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

The magic that stays on the field is slowly diffused.

I haven't used such great power in tens of thousands of years.

There is little more magic left over from the long build-up in this little body.

I need to go back to the Negiri and replenish the magic I have stocked in Demon Stone.

There was only a lot of time, so I have enough replenishing demon stones,

... My body didn't have to worry about the amount of magic in the first place.

No, no, no, no. Let's not look back on the past.

Then, if you say so, that's what I don't have.

"... wait."

Control with your voice alone without looking back.

I wasn't particularly surprised that it was more controlled, it just stiffened to perfection and stopped moving.

"Where are you going? Clay."

"Anywhere would be good? For you, I'm the only one in the way."

"Well, I'd appreciate it if you'd disappear from my sight, but I'm not done talking to you."

"I have nothing to say. Don't you think it's a good story for a bug to get from me when you don't give a damn?

While I was spreading my magic, the snake was trying to sneak away.

Clay.

Clay Ende.

My only companion, who comes from the same family.

She calls me her brother, but I'm sorry.

I never thought of him as my sister.

Arrogant, selfish, ruthless.

And she's a greedy woman by the horror.

Even I, the people who say I have a bad personality, feel nauseous about the character of this snake.

What a saint I am compared to her.

No, let's change the better.

She is genuine, evil itself.

"What I want to know is, thanks to all this noise, I've got a pretty good guess. That kid's pretty funny."

"Try your hand on that kid. I will destroy you with all my hands."

"Oh, scary scary scary"

I can't hide my frustration from Clay, who laughs like a tea. [M]

I didn't want them to know.

The clumsy presence of this snake is not a good thing to know.

It was a blind spot.

I had no idea this woman was alive.

For so long, I didn't even imagine being there without my presence. [M]

It's totally my downfall.

Even if it loses as much power as it once did, this snake can be a threat to the world enough for its mere existence.

At that time.

Far back in the day when even how much time had passed already.

This woman should have been wiped out by Serafi's braces.

I watched it with these eyes. [M]

It should have been destroyed with the screaming of the Terminator.

I'm curious what the hell means you put up with that brace, but I don't care now.

What matters is why this snake was monitoring the transfer magic formation of King Dylan's tomb.

If you're saying you've taken over the body of the same little one as me, this snake is also considerably weaker than it once was.

You won't be able to fly in the sky with our faces or distort the space as you used to.

Even I retain the ability to travel fast in subspace at the expense of all kinds of power.

Even if Clay's personality doesn't expect him to abandon his other powerful and aggressive abilities, the Transition Magic Team doesn't seem to be what he needs so much.

Because all you can do is transfer one way.

That transfer magic is certainly excellent magic and convenient, but the destination becomes limited to King Dylan's tomb.

The secret movement magic of other demonic nations has not freed them from its constraints as much as the places of arrival.

Why King Dylan's grave?

Even the magic formations in the royal castle of Francion, the demonic power, should be good.

Francion, located almost in the centre of the sphere continent, should be a good place to head to other demonic countries or to ancient sites that are still in operation.

"You're not supposed to answer anything anyway. There's no reason to stay here long. Are you sure you want to leave me alone? Wouldn't you leave the seal that I've unsealed out of time?

"Knock."

Really, you sexually vicious bitch!

Finding people in pain is the same thing!

"... good. Let's go. I can't do this to you now that you're depleted, and more importantly, you're using up most of your magic, right?

"That's the thing. We don't get to stare at each other here."

"But not next time"

That's right.

I can't keep this snake alive.

Its dos black sexual roots will always strip these kids and dragons of their teeth one day.

No, this woman is a natural enemy to all living beings.

If you don't hit your hand soon, you won't be able to take it back.

"Oh well. The haters will be dispersed. Say hello to the boy. Live with a master."

Not in my heart again.

Looking back to complain about an uninteresting joke, the figure had already disappeared.

… a magic tool for short-range transfer.

Um, that's a circlet on your forehead, right?

Maximize perception and check for the presence of snakes around.

Heat sensing, vibration sensing, mute sensing, magic sensing.

All the defensive results told us that the snake was no longer here.

But I can't be alarmed.

He's the one who's been disguising death for hundreds of millions of years.

It would be easy to deceive my eyes.

I can't get away from Aoi, the twins, and the people in the wind.

Business on this sphere continent, we need to do it early.

Alice's body is a concern, and we need to work out measures to deal with the snakes, and we need to hurry to strengthen the path (path) of the spirits with the twins and the sealing of your clumsy heart.

The challenge is piling up.

The magic used by me and Clay to keep the spirits and the clumsy away is the ancient magic Enchanted Spelling.

Because there's nothing modern magic can do to deal with spirits who don't have reality.

So we have to remove any residue of the magic we use with great care.

Because ancient magic pollutes the spirit.

After spending dozens of minutes spreading magic, I use flying magic to fly to clumsy places.

Large rocks in the wilderness.

There is clumsiness and smell at the top of it.

The clumsiness that has inspired the Spirit and the Spirit must be pretty worn out.

I lay my head on Aoi's lap, sleeping round my body.

I just got a little nostalgia in that look like a toddler.

It's strange, though it's not that long for me to live forever.

Once he was.

Exactly how clumsy you were when you were just a young kid. Oh. Hilda's, no.

