[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

"Trouble."

Tetsu shrugged as she searched online for manners for a meal.

"Kyurururu?

Still no cell phone?

And, Gonske feeds me a light head poke.

"Trouble ~"

Princess Lulicia officially invited me to dinner.

I say it's a whisper, but to whisper, the place to eat it wasn't a whisper at all.

When I searched the place and looked at the menu list, lunch was priced at least one person, around five members of the family in the family who could eat and even serve dessert.

When there was even a dress code.

but you're okay with school uniforms, right?

Would that be rude?

I can't. I can't.

Want me to suggest a mass BBQ [Ojirado] all over the city?

No, I'm sure of the flames.

What are you gonna do? I barely know how to cook a table.

Even if I was learning, I'm not sure I can remember.

"Ahhh!!

Wouldn't this story work?!

Goddamn it, man. Yeah!!

"KIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

Gonske on the side, get your phone over here quickly. Yeah!! and bessies my tail all the time.

I have money because of this, and would you like to buy it on a tablet for Gonske?

When I started running away from reality like that, letters jumped in my e-mail receipt.

"Ah."

There was an idea in me about that name.

It was a thank you email about images of Astoria sent regularly.

She's disciplined too, isn't she?

With that in mind, I write a reply message to that email.

Can you tell me about the table manners?

As for Princess Lulicia, she lay low and explained, 'Astoria told me because she was invited to dinner the other day by a nobleman she knew due to various circumstances, but she needed table manners because the place was a different place, and she wanted to at least be rude'.

I don't have anyone else I can count on.

Oh, but I guess I'll be turned down.

Actually, it looks like she's having trouble with this one, too.

Not yet, noon.

I thought it would be about evening when the reply would come, because it would be in the next afternoon class, and I got a reply right away.

Reply Or it was an incoming call.

"Oh, uh, is it Mr. Tetsu's phone?!

"Hello, Mr. Astoria. That's right. I'm sorry, I made you call."

Bashh!

'Yeah, don't worry about it.

It's about the e-mail, but I can always do it.

So, when?

I'll teach you at my house because I have all the tools. '

Bash, bash, bash!

Dinner party, next week. I mean, the last day of prudence.

There's a holiday next week and it's three holidays in the world.

"Well, I'm suddenly on three holidays next, so can I interrupt that convenient day?

"Fine.

I've been free for three days, so I can do all three. Oh, you know my house?

"Well, thank you.

Then would it be a good first day?

Just crush it all for three days because I can feel it.

Speaking of, home, I don't know. "

'You don't have to worry about it.

But okay, first day of the third holiday for now.

Well, I'll pick you up. '

Exactly, I feel like a bad transfer.

But let's sweeten it to words.

"Thanks, that helps"

Bash, bash, bash!

Bash, bash, bash!

Bang! Bang!

'Don't worry about it. Okay, you're my friend.

By the way, sounds like some kind of bursting sound, but maybe you were putting it in?

"Oh, no, Gonske's like a video, so he's stuck with me for a quick phone call."

'Oh, well, then hang up. Gonske, Bye Bye'

"Ugly."

Hey, you don't smell perfume, don't roar.