At the Northern Fort

Grail, returning to the fort after his morning rounds, was advancing down the hallway of the dormitory on his early feet, taking off his wet coat and gloves with snow.

I moved the knife and spare sword that were in my room elsewhere, but I don't care if the mill is leaving without injury. She's not used to living indoors yet. I thought it was because I was familiar with people and left them alone, but should I still have let the lay people take care of me?

While rushing to the mill, check again in your head to see if there was anything dangerous left in the room. I didn't originally leave any extra furniture or luggage, and I cleaned on the floor where the mill walked around. You shouldn't have missed one of the old floorboard sashimi, saying it's hard to scratch a soft meatball.

When he saw the door to his room, Grail walked out of his pocket and put it in the keyhole with a familiar hand. I was in a hurry, but the door gently pushes open, as the mill may be asleep very hard inside.

"Mill?"

The first thing that naturally went into my eyes was the bed of a little fox who just laid a blanket in a cage on the floor. But it was a mushroom there, so I raised my gaze up, and as I tried to look over the room, Grail stopped moving unexpectedly.

It's one color in the eye.

Black, black, black.

... what is this?

A stationery in the back of the room. And the ink of the sky falling on it. The contents are dyed black with documents and desks that were about to be written. More ink dripping from the desk also tainted floors and chairs, leaving a corner of Grail's room in disastrous condition.

It was Grail, who made his face look rude thinking about what the hell had happened in his room, the possibility of thieves and such, but it didn't take long to notice the little black footprints of the killer that remained there.

Grail laughed small with a sigh. I thought it was something, but when I find out who the killer is, I'm distracted. Is it also Mill's fault that a book that should have been on his desk to make it into paperwork material is arranged exactly on the floor for some reason with meatballs footprints? I wonder what the hell you wanted to do.

"Mill?"

Grail looked over at his room again. In this murderous landscaped room, there is little or no place to hide. First of all, the black footprints tell us exactly where the killer is hiding. Grayle didn't get lost and peered under his bed.

……

The white fox was still there.

Under the bed, in the back, at the far end, in the dark.

"Mill."

When Grail called, the child fox reacted with only his ears turned to this side in a vicious manner. I'm noticing the grail properly. But I never try to keep my eyes peeled.

Even with his guilty rounded face, he lays low with his forelegs shoved under his body, which would be dirty with ink. So are you going to hide the evidence?

After a silent peek under the bed for a while, Mill looked at this one upwards in such a way as to be afraid with his face facing down, but he was slightly distracted when his eyes met. With a badly caught up face, he turns in an unsightly direction.

Even if you hide your dirty legs, that attitude of caging under the bed or keeping an eye on Grail is more proof than anything that Mill is the killer.

Or it's on my face. All of it.

If you are innocent, you will not have such a grievous look.

Grail laughed unbearably loosely as Mill began to float an aura like 'The End of the World'.

"It's okay, I'm not mad"

Speaking as gently as possible, in the darkness under the bed, the light of hope returned to Mill's eyes for a moment. He looks at me this way, freaking out to confirm what I'm saying.

"I'm sorry I didn't tighten the ink lid."

If the ink lid was tight, even if the child fox wanted to open it with a prank, it wouldn't have been possible. In those clumsy forelegs.

I was alarmed that I wouldn't be able to climb the mill and didn't properly check the stuff on my desk.

"So look, it's time to come out"

Grail stuck his head under the bed and extended his long arm. Grab the root of the mill, which still keeps both forelegs hidden, and drag it out as it drifts. Mill never came out of his way, but he didn't resist until he was.

"Oh, you're really black. And all four."

I look at my exposed legs and laugh again. I wonder why even if they contaminate the room, this kind of feelings of anger and grudge don't come up.

He also seemed depressed by his failures, so he strokes Mill's head to encourage him to look sorry, strangely human.

"I don't think I'm going to get hurt or just drop some ink"

When I said that gently, Mill, who had ever looked silent and dark, suddenly rang "Kicun," stuck to Grail's feet, who stood up. If you want to translate, say, 'Wow, I'm sorry. No!' Is that the place? As soon as I'm relieved, I'm like a child crying out like I cut my blame.

I scratch my crisp and grail pants with my forelegs as I ring to beg forgiveness, desperately jumping on my hind legs. Grail did not hesitate to sacrifice his pants because the act was so adorable and spared stopping along the way. The ink on Mill's forefoot wasn't dry yet.

Oh...... sorry.

Really, I'm sorry.

It was me who was ready to be yelled at, scolded, and even kicked out of the fort, but the knight of the eye was a much sweeter man. He didn't scold me at all for not tightening the ink lid tightly, even though he had covered the room with ink.

He said earlier that he had defiled the knight's pants of the ship's eye to apologize and spread the damage further, but he chewed gently as if he didn't care about that. What a huge vessel!

