At the Northern Fort

Even on the second day of protection, I get used to all sorts of things. For the sleeping shape of a ship-eyed knight, or for the ironman he shows in his morning workouts. I seriously think his body is made of steel.

And my acquaintance got better than yesterday. As always, I remain alert to Kix, and I don't care who he is, and I won't let him stroke his body, but if he talks gently and reaches out slowly, he'll be fine with being touched about his head and back. No belly, meatballs and tails, though. Because it's delicate there.

Teena stroked me in the dining room in the morning and seemed to impress me with the feel of fuzzy fur as she exclaimed excitedly and whispered. I stroked him and I said, "No! Fluffy as a lie! Oh, no!" or something. "You don't like it?

And when the Shigeye knight went to work, I was let out, as well as yesterday afternoon. "Be a good boy," he said after being stroked around his head.

But today there were knights at the training ground, and they worked in workouts like running in the snow while carrying heavy luggage, so I decided to get into the play of digging up even snow at the edge so as not to get in their way.

Trying to dig the ground is pretty hard and dirty and it's not much fun, but I get enthusiastic about snow because I can dig it saggy and not dirty.

Finish digging a hole and breathe. But I still have enough strength, so the moment I walked out to dig another hole next door, my feet slipped off and fell into a hole about a few dozen centimeters deep I had dug. I'm sure this happened before.

Hurry and crawl out of the hole, ashamed of your manuscriptness. No one would have seen me, would they?

Looking back at the knights at the training ground, they were just finishing their run, sitting on the snow letting Zeizei breathe out.

They all look painful, but they're just laughing a little.

"No, it's tight...!

"Even though I run and my breath is painful, I laugh and breathe..."

Were they watching?

I followed the training ground with my face on fire. Look, because I don't want to distract you and interrupt your training.

Then I went to the horse cabin and watched from a distance as the caretaker's uncle was feeding the horses. I noticed this one, and I said to my uncle, "You want one, too?" And they showed me hay, but even I, the omnivore, just don't need that.

I approached the horses and greeted them in turn as my uncle, who had cleaned the cabin and so forth, returned.

Good morning, good morning. It's cold today.

The horses all responded with a white breath.

Eventually he approached a large international horse in the middle of the cabin and greeted him in the same way. I'm not familiar with the hairy name of the horse, so I can only describe the color of the large horse in front of me as burnt brown. But the sun isn't out today, so it almost looks black.

He is very muscular, his body is tight, and his face is tough. It feels manly and dependable. In fact, he looks trusted by the other horses, and he must be the leader here.

He has stretched his neck toward me, shaking his black, long tail gently. Probably, but I think he's a knight's horse in the eye. Because it still smells a little bit, and the atmosphere between the two of us is very similar.

So when I'm on his side, it's like I'm on the knight's side of the ship's eye and I calm down a bit.

I don't know if you were listening to what humans were talking about, or if they were witnessing that night, but the horses also seemed to know that I was attacked by a wild dog, and they said, "Are you okay?" I was worried. Of course, it's not like the horse actually uttered the word, but I guess that's what I'm telling you.

When I rang to say it was okay, the horse of the knight with the ship's eyes rang his nose, "Next time I see him, I'll intimidate him," he said. I'm counting on you, leader. Because I don't classify you as a weak herbivore.

And now also give a morning greeting to the horse next to the leader. Greeting is also important in the animal community.

This horse has glossy black hair and is very beautiful. I sigh unexpectedly and almost fall in love. The temperament is mild and seems delicate.

I say the breeding dog looks like my husband, but maybe the breeding horse looks like my husband too. Because this horse smells like Mr. Branch Leader.

It doesn't smell very manly and has a clean scent mixed with a little soap smell.

—— and so on, the smell came strong on the wind.

The black-haired horse in front of him shakes his tail with joy.

As I turned around, Mr. Branch Leader stepped over the snow and was about to quietly come this way. This is just who you are.

As always, the colour is white, and the lustrous dark hair is saggy and windy. As an ex-human girl, I'm very jealous. There doesn't seem to be any hair treatments or anything in this world, but how do you maintain that cubicle?

