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

"Welcome back, Mother"

When I reached the mansion, which is Negura, the daughter of the devil clan, who calls me Mother, greeted me.

He sits with his knees at the bottom of a large staircase in front of a wide front door, looking at me with sleepy eyes.

"What. Are you still awake? It's bad for your skin to stay up late, huh?

"I decided I was awake until my mother came home. That's what I decided."

Right.

She's a daughter who sticks to weird places anyway.

Dirty magic bubbles that occurred all over the world during world clashes.

If you are unlucky enough to overlap in the city centre, it will be a 'dirty city'.

This girl is the one I picked up there.

Next to the corpse of a parent who died of addiction to magic, he was just staring at me empty-handed without crying, so it got interesting and brought him here.

Creatures contaminated with dirty magic can no longer live in normal places.

Because where there is no magic, you won't be able to breathe, and if there is magic, but it isn't dirty, your body will start to react to rejection.

Only constant immersion in high concentrations of magic brings the polluter peace of mind, eventually stopping all its functions from gut to muscle, from what to what, and dying quickly.

I gave this girl my 'mud' so she'd live longer than a normal guy.

You can pollute normal magic in your body and circulate it efficiently.

If I had appropriately dealt with him, he would have called me 'mother' at some point, and I would have missed him.

It's good because it's convenient. Anyway, he obeys my orders very well.

What this body cannot do with all sorts of constraints can also be managed with this daughter.

It literally moves with the hands and feet of this body that is a snake.

There are rarely so many convenient beings for me.

"You've been to Dylan, haven't you? Anything interesting?

"There it is. I missed you, too."

"Heh, it's unusual for my mother to look like that. Friends?"

Scratching up that gray hair, my daughter stretched out looking asleep.

"No, my brother."

"Mother, did you have a brother? Uncle?"

Her daughter tilted her neck as she touched two horns specific to the Goat (Goat) tribe growing from the back of her head.

"Oh, I was there. Now there's a cheap guy named Alba Germain who took a woman he fell in love with more than his real sister."

It's been tens of thousands, hundreds of millions of years, but now I'm angry when I think back.

That ancestral dragon.

If only he wasn't there.

"What's that? Mother, did she betray you?

Even if they betrayed me.

The only thing I thought I could believe in in this world, to my own kind.

I regret to say anything, so I ignore it and move to the back of the mansion.

"... hey, hey. Kill that brother? I'll go and kill you cuckoo?

"It's a good time. You can't even deal with him. Anyway, it's my kind. You can't beat them with simple force."

"But look, I'm strong, aren't I? I killed the people in this building, didn't I?

You're a really stupid daughter.

As soon as I taught him how to use his powers, he got on with it.

I took in my 'mud'. Isn't that natural?

But that power doesn't make any sense compared to us.

Maybe some ancient magic (enchanted magic) that erodes the spirit rather than the flesh can resist, but I didn't teach this girl.

"You took this hall by killing it yourself without even asking my opinion, didn't you? Well, that's good. I was looking for a base on the Ball Continent."

"Right? You think my mother could praise me more?

"Don't get on with it. Come on, give me a report while you're away."

Had I funnily poked at the despair and anxiety that was originally rooted in my spirit, I'd have grown into a hell of a character breaker.

I also thought about taking my self away like the rest of them, but this is funny, so I don't want to throw it away.

"I sent my weapons off the route on the Ball Continent to the fools in the example. And the pills my mother used to say."

"Heh. That's again. That's a long story."

It was two years ago that I followed you from the other side.

I'm happy to explain the philosophy and purpose of a less pinned organization, so things have been trying and assisting a little, but they haven't been trying to take action until now.

Why did you suddenly decide to move again?

"You want that medicine, you mean you're going to break out in the near future."

"I'm telling you all the explanations my mother said, so what isn't?

That drug, which I have been able to do as a by-product of the matter I have been studying for the last few thousand years or so, is a failure with too short a expiration date since it was purified.

Costs, users are bound to die, and more importantly, they have not reached a tenth of what their effects are planned to be.

Two weeks in sealed condition.

When I touched the air, I gassed in two minutes, so I had no use for it, and I was not sure whether to dispose of it.

But I could do a corner, and I was looking for a disposable experimental animal that would let me take the data somewhere, and the idiots in the example jumped at me with great joy.

They are really stupid people.

I knew I would die if I used it, but I didn't know I wanted that medicine.

Do you hate demons and magic so much?

Not many of them neglect the existence of magic that has suddenly become familiar due to world clashes.

This is due to the fact that there are so many areas in which mankind has outright denied the science and technology it has built and made it a thing of the past.

You don't believe in yourself as the apex of a primate, but you really think you should always have an advantage in a confused world.

Make me laugh.

I am the apex of the primate.

Give up a hundred steps, and Aruba, a fellow citizen?

