Roji’s hand, which was tearing at his hair, stopped for a moment.

“What the hell, what’s going on again…!”

Roji extended his hands as if he were about to strangle Moya, trembling as he asked in a shaky voice, “Why are you making such a fuss about dancing? It’s not very intellectual.”

Moya coughed ‘ahem’ and spoke quite maturely, “Calm down, you ignorant wyvern! Rather than that, recite a poem. Why dance and make a scene… Ugh!”

Roji yelled loudly, putting a lot of force into his eyes.

“Why? I think I danced quite well.”

“How, how did you dance? Show me. Dance now.”

Roji, with his orange hair turning into a mess, spoke with hopeful eyes.

Without a hint of hesitation, Moya started dancing with his own rhythm.

“Watch closely! Like this, like this, like this, like this~.”

Moya spread his wings, tapped his feet alternately, and swayed his shoulders rhythmically.

“…This is crazy!”

‘I’ve never seen our father or grandfather dance so grotesquely, no matter how excited they were or even if they were drunk!’

Roji despaired.

“No way, did I clap my two hands for that nonsense with my own hands?”

Roji spread his two arms like Moya’s wings, shouting, “Please say it wasn’t this kind of dance, you damn wyvern!” while imitating Moya’s dance.

“Wow, it’s exactly the same! You also have talent in dancing?”

“Oh, it’s terrible… You showed this awful dance, and the Crown Prince saw it? Is that what you’re saying now?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

My image is ruined.

Roji, holding up his two arms like a scarecrow with an expression of disbelief, dropped his arms weakly.

“Prince Norton seemed to appreciate my dance, Moya~.”

Moya flew around the bedroom and cheerfully responded.

“…So?”

“So what? Naturally, I kept dancing while looking at that prince!”

“….”

One answer was refreshing.

Roji picked up ancient books about wyverns that were lying on the floor.

“Why all of a sudden?”

“All of a sudden, I want to kill you.”

Roji opened his eyes wide, quickly flipping through the pages.

“There must be a way to get rid of you written somewhere in this book… Ugh, he doesn’t know the language of the ancient land, so he’s so blind!”

Roji, flipping through the pages aggressively, threw the book onto the bed and began to curse.

“Wow, our orange-head doesn’t complain from his mouth, but once he opens it, he’s so scary. Right, Ao?”

Moya stopped flying and went next to Ao, whispering.

Ao nodded his small head, then looked at Roji and pretended to scratch Moya’s wings.

“And you’re doing that, Roji…”

With a look that still had something to say, Moya cautiously called her.

For a moment, Roji, who raised his head slowly with a more tense expression than when Moya, who had been confined in the jar for 300 years, came out into the world, didn’t say anything.

“Why again, what… What is it?”

If things got worse, she seemed ready to pick up the brick-like ancient tome and throw it at Moya again.
Ao, who was next to Moya, quietly moved to Roji’s side in an unusual atmosphere.

“Roji, don’t be surprised. Got it?”

“Yeah, just starting with that statement is surprising enough. Don’t beat around the bush, tell me quickly!”

“Just now. So, after the party ended, there was a little event on the way back.”

Blinking his red eyes, Moya, who casually brought up the topic, quickly reassured Roji, who had a visibly wrinkled expression.

“Calm down, there’s no need for such a fuss. It’s really nothing.”

“No wonder my heart is pounding like this…”

Roji stared at Moya, placing both of his hands on his chest.

“If it’s hard to breathe, should I tell you later?”

Moya rolled his red eyes, scratching his head, and said, “Phew, no. Continue talking.”

“It was a good thing. A beautiful thing.”

The more Roji listened to Moya’s words, the deeper his anxiety became.

“In short, you still don’t understand human emotions well, right? Since you’re about to explode, just get to the point, speak!”

Accepting Roji’s intentions, Moya nodded his head and summarily said, “Prince Norton, confession, successful.”

“Miyaaao! (Who the hell confessed to Roji! Congratulations, congratulations.)”

Ao was the first to react to Moya’s words.

Ao hopped onto Roji’s lap, licking Roji’s hand.

“W-What’s this nonsense? Explain properly! Are you just going to confirm this?”

Roji shouted at Moya, raising the ancient tome, but his face began to flush.

‘Why am I like this?’

His heart was pounding.

His face was burning.

This feeling was truly unfamiliar to Roji.

It was as if he had discovered a book with tremendous secrets in the library, but the stimulation in his heart was even greater.

“Hmph, you said to get to the point.”

Moya, who had a triumphant expression, opened a small drawer behind him and took out a sausage he had hidden inside.

“Quaaack[Dash].”

Moya held the sausage close to his mouth, breathing out a small flame.

“Miyaaong? (Not going to share with a friend?)”

Ao, who was eyeing the well-cooked sausage, once again moved stealthily towards Moya.

“S-So, Prince Norton… confessed to me…?”

Hesitation.

“Yeah? Uh-huh….”