- - Arner in the snowfield.
Wearing winter clothes, he grabs a bow, crosses the horse's carveran, follows about 10 dogs, and heads east that someone has arrived.
"It's still easy and good to have a horse.
I don't get my feet taken by the snow... and I don't shudder by the cold "
When Arner squeaks so with a white breath on his horse, Carberan shivers his ears pickly, pointing his delightfully narrowed gaze towards Arner.
Take that, Arner strokes Carberan's neck and does it... Carberan strains and shakes his legs up, slowly pushing him through the snow.
Then Carveran's body takes the heat, and that heat warms Arner up... Arner exhales with relief.
If you're going through the white monochromatic scenery that way,
"Master Arner! You should see it almost there!
and one of the dog-man tribes stepping over the snow and jumping over it speaks up.
Immediately Arner narrows his eyes... stares at the front area with his eyes that aim precisely at birds dancing and flying in the sky... but he still doesn't see anyone.
Still, the dogs seem to know exactly where they are, and they are pushing toward you.
... Sometimes life sensing magic doesn't work well when the earth is covered in snow like this.
Then there's the reason I don't notice intruders and monsters coming... Now in the winter, people and monsters caged in their nests, and it's not like that to come all the way here, until now I've had no particular problem without life sensing magic working well... but with Diaz coming, it seems that those circumstances are changing.
From now on, we seem to need to protect this vast area in a different way than before, without relying on magic... in that sense we can say that the presence of the dogs is a truly dependable existence.
Even if the earth is covered in snow, its nostrils are alive and well, in the snow or deep, but if something is there, we can sniff out exactly where it is... and we can track ourselves while hiding in the snow.
Besides, he doesn't seem to be a good fighter in snow either, and has overwhelmed Klaus, who has been taken by snow in a simulated battle combined with training... as far as Arner knows, it would be about Diaz being able to fight an advantage against a bunch of dogs in snow.
... and thinking about it, the dogs, who were going through the snow so as to surround Arner's surroundings, march forward, lay low in the snow... and let their tails drip loosely.
As such, the dogs lay low in the snow, and proceeded to draw the snow apart... and set it up to surround some person who was falling on the snow... and watched Arner carefully and waited for instructions.
"... dead"
Having said that, Arner approached someone carefully as he stepped off the back of the carberan and handed the short knife he had brought just in case.
"Ah, he seems to be alive for once, he's weak, but he's breathing"
One of the dogs on the side trying to protect Arner reported that... Arner, staring at someone, tries to use soul appraisal magic... and stomps without using it.
(I might be taking some measures like the narbants......
Besides, this situation right now... even if this is the enemy, even if you were up to something, this situation is easy to control.
If so, can you identify the other person's thoughts without relying on magic for once or so... should you try it?
Remembering a commotion when he met the Narbants, Arner thought about it... pulling out a short knife, looking out for the dogs, and then... grabbing and flipping on the shoulders of someone who was lying down.
(What? Pretty light, huh? And you're a man......
thin and poor hands and legs...... it would still be a working year, pity)
"... Hey, wake up, who are you"
Arner whines inside, speaks so loud, and kicks the shoulder of a man wrapped in a hoarse and coat.
Then after several kicks, the man... wakes up and opens his mouth as the dogs stand right next to him so that he can bite those hands and feet at any time.
"... Gu... I don't know who... fire, fire... water..."
I'm freezing, thirsty, I need your help.
Arner sighed at the man who shook his voice and appealed to him like that... and then called Carveran and took the fur he had left on his back for when the intruder was a wreck and a leather bag with medicinal water... and handed it to the dogs.
Then the dogs immediately begin to act in accordance with the "What to Do in a Time of Trouble" learned from Klaus.
First lay the fur on the snow, move the man's body over it, wrap it in fur... some dive into the fur and warm the man up at that temperature.
While doing so, he puts the leather bag in his mouth, calls out to drink the contents and tell him to drink... if he can't, he can't help it, he starts saying that, saying it like he learned to do to Klaus... and the man who seems to recognize the word rushes, squeezing his remaining strength and starts drinking the medicine water.