……

Mr. Branch Leader seemed to notice my presence for the first time since he came near the cabin. I wonder if I didn't see it assimilated to snow. It's a protective color.

Mr. Branch Leader who consolidates with pittance when he meets me. Why stop.

The black-haired horse was not as small as it was in a hurry, and he blinked haphazardly and approached us again with cautious footsteps.

I wonder what it is. Something's wrong with Mr. Branch Leader. You only look at your horse, you never look underneath —— you never try to look at me.

"How are you, Irax"

That's how he caresses the nostrils of his beloved horse while ignoring me, but in a slightly nervous manner.

In order not to disturb the two encounters, I approached the horse of the knight of the ship's eye, softly away from his horse, which seemed to be Irax.

Mr. Branch Leader has stroked his body many times, speaking to Irax. "How are you feeling?" Or, "Have you had a good meal?" or.

When I saw the sight, I thought that no one was bad for someone who spoke to the animal. "Ice Branch Leader" sounds like what they call it, but I guess the essence is different.

But if my prediction that Mr. Branch Leader doesn't have any friends is met, this sight brings grief at once.

Horses are my only friends......

I cried. I cried in my heart.

Mr. Branch Leader must be a clumsy man. I get a cold image from that neat look, and I just can't make friends.

I'm here for you. Come on! Come on, Mr. Branch Leader!

I squealed and scratched Mr. Branch Leader's boot crunchily.

……

And, Mr. Branch Leader looked down at this one with a slight eye, stiff. Make it human. Make it animal, aren't you too used to contact others? Or am I still hated? Did horses often hate foxes?

As I watched the other party react, I stared up at Mr Branch Leader.

Then he stuck his forehead to Irax's nostrils and squeaked like this, wondering if he looked bitter with a wrinkle between his tight brows.

"... tough"

I got more and more worried about him. Well, it would be hard not to have friends. I rang cum again and stood up with my hind legs to reach Mr. Branch Leader's feet.

Whatever. I'll be your friend, too. I'm sorry I'm not human, but isn't it pretty nice to be a friend of the Spirit? No? You don't like being friends with me?

Mr. Branch Leader looked up and further distorted his expression when he saw me following him. It looks very spicy.

And once I thought I closed my eyes hard,

"I can't do this anymore."

I whispered that I couldn't stand it, and the next moment —— I hugged me giggly.

...... yeah?

He is held up by a crouched branch leader, who solidifies him for a while as he is caught in his arms.

How long would I have done that? When Mr. Branch Leader eventually gently lowered my body to the ground, this time reluctantly - but from head to ear to chest to tail, he was stroked all over his body without a scratch.

Besides, I don't know what his expression was at that time... I was in a trance.

My eyes are all wet, my cheeks are upbeat, and my breath is faintly rough. From time to time, he leaks his voice, "Oh..."

Very colorful but kind of complicated mood. Where did Cool Ice Branch Leader go?

One leg is gently lifted and now the meatballs are fluffed.

"This feeling......!

Yeah, yeah, I do pride myself on the softness of meatballs.

But I don't think it's that exciting...

I wonder if Mr. Branch Leader hated me or was not very interested. What is this sudden change in attitude? Or do you have any friends? Have you had enough friends?

Mr. Branch Leader stares at me with a grumpy face.

"Cute, you are. Why do you look so adorable?... Oh, and of course Irax is adorable. Don't be obstinate. They're both cute."

The ice mask of the Branch Leader had collapsed. He's alternating between me and Irax in a very happy face with Derek.

I don't know what to do, this guy. I wonder if he's a pathetic guy who can only be friends with animals. Maybe he was bullied back in the day, and he can't open his mind to humans.

If I thought so, I couldn't dislike being touched with meatballs. Rather lick back the hand that touches me with a pepper and cheer me up.

"... too happy and hard"

I was heartbroken by the small, whining words. The more I feel happy with such a trivial touch, the more the Branch Leader...... ugh.

With sympathy, I left Mr. Branch Leader's thin fingers licked around Belomberon.