At the Northern Fort

"I'm coming to Mr. Teena."

Say goodbye to Mr. Branch Leader, who made a list of things to do with me, and go out in the hallway.

I wonder where Mr. Tina is.

I tried to head to the dining room because it's lunch break now, but I wasn't there. But instead I got a testimony from the other knights saying, "Looks like we went to Woodbaum," so I head outside.

"Mr. Teena, Woodbalm!

With the rabbit backpack on his back, he rushes over to the two of them sitting in the shade of a tree. Looks like Mr. Teena was brushing Woodbaum for you.

Even with the effect of this previous spring, Woodbaum's hairy gloss is still better. But I guess it's really a more beautiful stag.

"Ah, Mille."

Ms. Teena smiled and turned this way.

"Woodbalm, you look good."

"Yeah, it feels good"

Woodbaum is sitting still and his head is also on the ground, stretching his neck in a relaxed manner.

"Lecka wiped my body in the morning, too. They do it every day. It's not normal dirt, so it still doesn't work as well as brushing or wiping your body, but the knights are happy and it kind of warms your heart."

"I know that."

I also licked Woodbaum's nostrils with the intention of getting hairy. It tastes like wood.

"It's soothing."

Woodbaum seemed cold.

"By the way, Mr. Teena"

Licking his own nose as well, he turns to Mr. Teena.

"My bags are packed. Looks like it came from your mother."

"Thank you. What can I do for you?

Mr. Teena lifted my forefoot and removed the rabbit backpack, removing the small package from the inside.

Unlike Jildo, I carefully opened the wrap, and there was a short letter and a delicious looking cookie in there.

Mr. Tina first opens the letter and reads it out.

"'To Tina. How are you doing? I haven't baked cookies in a long time, so eat them. Your father and your sisters won't eat it, but you've always liked Tina, haven't you? It's every year, but you'll be cold in the north, so watch your body. Come back in the spring to show your face. I'll be waiting. Better than your mother,' he said."

When Mr. Teena cheers happily, I get dusty too.

Woodbaum also said with a grin.

"Well, maybe it's natural, but humans have that kind of warm parent-child bond, too. Are parents worried about their children, even when they are adults?

"Maybe no matter how old I am, I'm a child to my mother."

said Ms. Tina, a little embarrassed. When I was worried about cookies and I smelled them, I said, "Want some?" and offers me one thing.

"Are you sure?

"Because there are a lot of them. But be careful, it's a strong cookie. I like this steadfastness, but I don't like it in my family. I don't even eat my mother."

I guess you mean hard-baked cookies. I like it crunchy and moist, but I also like it crunchy and firm.

"Yes, uh"

Tina fed me and cheeked a slightly thicker bite of big cookies.

He tries to bite with his teeth while sounding gullible, but never scrapes. What is this? Is it a stone?

"Mr. Woodbaum, too. Ahem."

"Thanks. Sounds delicious................... hmm?

Woodbaum and I, rolling baffled, tough cookies in our mouths. Meanwhile, Mr. Teena had put cookies in her mouth and was chewing them up easily. Strong teeth.

"Ah, delicious! My mother is a terrible cook, but this cookie is the only one that tastes good."

He's squeaking like he's talking to himself, putting the second one in his mouth.

Bad cooking? Does that mean Teena's stuffed animal production is devastating at arm level?

If so, this cookie is not a hard cook for the target, but this hardness of the result of failure? Teena's mother fails every time she bakes cookies, and you're talking about Teena being the only one who would be happy to eat that?

I licked a cookie as hard as a candy ball in a grudge. This lack of moisture may be excellent as an emergency diet. Why don't you hire them as food to take with you during your expedition in the Knights? I can't because my teeth are broken.

"Do you both want another one?

"Yeah, 'cause it's still in my mouth..."

"Me too..."

Cookies never soften up, even though they absorb all the moisture in your mouth. What the hell, this object?

Fortunately, however, the flavor is properly cooked and not bad, so it is not painful to keep it in your mouth. If you lick it all the time, one day it will be softer.

I changed the story as I held my mouth and asked Ms. Teena.

"Speaking of which, what happened to Mr. Rekka? Are you going to turn into a loner?

"No, it doesn't look like it."

Ms. Teena shook her neck to the side as she treated the cookies with a dark face.

"I think the vice president probably told me no. Because the only people in this room are the chief and deputy chief."

"Oh well."

"Hey, Mill. I have one favor to ask..."

Tina says softly.

"When your mother's permission comes out, could you come and stay in my room tonight?

"Heya?

"Yeah, so I need you to find out if I'm doing anything weird while I'm asleep. Maybe he's snoring awesome, or he's teething, or he's loud in his sleep. So Mr. Rekka is talking about me..."

Seems like Teena is seriously worried that her snoring and sleeping remarks might be the cause. I don't think so.

"When I grabbed you in the spring, I stayed at my uncle's place at the inn, but it was very popular."

"I wasn't completely distracted because it wasn't my usual room then, and maybe I just happened to be okay. Please, Mill. I'm worried. Because I can work with people I admire, but I don't want them to hate me."

Ms. Teena took my left forefoot as she sat down, looked serious and wrapped it up with both hands.

It's possible that I won't notice because I'm going to have a blast of sleep at night too, but I think I can wake up if I'm snoring too badly, and I can't say no if Mr. Teena asks me to do all this.

"Okay, fine."

"Really? Thanks, Mill!

Shaking to shake her handshake her forefoot she shook, Ms. Teena took a ho breath.

"What the hell are you talking about?

So Woodbaum, who remained silent until then, opens his mouth. Mr. Teena didn't seem to talk to the knights, but she seemed to think it would be okay to say it if Woodbaum didn't have much to do with it, and explained what happened with Mr. Rekka.

Woodbaum then returns a slight answer.

"I guess Rekka wanted to relax and sleep alone once in a while"

No, no, no, if that's really why you wanted a room alone, Mr. Rekka, you're too free.

"Teena doesn't care that much either. I'm guessing they didn't tell you they didn't like it towards the face, did they?

"That's what I care about."

I think I would care a lot if I got in the same situation as Mr. Teena.

"Well, humans are tough."

Really, I think so, too. Compared to that, how easy it is to live as a fox. I'm just playing and eating and sleeping.

I think what's a little hard is that if you don't go see your mother's special training and then everyone in the fort, your father, and Kugarg on an equal footing, each of you will be stubborn. You have to be very concerned.

(Oh, speaking of which, you haven't been able to see your father in a while...)

I've been busy lately, but once I put my father aside, I called on Tina and the others.

"Hey, you're coming to the stigma of Seki Cancer. I'll be back at night."

"Yeah, thanks, Mill"