Besides, now you're trying so hard to get rid of the dirt on my feet, saying, "That's hard to fall off". This is a situation where you are held on your back by a ship eyed knight sitting on the floor of a room wearing an apparatus and wiped one leg at a time with a wet cloth. I had my feet soaked and washed in a bucket of warm water the first time, because although the large amount of ink fell off, my toes still remained gray.

Now I can't complain about being supported by a sensitive stomach turning my hand, or getting meatballs gossiped with cloth. Because I have no right to do so. It is the only right now that I have been allowed to express my apologies for all the inconvenience and offer my gratitude to the knight of the ship's eyes.

Thank you, I'm sorry. That's what I wanted to tell you, and I was persistently licking the hand of the knight with the naked eye who was wiping my leg, and I said, "Okay, okay," and I was held back. Too bad.

The four legs ended up staying bluntly gray, but the knight with the naked eye said, "If you were running around in the snow outside, you would fall inside of it". I hope so. Otherwise there will be forever proof that I have committed a lapse.

Then the knight of the ship's eyes took to clean the room. The book seems to be his personal property, and he says it's not a problem because it's less dirty and readable enough. Good. But I'm sorry.

The dirt on the floor and chairs did not completely fall off, but they said they would be used as they were. Excuse me.

They throw away the desk, which was originally an old one, because the large spread ink had stained it all the way inside. "It's a good opportunity because I was thinking of replacing it with something new," he said, sorry......

And the documents that seem important are disposed of without question. Excuse me!

"I just have to rewrite the paperwork."

The knight with the naked eye is too kind and his chest hurts.

While he was cleaning, but the fox couldn't even help me, and I stood still behind him. Sit down and stare at the work with a sinking face to keep it quiet and out of the way.

……

It's rare that I can't do anything with my dodge in front of me.

But the knight with the eyes is useless. He doesn't seem to offend me. On the contrary, he looks back at me from time to time and laughs with his mouth up.

Why.

Washing my feet and finishing cleaning the room, the knight with the naked eye stuck a cloth in a bucket with dirty water and gently turned his neck. Are you tired? Because I have added extra work......

I can't help over-conscious reactions to every action of the knight of the ship's eye.

"Well, it's just around the end of the lunch break,"

……

Oh, sorry, sorry. I'm sorry I let you spend your precious break cleaning. No! I circled around the knight of the ship's eyes without meaning I did.

But the ship's eye knight really didn't seem to care much about the break crushing. Holding a bucket, he looked down at me gently and said this jokingly.

"We're going to go say hello to the Branch Leader. You're the greatest man in this fort, so don't bite."

...... hmm? Mr. Branch Leader?

After cleaning up the bucket, head to the person who will be the knight of the ship's eyes and the two 'Mr. Branch Leaders'. When I climbed the stairs hard enough to get to the upper floor, I proceeded down a quiet corridor. Something's wrong with the air around here. The opposite of an eventually noisy dining room or relaxing quarters, I feel nervous. As I stretched my spine, I walked perfectly stuck after the knight of the ship's eyes.

As for the branch ”captain”, I guess he's better than the Shigeye Knight, who is the ”deputy” captain. Earlier, he also said "the greatest man in this fort".

I wonder if I'm going to see that person now, and the nervousness makes me unable to walk. When I have four legs, I'm slightly confused as to which one I was going to get out of and move on...

But if I don't get permission from Mr. Branch Leader, I wonder if you can put me here.

As for the boss of the knight of the ship's eyes, he must be older than him, stronger and stronger than him.

In my head, an uncle appeared as big as a bear. He is the head of this harsh fortress. Thought I wouldn't be able to serve if I wasn't that person.

I wonder if it was Mr. Branch Leader's office, when he stopped in front of a large, heavy wooden door, the knight of the ship's eyes knocked on the door without feeling it. Hey, hey, I'm still ready for my heart......! Trying to fix my forehead, I realize that there is no hair in this world.

While I was doing that, I heard back from inside, and the knight with the naked eye opened the door.

Into the large room ready to confront a bear with power. While hiding in the foot of a ship's eye knight.

It was the smell that made me feel uncomfortable walking in the room. I know the smell of a burning fireplace gets stronger, but it also has a mixture of clean scents like soap. It should be about Mr. Teena putting such a scent together in a fort full of this man. What is this refreshing scent?

The room had no such features as this, bookshelves and paperwork shelves at the wall, a low table that looked fancy in the center and a black sofa to go with it, and a desk at the window. And then the floor is carpeted and meatball-friendly.

"Good job, Branch Leader"

A ship-eyed knight greeted him as he stood near the door. It's a polite, calm voice a little lower than when you talk to me. With that voice, I turn to my desk, too. But the moment I saw who was behind the hot air standing out of the teacup, my bear father in my head was Pern! And it bounced off and disappeared. Mr. Branch Leader was telling the opposite of my imagination.

