. I really care. Don't overdo it."

"Ho?

In the eyes of Prince Atl, a dull light dwells.

"I don't know what you're up to, but you're out big. There's a civilian flair. I survived the selection ritual of" Me the Sea Dragon ", and I'm no longer able to use magic in other countries, and I lose to less physically capable people?

"Your Highness! Whatever you say is rude! Apologize."

Cayone gets up in a hurry.

I took control of the body with my right hand and approached the prince.

What is this prince? He said it was really annoying.

"Oh, I made you feel bad -? I'm sorry. I didn't grow up well. You should have wrapped it in an oblate so as not to offend the prince a little more, shouldn't you? Reflect."

No more buying words for selling words.

I've been boiling it down a little bit. My thoughts bathe my dissatisfaction against the prince like a decimated dam.

The prince's mouth began to draw a pimple.

"You've got good guts, don't you, civilian!

"Good addition and subtraction. This one's on your mind for that big attitude! I don't know what country you're from, but it doesn't matter, you son of a bitch!

We get up from each other's seats and grab each other's chests.

Don't feel kind of visionary.

I remember doing this the other day... Oh, with Gassara.

The tip of my nose is so close that I think it might stick, me and the prince stare at each other.

"Oh, calm down! Please calm down, Your Highness and Wind Hospitality! Utah! Utah! Please, help me!

Looking around with Oro, Cayone asked for help to Utah, where he was not here.

"Yes! Mr. Kayo called. Ah!?

Come on! You're here already!

The called utai jumps out the classroom door.

Same high volume. The empty desk is rattling.

"Ugh, utah! Stop His Highness!

"Huh? There's no way I can stop His Highness!?

My ears hurt by the voice of Utah running over, but me and the prince don't go out of sight.

"Duel, look forward to it. Civilian."

"What the hell. I can't believe the prince expects to lose."

"I'll make you regret that slack."

"I'll pay you back just like that."

The tone is quiet, but we're already heating each other up.

Blood rising on my head is going to boil and give me hot air.

Konnya. I'll make you cry. I'll definitely make you cry.

"Humph!"

It was the prince who let go of his hand first.

"Kayo! Utai! Let's go!"

"Please wait, Your Highness!

"Hey! Den!?

The two follow with a small run down the stairs to Prince Atl, who looks grumpy.

I stare at it, I breathe.

Calm down, me.

Tomorrow is Rouge's welcome party. When I get home in this mood, I'll worry about Aoi and Shohei again, and the little ones will be scared.

"Or Dear Wind Hospitality! Sorry for the inconvenience! Your Highness's disrespect, forgive me in peace! Early Sunday morning, I, Me, will pick you up, thank you!

At an unimaginable speed from his usual clear attitude, Cayone bowed his head deeply and disappeared from his sight after the prince who knocked at the door first without waiting for my reply.

"Kaoruhei-kun, I'm sorry!

"Okay, bye."

I wave a hiccup at Utah, who apologized with a loud voice, urging him to go quickly.

Utai laughed nickally and ran through the door just like Cayone.

"... ugh"

While I'm at it, I don't think so.

I've never seen a fight originally sold so low a boiling point, even though it's buyism.

After all, he is. I don't care.

"Go home."

Boso snaps to himself and moves his legs.

Tomorrow's party, I hope it's fun.

With that in mind, I left the evening classroom behind.