Osama, known as' The Waste Dog 'and banished from both the party and the workplace, become

Primla invited Goldwolf to her home, the Holly Doll family mansion.

In view of his current position of homelessness, Goldwolf politely declined,

"Since your uncle was gone, my sister's pine pack has been blocked... please, could you please just one eye and see my sister?

And I was worshipped down, and I decided to accept the invitation, though I could care less about my miserable outfit.

"... while your uncle was in purgatory, the fifth wife of Godsmile the God-fearing brave gave birth to your son. This brings Mr. Godsmile's son to 10,000, and there's been a birthday in this city."

On the road to the Mansion, Primla told me what had happened the last three months.

... After Godsmile left the Demon King, he married 250 men, along with the Virgin and senior women who had followed him, and even those who had ties by then.

That was just about twenty years ago.

Then Godsmile used the position of a brave man who had left the Demon King to increase his wife by 250 each year.

And he used the magic of the prosperity of his descendants, and made five hundred children with them every year.

The children born are raised by men to brave men, women as saints, and the Gorgeous clan increasingly flourishes.

And now, politics, economics, military, justice, administration, education, religion… the Gorgeous clan held all the key positions.

Even the king of the great kingdom had a glimpse into Godsmile, and the king of the small country and others had already turned into his puppet.

"... thanks to Lord Godsmile's sons for being brave and protecting and guiding this city... this city is getting richer and richer. But why... security feels worse every day..."

Primla crumbled lonely looking at the houses connecting her along the river so much that she could no longer be called Slam Street.

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Holly Doll's mansion was further back in the luxury neighborhood, amidst quiet greenery.

In that position, the Virgin Clan does not roof with any but the man it loved, even if he is a family.

It was the same for servants, everything from guards to servants to gardeners was female.

Now that Goldwolf was less than suspicious, it was difficult to be surrounded many times by guards dressed as knights until he crept through the front door of the mansion, but Primla helped him every time.

The Lord of this house, who welcomed me down that great staircase, in a large hall like the palace of White Ya, was so surprised that his breath stopped at the sudden visitors.

"Reincarnation Holy Doll".

Just Primla's sister, pretty pretty girl. The moist and calm atmosphere is so regarded as the rebirth of the goddess.

The forehead is cut off as is the primula, but the long hair falls sarcastically to the feet, like holy water flowing from a bottle of water goddess.

Deep ocean-like eyes say that when stared at, everyone feels as happy as they are drifting in their mother's sea.

Being a parent, she was not a robe, but a piece of pure white dress handed down to this house from generation to generation.

It's not flashy, it's like an angel's coat, it's sober but thin and thin... but at the beginning, I have eyes in a certain place.

A certain place is the chest......!

Too special...!

Once Reincarnation saw him like a Goldwolf abandoned dog, as if his instincts had been inspired... he was cuddling a sole like a maternal giant.

A giant object covered in pure white lace, likely about Osama's head...... is pushed out all spilled, according to the shape of his arms.

Even if they take my eyes off me, it's that sight that can be described as harsh to blame.

Goldwolf forgot to blink too, but it's rude to look at Giro...! and distracted himself.

Without even knowing that such a serious trick is stirring up the Grand Virgin even further.

"Oh well...! Gol, you're alive......!

Reincarnation exclaimed with emotion as he spread his hands like the wings of an angel.

Her sister, Primla, said, "Oh... O-ru?" I unwittingly return the parrot.

Though Reincarnation has earned the title of 'Mother', the head of the Virgin Clan, she is only 17 years old with a weak crown.

Goldwolf and I are close to each other.

Primla is fourteen, by the way.

It is the age difference that deserves to be called "uncle" when it comes to Goldwolf.

"Oh..." Mother Reincarnation "! Whatever it is, it's rude to your uncle......!

Then Mother looked back at her sister with a troubled brow that could be called her queer.

"Fair enough, Primla. Stop being a mother, I've been calling you 'Mom' and I've been saying... And Gol, because he's already my mom's kid... 'Gol' is fine, right? Hey?"

Primla was still patting her eyes, but Goldwolf was smiling.

"You can call me whatever you want, 'Mother Reincarnation'. The celebration is a lot later than that. Congratulations on your appointment as Mother."

The head of the Virgin Clan is called 'Mother'.

As a proxy for the power of the holy goddess' Renalilis', he has the role of healing the people, sometimes following the adventures of the brave, and protecting the party from the hands of monsters.

The fact that Reincarnation has become a mother means that Liglas, the mother of her sisters, has been otherworldly.

But if the Virgin dies, it is the manners of this world to send words of celebration, not words of condolence.

Riglas' soul was not lost, but because he is believed to support the clan by moving to his oldest daughter, Reincarnation, to become a stronger force.

But the new mother begins to cover her face sassy and crying tricks.

But I wasn't really crying. It was obviously a lie cry.

"Well... until Gol, you don't call me Mom... dull"

She was like a Mother of Mercy, but the trick was as if she were a child.

Even as a parent, it's still natural, to a brown girl, and Goldwolf is bewildered.

The seemingly sister went into caution to turn down her sister's pace.

"Maza...... sister! Better than that, you can offer your uncle a bath and a meal, right? After that, I was wondering if you could meet Pine..."

When Primla suggests so, his hand, which was covering his face, paws open, like a vaa without him.

"Oh well...! That's a very good thing, Primla! Come on, Gol, this is your bath, right?

The landlords themselves were trying to take the lead, so the maids rush in to stop them.

"... your sister wants to do it herself, not leave it to the maids about her family. Perhaps, but I think your uncle is already a family member..."

Primla whispered to me that way, and Goldwolf gave it back "Ha..." so it was the best.

I was originally going to say no, but I was naively pushed by the Grand Virgin, and Goldwolf took a bath.

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"Oh well...! I missed you, Gol......!

"Yes, very nice, uncle......!

The Virgin sisters, who somehow waited outside the bathroom, said so as they dreamed when Goldwolf in a tuxedo came out.

"Ah...... thank you. These clothes will be returned by tomorrow..."

"Ohhhhh!

Young screams have interrupted me just because I don't care about that.

Seeing, from across the long hallway, a toddler comes running like a chick who finds his parents.

She is the youngest of the three sisters, Pine Pack Holly Doll.

Her face is messed up with tears and runny nose, but she is beautiful and young enough to be expected to be four years old.

Pine pack with stuck forehead and puppy dripping eary tails shaking like heavy rain and burning up eyes like trapped sunset.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

The hem of the one-piece shaped robe got tangled in his legs and he was falling a bit along the way, so Goldwolf went to his side to wake him up for help.

The pine pack then sticks to Osama's chest like a powerful magnet and stays put.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

"Oh, Mr. Pine Pack...... it's been a while. I've been away for a long time."

Goldwolf greets the child seriously, too.

I was gently stroking the head of a young girl crying like a fire had caught on.