Were you sleeping comfortably on the knee pillow of "Kaoru Kaoru Kaoru" then?

I still can't believe that a child who was tongueless, happy, and very sweet is now the father of a twin dragon.

You really have a miracle.

It's so miraculous that I want to thank God for questioning its existence.

Hilda found Aoi, and Aoi gave birth to Jaja and Nana, all because this child was born into the world.

Yes, it all starts with this girl.

The last wish left by Serafi has become realistic by the birth of this child.

What can I say but a miracle?

"Aoi, how's your clumsiness?

"... I'm sleeping feeling good"

Aoi stared at me.

Well, I guess so.

I don't know anything, because everything I've done looks suspicious.

"Tell me, uncle. What happened to Kaoruhei-san? Who is that snake? What happened to Kaoruhei earlier? What the hell is that spirit?

"Just calm down, Aoi."

"I can't calm down! I've never seen Kaoruhei so weak! Depending on the description, even your uncle!

Um, trouble.

I can't explain it, and I'm not willing to.

This is quite delicate, to be honest.

The multiple seals I put on that kid's heart.

Sturdy is origami, but still not absolutely.

There are several methods available to disarm themselves.

Because it's going to need fine-tuning as it grows, I'm going to be able to unseal it with certain words and aphorisms, and I was originally planning to renew the seal in anticipation of Clumsy's time as an adult.

Let Aoi understand the situation, if you accidentally say the word or something.

Depending on the unsealed seal, this child dies instantly with the force overflowing from the inside of his heart.

The path (path) of the Spirit opened by Jaja's contact with Nana was also properly followed by oral ingestion of the egg shell and taming it from the inside of the body in a case with Yur in the Tooth Rock.

Finally, there is now by draining all the anxiety elements and gradually distracting the reinforcing formula into the behavior of everyday life.

So you can't inadvertently explain the situation to Aoi.

Not only does Aoi teach Hilda and Kazuhei everything.

It's all about clumsiness living as a human being and dying as a human being.

That was my hope and that of Serafi.

But Clay.

He did something extra.

I guess I sensed a small spiritual path (path) in the clumsy body via the Transfer Magic Formation of King Dylan's Tomb, and grabbed the discomfort by rewriting the magic formations and called it in here.

Because of this, the gap between the seals that had been vacant along the path Path was ripped open.

... I think the transfer to the sanctuary was probably due to synchronization with Hilda's wavelength.

All I can say about that is unexpected.

I thought it was only possible for me to travel to and from the subspace to break into a sanctuary that was closed in space.

Well, if you think about it, it was a blind spot.

The ability of Hilda, Princess Dragon, is to spread the right path of the spirits diffused by what the Dragon Kings have modified to the world.

If that body is a mass of invisible energy, then space and distance have nothing to do with it. Even if it's a closed sanctuary, I can move around fine.

The structure of the Clumsy Spirit is close to the Spirit, and if the transitional magic route twisted by Clay had intermittently shortened the space and temporarily connected it to the subspace, it would break through the walls of the dimension separating the sanctuary from this world.

Sensitivity enough to synchronize with the Spirit could only hold Seraphi, the dragon of his original ancestry, and it is unusual as an organism.

So I've never even considered the possibility.

I don't know what unexpected things will happen in the future.

If the seal is flawed at that time, even I can't deal with it.

So just in case, let me ignore Aoi's question.

"Let's talk about it when we get back to Prince Atl's mansion. I want to give you some rest."

Let's tie the seal before we get to the mansion and then reinforce it.

Oh, yeah.

I also have to seal Clumsy's memory of the last few hours at last.

Knowing that Hilda exists may have some effect on the sealing of the heart.

Then I guess I'll even hide at the sea dragons until about the evening after tomorrow.

We need to see how Alice goes.

Because even though the surgery was successful, it still doesn't turn into a situation that doesn't allow prediction.

"... when you get back, explain it properly"

So he shrugged, and Aoi began to hold his clumsy body back.

Explain it.

I don't have to.

I'm sorry, but I'll let you roll it in smoke.

Even if I hate you the most, I will never break my mouth.

It's all because of this clumsiness.

"Hey, hey."

Aoi winged out, holding Clumsy Kun in the front.

"I'll be with you."

I jumped on your clumsy shoulder and snuck my wand up against my skin.

The dragonization made my clothes bounce. You did your job flying.

You can practice the procedure in your clumsy body under the guise of nature.

"I'm coming."

Speaking a word, Aoi flies into the night sky.

If you lift your body with dragon qi, the rest is the work of the Spirits of the Wind.

A servant of the Spirit who is smooth enough to fall in love.

This kid's done a lot of good, too.

Smudge and think so, look at the ground.

"... after all, is there still 'mud' left"

"Yes? Did you say anything?

"No, it's nothing."

Discard Aoi's inquiry appropriately.

That's probably where Clumsy would have metastasized.

There are signs of Clay's magical use in the evidence. Only in front of the rock is it soaked.

An ancient sea that produced the vegetables of life.

It is the soup of life and the same thing as our homeland.

Everything that makes up the 'original' body of me and Clay.

"... can you produce all that mud just by transferring"

I shrugged again.

Really all the abominations happen today.

I never thought I'd be worshipping that mud again now.

That mud over there is the beginning of it all, and the culprit.