No matter how smart the humans are, no matter how benign the beasts are, no matter how magically good the demons are.

Only this Clay Ende can transcend all life and reign on the throne.

Now is the time to spoil such a miserable look, but eventually I will get that look back.

It is then that all the foolish creatures fall down on me.

You would give me all of that, exactly as I wanted.

I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

"Speaking of which, I made a name for it."

"Name? Mother's?

I was twisting the snake's body and climbing the stairs, and my daughter lifted my body from behind.

"Oh, Clay. I decided to call myself Clay Ende."

"What do you mean? I've been trying so hard not to make a name for myself."

When my daughter holds me to her chest, she climbs the stairs with a firm foothold.

Name.

A name is an inconvenience.

Not only will you identify me, but you will be established as an individual in a magical sense.

The only reason I've ever been able to live without Alba feeling me is because I was pretending to be one snake without a name.

Mixing in the herd, lurking in the shadows, eliminating everything that identifies me, even blurring if it exists.

Doing so made it easy for me to create another 'me'.

There are far more disadvantages to having a name than the advantages of having a name.

If they establish the appearance, the name and the existence, then the chances of getting to what I call the existence go up gnarly.

But tonight, things changed.

Kid.

It's that kid.

I couldn't even do it, the transfer to the sanctuary.

I couldn't find the art of crossing into subspace and have been feeling itchy for the past forty years, but I finally found the thread.

Interesting.

That's really funny. It's Alba Germain.

There's something you've been trying to hide. Four dragon princesses hiding somewhere in this world and three dragon kings with mighty power.

Of those seven, the only one who could confirm her appearance was Princess Windy Dragon.

The first three thousand years I weakened the most and fell asleep.

In that short period, the dragon species had exploded more unnaturally.

From there this world has already begun to distort.

A dragon should have been a stand-alone and absolutely the only being.

There is no such function as to give birth to a child to that abominable Initial Dragon.

Because that woman is not a creature, she's a concept.

A system twitching concept created by the will of this star that exists only to preserve the cycle of life and the equilibrium of the stars.

That's the original dragon.

Yet today, there are probably thousands of dragons, from weak to strong individuals.

Why?

How are we getting more?

They don't benefit from 'mud'.

I haven't earned my way as a life.

It looked alive, it should have been nothing but a doll.

Yeah, I know.

Ten or eighty-nine, I guess that Aruba is involved.

That brother's original power was to 'raise' him.

I have repeated many reflections and thought experiments to grasp the path of the major muscles of the process, but one more step is missing.

The body of the Initial Dragon Serafi, who would sleep in the sanctuary.

If we can look into it, we will probably find the answer soon.

And there's also a way to get my natural body back.

My strength and flesh eaten by the first dragon should still be somewhere in the sanctuary.

That's why I have to go to the sanctuary.

Whatever means you use, be sure.

"Hey Mother. Tell me. Why did you suddenly make a name for yourself?

Eventually I climb up the stairs and my daughter drops me down in front of the deepest room upstairs.

When my daughter opened the door, she threw her body indoors and climbed straight to the bed in the room.

"You're a loud kid. I don't care. I don't know."

When I wrapped my body around the pillow and let myself in, my daughter lowered her hips to the edge of the bed.

"It's not good. My mother's gonna be named Clay Ende, which means I can name Ende, too, right?

What's boring.

"Why don't you just name it yourself? You're just calling me a mother."

"Are you sure!? Yay!"

She's a daughter who really sticks to what doesn't matter.

Sometimes it seems sexually unpleasant.

But it's good.

Waste that little life for me.

Let's immerse ourselves in our sweet dreams until the end and let them die happy.

How sweet of you. I am.

"Right. Ende."

My daughter landed lightly as she jumped out of bed and looked back at me with an uncontrolled smile.

The remaining face of that infancy, unchanged from when I picked it up in that thin, dirty city, turned to laugh expressively, unlike then.

"Then I'm Aylene Hass Ende from today! Ugh!"

Whatever was funny, Ellen twirled out.

"It's my mother's daughter. I am! That's why Allen Has Ende is fine!

"Okay, okay. I'm tired today. Let me sleep."

Shut up, really.

"Yeah, good night, Mother"

Ellen leaves the room slightly.

I put my face in the room once before closing the door and laughed again.

"Mother. Say anything, okay? I would do anything for my mother."

That's what Allen said. He closed the door.

"Hmm."

What are you talking about? That kid.

I guess that's natural.

I picked it up.

You belong to me up to a drop of blood from that body.

If I told you to die, it would be your job to laugh and die.

Come on, there's more to do.

Tomorrow we'll have to start working on identifying the coordinates of the subspace where the sanctuary is located again.

It's that kid who's the key.

If you go back from the origin of the Transition Magic Formation, you'll probably find the remnants when you cross the walls of the subspace.

Hehe, it's getting fun.

That's right.

You have to enjoy everything.