That's how the man who was warmed up and regained some vitality due to his mouth of medicinal water... awakens consciousness once again and raises his voice in that way.
"I don't know who it is, but I really need your help... YES, DOG!?
Yes, no, because we were talking earlier. No way......!? And besides, you...... is that a corner!?
Arner returns his half-eyed gaze to the man who sees the dogs right next to him, who looks and wolves about Arner, and says such a thing puzzling enough to pity him.
Diaz, who was under a similar circumstance, says he was a little more calm, or a paragraph in his appreciation of the man, Arner throws his words in a cluttered manner.
"This is the one asking the question. Don't worry about your questions later.
... Who the hell are you, how did you get here when you said it was winter?
In the wake of that attitude and words, the man groans his throat.
Then again, observe the surroundings… even if you don't intend to kill, look at the dogs and the shortcuts in Arner's hand that come with the appropriate vigilance… and spit out the words in such a way that you have given up somewhere.
"I am from the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of San Celife... Oh, no, I was now ungoverned...
I say Hubert, King of San Serife's people.
The reason I came here in the winter...... I asked His Majesty to support His Highness, Lord Diaz, the lord of the land...... is the result of an attempt to go under His Highness as soon as possible in order not to let His Majesty's thoughts go unheeded.
Sometimes after the extra bend, I didn't know this was such a cold place... "
"Of the kingdom...?
Is that true? Are you really trying to support Diaz?
"Ugh, there's no reason to lie.
I came to this place and I was dying... so what happens when I lie like this... "
"I'm plotting to trick Diaz into approaching him, harming him and depriving him of that position... or something"
With that said, Arner observes Hubert again.
Coated brown hair, dripping details, and fine surfaces.
The year is probably 30. There, he seems to be quite tall but can't wipe his impression of being poor and has a body that is going to break after a little effort.
And that thin body was trembling in small pieces... and that attitude, which seems to be trembling more with fear than with the cold, didn't seem very lying.
"Well, I won't do that, and assuming you do that, you take your status or nothing, you're under Kingdom law, the death penalty...
You may not know that being a people of another kingdom... is not as simple as being a lord of the kingdom. "
What a pitiful voice to shake, Hubert.
Alner's half-eye gets sharper after such an attitude.
"Hmm... I don't know what you're mistaken about, but I and these dogs are fine kings and citizens of the land."
"... what? Huh? Huh?
"I'm Diaz's wife anyway, of course."
To Arner's words like that, Hubert is amazed and stunned... and opens his mouth wide.
Seeing the extreme look of that pity, Arner decides to appreciate a man without using a soul test... I don't even know this, I didn't know he was alert to a man like this... and exhales a sigh at himself.
Having thus slightly softened his attitude towards Hubert, Arner continues his words with some sympathy for the man in front of him.
"And I say. You... you came through the neighborhood by the time you got here, didn't you?
You didn't listen to Diaz there? You didn't listen to me here?
If I'd listened, I wouldn't have had to be like this, I would have had the right technique. "
"Yes, no, you know, Casdex territory was a region with a strong sense of discrimination against beasts...
I don't have any features like this when I do this, and you may not know it by my side, but my maternal grandfather made me a beast man... so I hired a man for Casdex territory, hid in a carriage load and just passed by... "
"... the neighbors are no longer Casdex territory.
Eldan, a friend of Diaz's, has become a lord and changed his name to Marhati territory... Eldan says he works hard every day to make sure the Beastman can live close to people.
If that's what you said you came to see Diaz without hiding in the shipment... Eldan would have welcomed you, provided you with horses and escorts, and quite a bit of gear to get you here "
The words subsided.
Hubert finds out the facts of the shock… he lets go of consciousness without accepting it, knowing the fact that he's dying after wasting his hard work because of doing something extra.
Seeing such a pitiful appearance, Arner sighed out loud, grabbing the edge of his fur... and asking the dogs to help him, dragging Hubert to the village of Ill., quite politely, for once because he was a sick man.