After being born into another world and growing up there for eighteen years, Morris acquired three baby dragons.
One loves to drink, one loves to act sweet and obedient, and the last is timid as a mouse.
He thought he had landed in a lighthearted dragon-girl-raising story, but then he realized something was off.
He had been keeping his head down and developing quietly, so how had he ended up on track to become the top student at the Magic Academy?
Morris was baffled:
"What do you mean the magical prodigy surrendered without a fight?"
"What do you mean the trolls run away as soon as they see me?"
"What do you mean the foreign races are lining up to pay tribute to me?"
Hey, you've got the wrong guy!