Sitting at his desk was a beautiful boy with unconventional dark hair stretched out to the shoulder area. Inside his little face, his long cut eyes and cool brows, well-shaped nose and lips fit in perfect arrangement. A beautiful man with a neutral atmosphere, though no match for her mother's breathtaking beauty.

And younger than I thought. Is it a little younger than the knight in the eye?

The lines are thinner than those of the harsh knights of the fort and look much more elegant than they are. But my body also worked out. Yes, it doesn't feel like I did, and it's not as confusing to a woman.

A boss who is tough at work and seems a little ruthless, the impression.

"I've talked to you a little this morning about the girl, Gitzne, can you give me permission to protect her at the fort? I even brought him in."

"... what?

To the story of the knight with the naked eye, Mr. Branch Leader raised a single eyebrow. I don't think I'm too happy that I'm here.

Mr. Branch Leader slowly turned his gaze to me, hidden beneath the knight's feet of the ship's eye. Her heart starts to bug with tension as she is ejected by her pitch-black cold eyes.

But I'm actually pretty confident in my appearance. Honestly, I confess, but I think I'm a little cute about myself.

... Yes, I'm sorry.

But because! No one would look at a white, fluffy little fox and have the feeling of "wow scrupulous" or "physiologically murky" or anything!

So I know Mr. Branch Leader seems like a cold person, but he said to such a young girl, Gitsune, "I don't provide protection. I didn't think you were supposed to say," Throw it out. "

I'm a poor little fox. My mother has gone to the King's Capital, and I have nowhere else to go. I punch ink carelessly (heartbreak), but the basics are good kids. I tend to get excited and forget me when I see the marshy snow, but the basics are good kids. Please let me stay here.

With that in mind, I look at Mr. Branch Leader as if I were begging him.

And, the moment he and I met, he only opened his eyes for a moment. That's not exaggerated either, very slightly. Those eyes had some kind of emotion that wasn't just cold, but I can't read what exactly it is.

but the reaction afterwards was more of a problem for me.

After he opened his eyes, he wrinkled his eyebrows and ate his teeth. He looked as if he had chewed up the bitter worm.

Huh?, stared at...? He had a physiologically murky face, me?

But the look was also momentary, and Mr. Branch Leader immediately made another sober face, turning to the knight of the ship's eyes, as if nothing had happened - as if he hadn't seen a creature such as me.

"The sole?

Ice-cold voice. 'Sole' is probably referring to me, but my eyes are not for this one.

I don't know what to do, me, maybe he hated me on the fast track. I get anxious and look up at the ship's eye knight, but his condition remains the same as usual......

"Yeah, it'll be cute"

I raised my mouth slightly and said quietly. How can you afford so much before this Ice Branch Leader?

Mr. Branch Leader ignores the words and speaks pale.

"... I don't think dealing with animals is a bad thing. I'm sure” Sole "will heal the hearts and minds of my men who are tired of the tough life and mission here. But if the presence of the sole loosens the minds of his men and hinders their work in the fort and their daily tasks, they must reconsider their thoughts. That's my point."

It was a clerical way of talking, but I was never denied my existence without a heads-up. Rather a very normal, sober opinion. From his reaction earlier when he saw me, he said, "I won't protect you or anything! Throw out the beast!" I thought you'd say that.

Besides, from what I've just said, I can see that I'm thinking about my men, the knights of the fort. I wonder if he's a surprisingly good person.

"So you think you can give me permission to protect you?

"If Grail is to blame for the fox. I'm not getting involved."

"I don't mind. Thank you."

Apparently, I got clearance. Mr. Branch Leader doesn't seem to like me very much, but I don't hate Mr. Branch Leader that much. As head of this fort, I felt like someone who could make a fair decision.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

"... oh"

I followed the knight with the eye leaving the room, and I went out into the hallway as well. I never look back because I'm scared when my eyes meet and they stare at me again.

I'm glad I got your permission, but I seem to have to change my perception of myself. Nobody hates little, helpless little foxes, do they? What a good place to overconfident.

Some people don't like animals, and some people aren't interested at all. The Shigeye Knight is sweet, Teena gives me a series of "cute" ones, and the other knights never looked bad on me, so I was in a bit of a shape. Reflection.

"I may be a healing system..." I'm ashamed of myself. Super embarrassing. I want to hit you awesome. What a healing system, you hairy balls!

Yes, what a hairy ball creature I am. I have previous life knowledge but I'm not keeping it alive, I'm a spirit but I still can't use my special powers. If you can't make your own money, you can't hunt, you don't have the power to protect someone, you can't talk, you spill ink (heartbreak)...

Is that it? I can't help it.