In the first chapter, it is stated that our mc does not have any memories of his/her/its past life, he/she/it only has a vague impression that he/she/it has reincarnated and was a male. For all you know, he may have been a male house fly in the past. For her now, it's just like she had grown up as a dog.

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Lowing my head further as the surrounding clamouring of students disappeared, their gazes locked on me.

Umu. I want to dig a hole.

And as that thought struck me, my vision went lower, from the table down to the floor, and before I knew it I was a dog again, my collar loose as well as my clothes.

Fumu. If I were to run...

[I'll starve you.] As if understanding my thoughts, Naomi's thoughts entered my ears as she dared me to run.

Without looking, I knew her expression would be dreadfully scarey, and without a second thought, I jumped off from the chair and the clothes on top of me and landed on the ground only to hide myself in brother's fur.

If she can't see me, I'll be safe, won't I?

Mm, I'm smart.

"*Cough*" As Nathan coughed loudly and looked around intimidatingly, all activity surrounding us resumed, albeit awkwardly.

Turning  back to the Prince in front of him, he smiled coldly, "I assume our conversation is over?" as he toyed with the knife in his hands, the cutlery he had used to cut his steak elegantly.

Noticing the threat in his words, a bead of sweat rolled down Raimen's forehead as he retreated, with brother #2 following him.

Digging deeper into brother's fur, I comfortably snuggled with him. Fumu, this feels nice.

Rubbing myself all over him, my cuddling session was quickly disrupted as I was grabbed by the scruff and pulled back onto the table to face.

Meeting Naomi's face, a vein was obviously bulging on her forehead as she looked at me with a smile.

[Oh no~ it's not good to frown~ you'll get wrinkles~] I said to her with absolute sincerity, my wolfy lips attempting to replicate a smile I made in my other form.

[Thank you for your concerns, however, I am eight years old, I will not have to worry about such things yet. About your freedom of spe-]

[Age doesn't matter when it comes to things like this you know?~ If it becomes a habit, you'll suffer, you know?~] I casually averted the topic as I squirmed out of her carry. 

[SHALL I BUY YOU A GAG?] 

[......I'm sorry...]

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After that, with a servant picking up my items, the twins and us siblings finished school by 5. 

Until one was 12, magic and swordplay would not be taught in the academy, though swordplay could be learnt through private classes or group classes, while magic was strictly regulated, only allowing children to learn it at 12.

Therefore, the classes for children under 12 were only common knowledge, etticute and body training, causing the classes to only range from 12-5 on weekdays, while weekends were breaks for the children.

In the carriage that had came to pick us up, we were escorted to the residences of the royalty where the dukes, duchess, King, Queen and their children resided.

To my knowledge, the king was the first son of the previous king, while the father of the twins were the third. There were a total of 5 sons and 2 daughters one of which were married to another kingdom's king, and tragically, the second prince was dead. Amongst them, their children are subjected to chances of ascending the throne, though it heavily relied on how favoured they were by the public and officials. 

From the gossip of the servants, it seems that Naomi, second born of Duke Kieran and a prince, Ethan, first born of Duchess Rainea was favoured to be the king and Queen together. 

Ethan was an extremely charming and kind child with unparalleled intelligence, though some argue that Naomi's rivaled his. His father was a famous adventurer that fell in love with the duchess and he was their child. Rumor has it that the duchess has already received countless marriage requests from neighbouring princesses. 

Of course, sword play genius Nathan was also favoured by many, yet his disposition was the flaw. He was not very......knowledgeable about the matters of being a king, what to do for the public or economy. 

Basically, he was an idiot. 

Fumu. To collect so many information, I'm amazing, aren't I? 

Anyways, we were on the carriage casually eating snacks the servants had prepared while the twins lazily conversed about an interesting topic.

"Are we going to that Ethan's birthday celebration?" 

"Don't remind me," Naomi rubbed her nose bridge exasperation, "It's not like we have a choice."

"The more you associate with him, the more will you two look like marriage candidates." 

"I know that, thank  you very much, this facade is getting more and more troublesome."

"Sister...do you want to ascend the throne?" Nathan asked absent-mindedly.

