Iruma and Lied have been turned into 3 years old by a potion of Eligos-senpai. The potion's effect will last 4 days.
Except both Orias and Robin triggered their wicked phase at the same moment seeing those defenseless babies. And now the babies and the two demons are into Robin's nest with Orias literally SHINNING of luck. Even when he sleeps. And Robin has his bow ready, backed by Orias's luck
March tries something and get kidnapped in the nest too.
And so, anything that Balam, Kalego or any other teachers tries fail because luck isn't on their side.
They try to call Bachiko but she is taken in the nest too.
Bachiko: So Robbie, you have a son now?
Robin: *soft purring sound*
Orias: Mine too.
Bachiko: Nice *pats Iruma and Lied's hair*
Aww! 🥰
Bachiko looks from the babies that were happily playing with Marbas' hands to her little brother (I know they're cousins, shhhhh).
He looked...happy.
His eyes were bright, his stance was calm yet ready to spring into action if something were to happen and he was happily nuzzling faces with Orias, the man she knew her brother had been crushing on for a while.
Her heart was happy for him, remembering how lonely he used to be because of the other members of the family ignoring him because he was "annoying" and "too much".
She looked back at the children and smiled softly at the sight of both boys happily doing a little dance, despite there being no music playing.
This seemed to entertain Marbas-kun as well since he was chuckling softly and clapping his hands to cheer the fledglings on.
Chuckling, she crawls over to her brother (who was happily laying on his belly while watching his sons) and lays against him with a happy sigh.
"Eh. I could get used to being an aunt." She smiled, scratching Robin's head.
The green haired man gave a happy rumble and leaned into the scratching.
The sound of... something going off, made her glance at the door. Sighing she shook her head in amusement.
The other teachers were trying to pull off a rescue mission but all they were gonna do is get hurt by recoil. Oh well. None of her concern.
