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Ping.

Tooyama Naruhito was an otaku.

He was an otaku who had touched countless fantasies and works of fiction, and through them, had experienced countless simulated experiences.

So he also knew the classic pattern for this kind of situation.

The beautiful but strong-willed heroine became frustrated and angry because of the denseness permitted only to the protagonist.

However, when a situation he had enjoyed as entertainment actually came crashing down on him as reality, what happened?

“Fukaka.”

“Spupu.”

It was nothing but stress.

Laughs like the murmuring of a stream echoed alternately.

Two absurdly beautiful women in makeup, no, beautiful dragons, looked down at Tooyama Naruhito from the stage.

No, surely this shouldn’t happen.

A simple question and panic began dancing inside Tooyama.

His reliable companions’ eyes were not merely dead. They had successfully fled while making full use of their abilities.

“Im… possible…”

A line like that of a cornered villain leaked from his mouth. Why? How? What had happened?

Countless questions circled through his mind, but not a single answer came.

The only thing he understood was—

“Fukaka.”

“Spupu.”

The dragons were not in a good mood.

“Now then, Tooyama Naruhito, Tooyama Naruhito-sama, who has received the reverse-request. Please come forward.”

“That damn woman. She’s in on it?”

Ping.

Messages spread before his eyes all at once. A quest notification and warm words from the one living in the bread archive in his dream.

“Tooyama Naruhito, Tooyama Naruhito… I feel like I’ve heard that somewhere.”

“That name should have come up at a Merchant Guild meeting. If I recall, he is the adventurer who supplies Dromora Trading Company with Titanos Mare materials…”

“I heard he was a Church person. Apparently he is that bishop-dono’s hidden knife.”

“Could it be that the Black-Haired Slave and Tooyama Naruhito being the same person was not merely a rumor—”

“The dragon slayer. The Black-Haired Slave… The one who killed the Hoarding Dragon-sama last month.”

Murmur, murmur. The venue filled with people’s voices. Tooyama Naruhito’s actions over the past few days had gradually, yet surely, been spreading through this city.

“Damn it…”

Everyone’s attention was focused on Tooyama. Without Lazaar’s shadow, there was no way he could escape from here unnoticed.

And that heartless lizard had made his decision quickly.

Tooyama gave up and slowly walked through the hall. Without even needing to push anyone aside, the waves of people parted in accordance with Tooyama’s steps.

In no time at all, he had reached the stage.

“Welcome. Thank you for coming. Oh my, where are Lazaar-sama and Stolu-sama…?”

Haroto looked at him and smiled. She probably understood everything.

“They went back to take a dump.”

Tooyama thought as hard as he could and grumbled in a way that made those two sound as uncool as possible.

“Oh my, well… Fufu, they trust you, don’t they?”

“How does that follow?”

“Because—”

Haroto placed a finger on her cheek and was about to spin her words.

“Woman.”

“You.”

The dragons’ voices were quiet and heavy.

“…My deepest apologies. Our dragons. Once again, I am deeply honored beyond measure that you most noble ladies have chosen this establishment for your play.”

“Very well. Do not mind it.”

“Yes, that is right. I apologize for causing a disturbance, Madam Haroto.”

“I shall never forget these words from a living legend, All-Knowing—no, Dragon of Human Knowledge-sama.”

Haroto accepted the bone-chilling voices of the dragons with grace and bowed deeply. It was the ideal way to interact with dragons.

“You two, why…?”

“Fukaka, Naruhito, good evening. It is a fine night.”

“Hello, Tooyama-kun. It is a fine night.”

The dragons did not answer Tooyama’s question.

“Um, can you stop smiling with those narrow eyes? It’s scary.”

“Fuka.”

“Spu.”

No good. Their smiles deepened again. The deeper they became, the more their thinly opened eyes and vertically slit pupils stood out.

Their smiles were scary.

“Noble dragons, exalted dragons, is it acceptable for us humans to continue witnessing your play like this? If you so desire, I shall scatter the audience immediately.”

While casting a sidelong glance at the audience, Haroto asked the dragons whether it was all right to continue this show.

“…Yes, I permit it. They are residents of my city. It would not be bad to take this opportunity to make the recognition between myself and this one clear.”

“I do not mind. I like humans, after all. As a one-night dream, a one-night amusement, I do not know whether it will satisfy you greedy ones, but… Spupu, I wonder what you humans will think when you see a dragon in love.”

The dragons readily allowed themselves to be exposed to the eyes of the crowd. By nature, they did not dislike being the center of attention.

All the more so for dragons who had left the Dragon Realm and chosen to live in the human world.

