[Fafnir’s POV]

“Wait a minute, dear! What do you have to say about that?”

“What do you mean…?”

After returning to my nest in the dragon village from my master’s, Lord Kaisar’s, summon, my wife, Rururu (nicknamed Rue), saw me and turned into a devil as she approached me.

However, since I haven’t cheated on her or remember doing anything wrong, I just shrink back and endure Rue’s anger like I always do. But today, for some reason, my daughter Faruru (nicknamed Farue) joined her and started blaming me along with my wife, Rue.

“Father! What about us!?”

“Wait a minute, Farue! And Rue! You must be mistaken! I haven’t been unfaithful, and I haven’t done anything wrong! I swear by my name!”

“”That’s not the problem!””

The two were not in the mood to listen even when I swore my innocence.

Even so, I am still the head of one of the several dragon villages in this world, but I wonder what other dragons would think of me if they saw what I look like now…

This situation should never be seen by anyone but family.

“All right. Now that I know I was wrong, can you tell me what went wrong? Because if I don’t know, I can’t fix it.”

“Oh my, Dear. Are you still trying to play dumb?”

“It’s not something to be fixed, Father!”

Then they both look at me and point to my body as they say this.

“What are the things you’re wearing now? Do you remember that you’re not the only one in this house? You would have definitely brought similar equipment for your beloved wife, right? Why didn’t you tell us that there was something we dragons could wear? If I had known, I would have come up with a better design!”

“That’s right, Father. And I hope you’ve made mine pretty. I believe in you, Father.”

“N-no, this is actually…”

“Don’t give me excuses. Just show them to me. Or don’t tell me that you didn’t bring enough for us, but only for yourself?”

“If you say you only bring for yourself, I won’t talk to you anymore, Father!”

[TLN: Oioi, I’m feeling sorry for this father.]