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"Definitely not."

After that, we quickly reached home and Naomi went to do whatever she had to. She was always doing something she wouldn't tell others about, not even me, who was always left at home.

As usual, Nathan  was practicing with a wooden sword, dealing hits to a straw dummy as he easily decimated it into a pile of straw on the floor.

As he worked up a sweat, I rolled around on the ground with brother, the two of us merrily playing the day away.

Answer before we knew it, the date of the Prince's birthday had dawned upon us.

At that point, I was still in my dog form and unwillingly dragged to the celebration.

Currently, Naomi was conversing with some of the nobles while Nathan dug into a pile of food that had formed on his table while I sat on a chair next to him and brother.

As time passed slowly,  a pretty noble girl came up to greet Nathan, "What are you doing here, all alone? Why not join the festivity and enjoy these wondrous cocktails?" She spoke with grace, fitting with her 15 year old appearance as she toyed with the cocktail cup in her hand.

"I'm afraid I have to reject your offer." He said with a dismissive glance before noticing the drunk Naomi giggling at another table as she talked to one of the Princes. 

She was giggling and acting like a child her age for once, toying with the delicious looking deserts in her hand. 

Standing up with an exasperated expression, he walked to her while ignoring the girl, who promptly stomped her foot in anger and mumbled curses before she left, forgetting the cocktail she had left.

Fumu. It smells nice, it's like strawberries.

A bit......won't hurt right? 

Wiggling my ass, I took a while before I jumped up to the table, landing in the pile of food.

...I never thought...I'll ever bath in food.

Oh my.

This......this feeling...of oil splattering on my body...when ever I open my mouth, food naturally enters...! Such bliss!

Rubbing around in the food pile, brother who had been watching my actions earlier also jumped up on the table, greedily gobbling into the food.

!

I lost sight of my original objective! 

Shaking my head to clear the gluttonous thoughts, I wobbled to the glass cup, licking up the delicious cocktail.

With my small snout, I could only reach a bit of the sweet juice, and in my frustration, I changed back into my other form.

Now with fingers...fufufufufufufufufufufu......

This is really nice~

"OI YOU!" Nathan's familiar voice came, startling me out of my stupor. 

Surrounded by stares, I was the child that sat on the table as naked as a baby covered in oil.

"GET OFF!" He bellowed with volume that resonated through the castle.

Scurrying off the table, I hid under it with slight dizziness, my body swaying side to side like my tail.

Fumu. The world is shaking.

Stomping over, Nathan who had his sister on his right shoulder, picked me up and swung me over to his left shoulder, his expression extremely stern as he left.

Ah, the world grew shorter.

The moment we stepped out of the hall, servants came to pick me out of his carry, throwing me into a bath tub.

Fufufufu. Look at those bubbles~

After some scrubbing, they dressed me and returned me to the hall, where Nathan and Naomi was.

Noticing them on the other side of the hall, I rose my hands and happily waved, yet none of them returned the gestures.

Wagging tail and wriggling my nose, I ran towards them with a pitter patter, yet my tail was grabbed. 

"What's this unsightly creature?" The owner of the hand laughed haughtily as her entourage laughed along.

"Someone should just bring the animal out." Another girl laughed with her hand at her mouth.

"Someone should teach you manners." A boy called out as he appeared from amongst the crowd.

"Prince Ethan......happy birthday." The girl quick let go of my tail before bowing while lifting the sides of her dress.

Coming into our view was a ten year old child with brown hair that was pushed back, his tails and wings black with sleek feathers, on his face a kind smile.

Walking over, he reached his hand out to me, "Are you okay?" 

Fumuu.  It's a true prince. Fumu. This maiden heart of mine is thumping. 

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I-I'm a male! And even if this body is female, it's a dog's! Don't be compulsive, me!

Closing my eyes, I turned around and ran to where Naomi was, pouncing onto her.

Fumu. I did well.

"Bwahahahahahhahaha." An ominous laughter from the Prince came behind me.

On that day, the news of the highly esteemed lady killer prince favoured to be king, was harshly rejected by a young girl spread far and wide.