“Ah… Her face is so beautiful…”

“The Hoarding Dragon-sama is so noble…”

Humans who happened to meet the dragons’ eyes collapsed unconscious, one after another.

“No way, people are… falling over…”

They were so good-looking that people fainted. Tooyama was fairly put off by the unbelievable sight. No, with these two, maybe anything went at this point.

“Naruhito, well, sit down. Relax.”

“Drako… Wait, explain. Why are you here?”

At Drako’s words, Tooyama voiced his question. Though he desperately kept his thoughts spinning, no answer came. He could not even guess why dragons would appear here at this timing.

“Hmm? Wh-y, you ask? Fukaka, I wonder why, Naruhito.”

“Eek.”

Ferocious beauty, no, violent beauty was there. Her long golden hair was tied into a single bundle, and her hairstyle was braided. Its form would be convincing even if called a work of art.

A blue dress the same color as her eyes, white gloves, and skin even more dazzlingly white than them.

Perhaps because she was wearing makeup, Drako, who was normally stupidly beautiful, now emitted an even more stupidly dangerous charm.

But her eyes were not smiling.

“Spupu, now, now, that is no good, Hoarding Dragon. Tooyama-kun is frightened, is he not? Hm? But you are not the kind of human who would fear us dragons without any reason, are you?”

“Eeh…”

What was this feeling of sitting on a bed of needles? It felt as if he were a father whose cheating had been exposed. No, he had no father, and since he had never had a girlfriend, there was no way he could cheat anyway.

Tooyama sat shallowly on the terribly uncomfortable sofa. The two beautiful dragons continued smiling. But, as expected, their eyes were not smiling.

“…Seriously, what is this… Why is this happening…?”

“Tooyama-kun, I understand. I truly understand. From your perspective, none of this makes sense, right? The fact that we are here, and the fact that Alice is this displeased. Ah, I understand your confusion.”

The silver-haired, absurdly beautiful woman, the Dragon of Human Knowledge, tilted her head and smiled with her hands folded.

The eyes with which she looked at Tooyama drooped at the corners, and her cheeks softened.

However, her eyes still did not smile.

“Geh, pervert dragon, you too…? Um, if possible, I’d like an explanation.”

Her black lace dress, silver hair, and the sight of her combing through her hair with black gloves was a scene that made one want to pay money just to see it.

Suppressing the urge to take out his wallet, Tooyama slowly chose his words.

“…Naruhito, it seems you are searching for a woman.”

“A woman…?”

Drako muttered. Tooyama, under dragon pressure, public attention, and extreme stress, fell into a state of severe strain.

His body recognized that state as a threat to his life. Tooyama’s body, having encountered danger many times, reflexively began to act.

Countless hormonal activities, sharply rising blood pressure, increased blood flow. In order to avoid this situation, Tooyama Naruhito’s brain began spinning at full force.

“Don’t tell me…”

Conclusion: Everything had been exposed. The dragons had discovered that he had tried to threaten that woman bishop.

That was what Tooyama decided.

“Hmph… That reaction. As expected… You came here looking for a woman you care about.”

A woman I care about?

This one, what kind of leading question is she throwing at me…? What is it? Where did I slip up? How did she know I was trying to threaten the bishop?

To repeat, Tooyama Naruhito was an otaku.

Among the works of fiction he had encountered until now, he had simulated this kind of situation many times.

However, sadly, due to his low self-evaluation and the brainwashing he had received from a dangerous woman during his explorer days, Tooyama could not notice affection from others.

He was not dense. He was numb.

Therefore, Tooyama could not understand and could not even reach the right analysis. He could not imagine that he himself was deeply involved in the reason the two dragons were displeased.

“…What does that have to do with you two?”

That was why he could calmly say something like this.

Twitch. The Dragon of Human Knowledge’s breathing stopped. The Hoarding Dragon’s smile froze.

Tooyama Naruhito’s misunderstanding continued.

“…Is it something you cannot tell me? That you have a woman you care about?”

“Do I need your permission for every little thing I do, Drako? You’re my friend, but I don’t remember giving you the right to interfere that far with me. With things like coming to this city to build a bakery.”

The hopeless misunderstanding continued.

It was a classic situation, one where heroines fought over him or got jealous, but unfortunately, Tooyama Naruhito was insane, and his personality was basically not very good.

He was the type of person who returned hostility with hostility. Before he knew it, affected by the dragons’ displeasure, Tooyama himself had become displeased too.

“I see… Have you already made up your mind? About the woman you care about.”

“Yeah. This is the only method I have, and I don’t intend to stop. Even if you try to stop me. I mean building the bakery.”

“…I see. Tooyama-kun, are you truly that captivated? …I would like to use it as reference, but what about the woman drives you that far?”

