The Dragon's Father 3 - (Original Isekai Hentai Story Gone Silly)

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I had little 'Ame' for roughly a week, and the cat-girl had been, as expected, a little menace.

That being said, the cat-eared child was far from a pest. She was more of a cat than a human being with her antics, but she seemed to be keen to listen to my words.

At the same time, trust-building had allowed me to have her accept my presence, recognize me as her 'guardian' (or 'the hand that feeds her') and she actually allowed me to bathe her squeaky clean after two days of struggling in that regard.

Despite my hopes of skipping on my weekly visit in town to prevent giving Ame some new trauma for her to endure (while I also avoided people after the previous visit's bullshit and its aftermath), I had to go there to buy more food (appropriate food for Ame, actually) and get her more clothes.

I didn't plan to check on Ballius- I saw no reason to do that between still recoiling from the icky accusation of breeding his daughter (who, may I add, I always said I had been ignoring for years now) and I bet the man had already enough shit on his plate to actually need me to give him grief.

I was just planning to get all the stuff I wrote on my 'grocery list' and get back home. In and out in less than two hours.

However, as I was going through the chore of finding clothes that Ame needed (and liked), I took notice that one of the old pubs had been re-opened.

If I remember correctly, this one had shut down because the owner died of old age so it was one of those places I really had no issue with.

That being said, no one seemed to be checking it for some reasons and, as I walked close to check, I noticed people whispering towards me.

I think they were warning me and shit through 'indirect lore exposure'. Something about the 'new management' being scary or shit of the kind.

I wasn't in the mood to play a game of guess, and I could tell Ame was equally intrigued by the pub's name.

Larry's.

That was the most generic Pub's name ever. In fact, Ballius' own place was called something like 'the Dancing Lady'. It was odd for pubs to go for 'simple/modern' names, so I was very curious about it.

I stepped inside, and I was quickly greeted by a booming 'welcome' coming from the big man behind the counter.

That being said, the guy looked more like a 'big white tiger' than a 'big man'.

The accent also felt a bit too refined, too aristocratic for it to be a mere mercenary. His extensive scars along his thick muscular arms and the lone cut running vertically by his left eye suggested the latter but...

I could tell this was a retired officer of the Royal Army. What a rare sight to find in such a tiny town away from the royal capital.

"Good day... Larry?"

"That's the name, yes."

I nodded at his words and I felt Ame's glancing intensifying as I got her out of my jacket where she had been given the kangaroo's pouch treatment and placed her by one of the tall seats by the counter.

"Big!"

She exclaimed suddenly, and I turned to her with a hint of surprise.

Ame wasn't a loud and chatty girl, keeping it to 'Nyah's and other cat-like noises at best. If she had to say something, it had to be the kind of thing that she felt compelled to make known to others.

And Larry didn't seem to mind the 'comment', rather he chuckled at her. "I am, indeed, a big man."

The cat-girl nodded back, and I took this moment to check on the small list of brews Larry had to offer. Most were booze, but since he was open at this early hour, I knew already he had some non-booze stuff.

"Two lemon juices, please."

The tall white tiger nodded and turned to get the lemon juice bottle before filling up two small-sized glasses and putting some ice cubes there.

"Drink slowly or you are getting a brain-freeze," I warned Ame, the girl sparing me a curious glance and then drinking slow and brief sips.

I was a bit more bold about my sipping, especially since the lemonade was fairly tasty.

I felt refreshed by the time was done, and Ame appeared quite delighted herself.

"Here's the coins," I hummed releasing the amount listed for the beverage, and Larry nodded before clutching the coins in his palms.

"Thank you for your patronage, good sir and little lady. I hope to see you two soon," The buff bartender remarked, bowing his head and smiling.

I gave him a curt 'see you later, Lars' while Ame waved at him as I picked her up and we walked out of the pub.

The day had been most tame after that as I found no other hurdles along the way. I considered checking things with Bel, but knowing my luck she was definitely busy with Nashala.

And since I really didn't want to hear about Ballius and family for a long time, I decided it was high time to go back home.

One thing that I took notice of was an announcement that a noble lady was expected to visit within the next week. Not a princess, rather the heiress to a Duke or something of the kind.

Nothing that really concerned me, so I was intending to not be visiting out of fear of this being a trick of the 'plot' to give me grief.

Like hell I was now going to get myself and Ame implied in some bullshitty plot-driven circumstances. Not if I had a say about it.

Pacing in the castle's halls, the quiet tap-tapping of heels striking the floor impatiently got the various servants nervous.

It was quite rare to see the young Lady Priscilla pacing so earnestly and so restlessly around the large building. Even more as she sounded anxious about something.

One would even dare to say that it was something tied to the upcoming visit but... that couldn't be possible... right?

The truth, however, was held only within Lady Priscilla's heart - she was planning to... kidnap herself out of her current life!

Such decision did not come without some serious pondering, and it wasn't even like her father had been too shy from telling her he wouldn't 'bother' checking on her if she did so.

After all, his public announcement of arranging a marriage for her definitely meant he had his hands tied.

The Duchy of Arenthal was one of the oldest in Mermadil, having been tied with the crown many times with marriages between the first and second princess with the numerous daughters mustered by each Duke.

However, the large amount of children offered by each lord had dwindled down to the point where the Duchy was now less involved in the Capital's business.

The Crown Prince had succeeded in going through his desire to marry a commoner, something that already left everyone stiff and tense, but that also cut away at Priscilla's chance to this new alternative - marrying the pig-faced chancellor.

A man with some merits and twice the flaws, ugly both outside and within. His smile had that sleazy inclination that sent shivers to any woman with some common sense, and his 'rumored' involvement in the sex trafficking in the royal capital was quite closer to the truth.

The decision to have her marry off was not just a matter of prestige, but one of political and economic pressure.

The Duchy had been on a steady decline, and the sudden hike in taxes had generated a whole lot of issues in upholding their usual expenses.

Cuts had been implemented between selling the family's summer home and laying off several servants in the process, but it was hardly working. And with the Chancellor having the King's ear in poisoning the Arenthal's standing, it felt 'necessary' to take that step.

Or maybe not.

At the end of the day, her father cared not for the title - if not for the benefits this granted his daughter. And Priscilla, despite her own self-awareness for her privileged life, knew it was either leaving suddenly or facing the dreadful chances of becoming a sexual slave to the lecherous old man.

Her pride dictated facing the threat head on, but her common sense, something her father had taught her much on how to handle within their own lives, demanded she didn't do anything risky and stupid. Such as 'daring herself into the nest of debauchery and hopelessness'.

So, running away was an option.

She had enough pocket money saved up, her father gave her a list of reliable contacts to check with and she had a solid plan to work with.

Priscilla had to behave so fussy to save face. Like heck she was getting found out by her servants and then grounded by her father.

She was going to leave that gilded cage, or face eternal damnation through that depraved ol man! And she was sure as hell going to die trying to keep her freedom!

AN

The MC tries to dodge 'another' plot issue, but the plot had grown more aware of his trickery. And now? Now he is getting a...

Padawan!