Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

We then returned to the earlier Buzzer of Cascade Hill to look for the Mirage and supplies.

Even so, a two-person journey using horses, loads are limited.

Now the foundation of life, this is called clothing and shelter. Well, I would add entertainment here, anyway.

clothing. Since that cold day, we have been investing in the production of clothing.

I kept Liseri, who was good at sewing, Gia, and two older girls as a help to the tailor Cookles.

I have anxiety, but somehow the supply will be in time by winter.

Food. Food reserves are not necessarily sufficient, but are not a problem for a short winter.

During winter the prey goes into hibernation. The activity and occurrence of monsters will be dull.

The efficiency of the hunt will be diminished, and even I will struggle.

But don't worry, it's just less than two months of patience.

Residence. It was really nice to have that old castle. Had it not been for that, there would have been days when even a rainstorm could not have been prevented.

My fur would have lost its fluffiness, and my beautiful hair on Patia's gold would have become crispy too. Mind again.

If there was one more thing lucky for me, I would have met Patia.

Because without the plumage of Megidoflame, we would have spent the winter frozen.

That child was to us a grace and a sun, not a metaphor or anything.

Well, it's a long explanation.

That makes it possible to cross winter in the present situation.

From here on out, then, we're going to talk about how to spend the winter meaningfully and humanly.

First, I bought three large bottles of distilled liquor from the Demon Realm.

I got it for three discounts due to Clay's bargaining skills, but I haven't yet responded to his selfishness...

"I love alcohol and alcohol. When I go over there, I want to have a drink with the big seniors."

"I didn't say a word about taking you."

"I never said I wouldn't sell this one to Mr. Migo either."

"I'll kill you."

"Bereto Loot will never kill his own people, Micha knows."

What shall we do, really...

I refuse to kill my fellow countrymen. But Clay, this cat human is still not to be trusted.

He's such a bad guy that Old Currant earlier told me he was a fraud.

"This liquor is for emergency use. In case the chill in that place is more than we thought it would be, this will warm you up."

"When they say that, I'm kind of getting anxious to go...... Is there a proper roof and wall?

"Yes, there is. We're talking about your coffin, right?"

"Mr. Electrum, it's a joke."

He doesn't have much pride-like pride.

Accept the bat bastard treatment and charm the strong like Migo.

He understands above all that he is a weak man. So I don't trust you.

"He looks like he's the teacher."

"It's a pseudo, pseudo. Don't believe me."

"Awful, I really admire you!

Next up is groceries and ingredients for winter leisure.

In winter, though brief, snow builds up around there.

Regardless of me and Jog with fur, the others shall be drawn to their dwellings.

"Dice! I like dice too! It's time to roll over and turn into excitement and money!

"Trump can remember the kids too. Not bad for poker or blackjack, invite bunnies"

I also feel like I'm stopping by gambling, but the next time I found dice and cards, I bought that.

The dark bazaar streets illuminated by lamps are noisy with the hustle and bustle brought about by buyers and sellers, and some shouts are easily cancelled.

The next thing I noticed was a thick book.

I don't even know if it's stolen. The store was cluttered.

"This is a collection of speeches, isn't it? And I remember the author's name, this is an interesting one. The writer died a long time ago."

"Mr. Electrum's old story always has been... dead, what separates him with is thriving..."

"If I read it to you, I think the kids will be happy. It's a little pricey..."

Books are not cheap objects.

But from the regular price, it was a bargain to be able to buy something as thick as this for 1,000 necro.

Should I still see it as a stolen item? It doesn't matter to us that we leave right now.

I bought additional small items that were likely to be entertaining, and the next thing I know, I bought that too because I had an interesting ring for sale cheap at the Mage's Bazaar.

The last time I stopped was mainly in a store that handled groceries.

"What's up, instructor, anything bothering you?

"Yeah, that's the place."

I found the harp.

I have learned to be interested, I take it and gently pull the string.

Then a beautiful treble rang without the craziness of the pitch. It seems to be in good condition.

"Music! Micha likes to drink while listening to music!

"I agree, I'm a martial artist, but I don't hate the way the instructor plays"

Horizontal whistles are very difficult to play and that's all it is again to teach someone.

But if you're a harp, just stand your finger and the pleasant tone sounds. Even my daughter's fingers, for example.

"Ugh. Do you like it? It's the one the pavilion owner's been playing with from the adventurer."

"Oh, were you from the labyrinth?"

"I'm sure you do. But, you know, if you blah blah, I'm having trouble selling it, that."

"If we don't have eyes to see, we can sell it for triple the price."

It's the same cat human back length, that's what Clay tells me in the story.

It's a little loud...... please don't say anything extra, Clay. What will the seller do if he gives out his greed?

"Well, is there a problem with this harp itself?

"Monroe! I'm in trouble because there's absolutely no problem, but somehow I can't sell it! It's supposed to be so much lower than the market, why can't I sell it!

"That's crazy. There must be plenty of demand in Cascade Hill."

"Right, hey, I knew it! It's absolutely crazy, nooo, it's gonna stop! You guys, you buy it, you don't buy it, you don't buy it anyway, because I know!!

Yeah, by the way, I'm a shopkeeper, but I was a sloppy oak woman.

You're big enough to want to show it to Bernie the sketch, and I feel like expressions like okan (...) would suit you very well.

The harp had an 1150 necro price tag on it.

"I'll buy it"

"Is that true!? I was already worried that this harp might be cursing me! If you're going to take it, that's all I want. Take it with 1250 necro!

"Hey, 1150's got a price tag on it"

"I suddenly changed my mind!

"Pleasant oak..."

"Oh, really?"

If you show a sweet reaction and plump it up even more, you'll have trouble.

So I purposefully made it seem as though I had contemplated.

In anticipation of the store owner's cloudy complexion after a while, he takes the Demonic Currency Necro out of the leather bag.

"Good. I believed you'd buy it. Wow, every time! Maybe I should have plugged some more of this up - well, that's fine! Come again, sweet white cat."

"A customer won't last long if you sell it that way much. And I'm a cat, not a cat. Then it was a good deal."

I'm starting to feel bad about the breasts of the orc women that burst around.

We made it our last purchase and left the market and went out on the northern outskirts of Cascade Hill. To take the troublemaker and return to his daughter.