“Huh? What about her…? Well, I’ve always liked it quite a bit. Bread, I mean. And I’ve bet on him. On Lazaar’s talent for breadmaking. I decided I’m going to do what I want to do. I mean the bakery.”

“I see… Spupu, this is a little unexpected. To think you would ever hold such feelings…”

“Such feelings…? That’s a weird way to put it. If you’re a man, it’s something you want to try at least once. Your own business. So I don’t understand why you two are pressuring me like this over it. I mean the bakery.”

A mismatch, a near miss. A conversation that would never intersect continued without the slightest stagnation.

“Naruhito.”

“What, Drako?”

Drako’s smile stopped.

She looked straight at Tooyama.

“I… dislike it.”

“Huh?”

“I dislike it. I dislike it. I hate it. Without consulting me, without consulting me… Ah, no, I understand. I also know that you do not like this kind of thing. But why? Is she more attractive than me? Is that woman?”

Drako’s blue eyes flickered. Deep passion overflowed from her vertical pupils, as if it would spill from her eyes.

“Huh? No, attractive? What are you talking about? It’s not something to compare. Besides, Drako, you and this, the bakery, are different things, or rather…”

However, that passion did not reach Tooyama Naruhito. He could not understand it, comprehend it, or feel it.

“A declaration of two-timing?!”

The excited Drako also bared her eyes and shouted. Their conversation was hopelessly misaligned, yet no one noticed.

“Spupu… Tooyama-kun, even I cannot really approve of that…”

Even the Dragon of Human Knowledge muttered cold words at Tooyama’s statement.

What? What were these two saying?

Two-timing? Cannot approve?

Tooyama Naruhito deepened his thoughts further. He squeezed his brain hard enough that eyes might grow on it. Two beautiful dragons saying incomprehensible things. He searched for their true meaning from their words.

Drako’s strangely heated words. The pervert dragon, for some reason, staring at him with distant eyes.

The cornered Tooyama spun his head at an astonishing speed. Stress, stress, stress. Excessive stress accelerated his body’s functions even further.

Ping.

It was progress.

The laws of this world did not apply to Tooyama Naruhito. He could not level up by killing monsters.

However, Tooyama Naruhito grew and changed by another law. A possibility held by all who lived in the modern era.

By facing trials, he obtained it.

A skill.

The evolution of Homo sapiens had always had that with it.

Tooyama Naruhito was the same—

“Naruhito?”

“Tooyama-kun?”

“I’ve solved the whole mystery.”

Snap. Tooyama snapped his fingers. He sank deeply into the sofa where he had been sitting shallowly and crossed his legs.

“Mm?”

“Pu?”

Run Horse Light. Before the crisis, Tooyama Naruhito’s brain cells accelerated and derived the answer.

The reason the two beautiful dragons were displeased—

“You two are sulking because you were left out of the group, aren’t you? The bakery group.”

Aha. With a smug face, Tooyama snapped his fingers once more. A dry sound echoed emptily through the hall.

“…Depending on how one says it, does it become that?”

“Hmm, well, that is a unique expression.”

The dragons made rather subtle faces. Tooyama judged that their reactions came from awkwardness after he had hit the mark, and continued speaking.

“Well, sure, Drako. I do think it was a little disloyal of me to do this without saying anything to you, my friend. I’m sorry about that.”

“Mm, a little…? Only a little?”

The dragons seemed to calm down slightly. Seeing that, Tooyama pressed further. With a single sentence that must absolutely never be said.

“But sorry, I’m going to say this clearly, Drako and pervert. This has nothing to do with you two. The bakery, I mean.”

“Eh?”

“————”

The faces of the two dragons froze.

Tooyama did not stop. Ah, he did not stop.

Build a bakery, earn money, and overcome the pledge from the grave good, the Church Pledge Scroll. This was a risk Tooyama Naruhito had taken on by his own decision.

It was not something to drag in Drako, who was his friend, or a dragon he did not understand.

Tooyama, following his own principles, and with his own form of consideration, spoke words at the worst possible timing, with the greatest possible passion—

“But don’t worry. Once everything goes well, I’ll properly introduce you two too. The bakery, I mean.”

He said it clearly.

That landed. Tooyama Naruhito could not help praising himself for that decisive line.

This was it. Since he was in the middle of a real otherworld transfer, surely it was fine for him to say something good and have things turn out nicely.

Amid his unstoppable self-praise, he suddenly saw an arrow floating in front of him.

“Hm?”

Ping.

The message flowed.

“Hyuka.”

“Shupu.”

Two trails.

Blue and dark.

Sparkling drops fell from the vertically slit pupils of the dragons’ eyes.

“……………………………Eh?”

Tooyama had made the dragons cry.