A room in a certain place.
There were a dozen men and women sitting at the round table. But only one of them did not sit at the round table and knelt.
The man was one who turned to 'Kaonji' as a messenger.
"Right. Has the Lord responded to our conversation?"
"Ha. That's what I said"
"Good luck. You can back off."
The 'Mongado' man, who turned to the Lewies as a messenger, walked out of the lower room.
As the man dropped him off from the room, the one sitting at the round table opened his mouth.
"Apparently, they're not going to destroy us without asking questions."
It was the man with the eagle's face who told him that.
With wings and human hands and bird feet, he was presumed to be a bird-based beast man.
His name is Altair. He is the chief of one of the twelve clans, the 'Badan'.
Following the words of Altair, those sitting at the round table will speak.
"What are they going to do with us?
"Maybe we'll get along in a discussion and if we find a gap, they'll come and raid us."
It was the man with the face of the monkey and the woman who gave birth to the ear of the raven who spoke so.
The faces of those with ape faces look like gorillas.
I can see thick chest muscles even from the top of my clothes.
The one who looks like a gorilla is Sgrieva, the chief of the 'Mongado' clan.
And the woman who gave birth to the ear of the rabbit had a very beautiful face.
I see white hair all over my body in my white ears.
I look around at those sitting at the round table with red eyes.
This woman is Arneb, the chief of the 'Lebany' clan.
As can be seen from the radical statements, he is known among the Twelve clans for his militancy.
Jeez, Levaney's got a lot of blood hair.
Whoever said so had a dog face or a wolf face.
It's a rare color called blue fur.
This blue wolf is Marcosias, the chief of the 'Sylvan' clan.
Contrary to appearance, among the twelve families are known for their intellectuality.
"Dear Left, if you think about it like that, it seems like it's happening over there."
It was the beast man who looked like a sheep to say so.
Seems pretty old from his voice.
Naturally, too. It is called Aerey, the oldest and oldest of the current twelve clan chiefs, the "Gosev" clan chief.
Among the twelve families, they pass by moderates.
"Well, I know what Arneb's trying to say. We've been drinking boiled water by demons."
Whoever nodded to Arneb's words was an animal man with a pig-faced face.
This man was captured by the Lewies, Calleudon's father and chief of the 'Isimeon' clan, Eliumantos.
Listening to Lewi, Teng himself told this story at the seat of the meeting of the Twelve Families, but he still seems to suspect there is something behind it.
"But then if I suspected that from the start, I don't think I'd be able to talk well, either."
To say so was the voice of the youngest woman among those sitting at the round table, the smallest, and then the youngest.
He's tall like a child, but contrary, the tail growing from around the tail sacrum is several times larger than that person's likely position.
This woman is the youngest of the twelve clan chiefs and the 'Kassakar' clan chief Ratatosk.
I guess the rat's ear on the top of his head is nervous because it's moving tightly.
"But it's not bad to be careful"
Boso and I have a voice that's not so loud, but it was a volume of sound that I could hear well.
The person is sitting on the floor without a chair. But he had the same back length as the others sitting in the chair.
Why does he not have a chair? Because he has four legs, it is difficult to make a chair dedicated to him inside. Therefore, at the time of the meeting, there is no chair for the family of that person. Whatever, his upper body was a tough man, but his lower body was a horse. The man says' Hoyus' clan chief Deiomédes.
"I know what Diomedes is saying, but it's just gonna be a slow doom!
A man in a cow's face slaps a round table but screams.
Perhaps he was an ox beast, but strangely he had no horns.
There are no signs of breakage, so I guess not since birth.
This man who makes his nose rough is the 'Nephtali' clan chief Auzumbra.
As Aunzumbra put it, there was not so much food in the food vaults of each family.
There was a reason for that. The weather was unusual and unproductive last year.
By sharing the food of the tribe we could afford, we did not manage to get the starved to death, but that is all.
It was not enough to say that it was fruitful this year because of last year's influence.
I managed last year, but I don't know what will happen this year.
So Auzumbra expects Lewi to help us.
"There's that, but there's another problem too"
"Right. Ninglo, that's more important."
A man in a dragon's face and a woman of a race who says his upper body is a person and his lower body looks like a snake.
Is the dragon-faced man a tribal ethnic costume or a garment with slits all the way to the lumbar bones made of beautiful emerald fabric? I wear something like pants under that garment, so I don't have any particular problems.
The man in the face of the dragon is Chinlon, the chief of the 'Tazeble' clan.
If you are a woman, say 'Jaminin' clan chief Walthahanga.
Walthahanga has reptile-specific longitudinal pupils.
Occasionally, he has a split tongue in his two strands as he says "Shh, shh".
You don't seem to know what you're thinking, but you looked like this and you were intelligent.
"That's right. In the back (...) the ground (...) I deal with him (...) et al."
There are tiger ears on the top of the head and the woman who gave birth to the tiger's tail stretched out of her ass says Bonobibi.
Except for the growing ears and tails of a tiger, she's a slender, glamorous, body-shaped woman with a tendency to twitch.
This person is not the chief of the 'Taciel' clan.
Chianlian, the current chief, is unable to attend the meeting to deal with the depths, and Bonobibi is out as the chief's sister.
"Oh, you really do. I didn't know there were any indigenous people left besides us."
Marcosias remembered last year.
Last year it was unscrupulous, so at the same time we raided the demonic lands in search of food, there is a forest further north of where we make it our own territory.
They called their place 'deep'.
It is such a large forest that when the twelve families settled in the land, they were never exploring it.
But since it was out of production last year, it was this big of a forest, so I thought there would be quite a bit of food, and I sent out an expedition that selected the people from each tribe.
Decades later, those who sent them out for exploration returned.
But he came home half of the number he sent out, and the remaining half suffered some scratches.
From what I heard about the survivors, they were caught up in an inter-ethnic protest deep inside: Arakune, vampires, dark elves, giants in armor.
I sent out a messenger to negotiate a few times, but I got a reply saying 'I don't need to talk to you'.
Not only that, until a short while ago, some deep-seated species came out of the woods and raided tribal villages.
You will make enemies on both sides as you are.
Then Lewie brought the negotiations where we were talking about what to do.
Fortunately, the chiefs decided to come and talk.
"What kind of hands do you think they're selling over there?
"I don't know. Honestly, I can't see the bottom of this Lewie person."
Auzumbra speaks to Marcosias, but Marcosias says he doesn't know who says Lewie well, so everybody, it bothers his head.
Now the simple ones can take the story to their liking. If you're a cutter, you can preach your interests and try to stand around well.
But they have trouble dealing with people they don't know well.
The story of the Twelve Clans continued afterwards, but ended with the conclusion that we wouldn't know until we met.