"The wolves seem to feel good... Mr. Leticia, you're doing well today. I respect you....."
In other words, Edgar was staring at us when he said he couldn't hide his interest.
"Thanks to the tools. I saw the illustration in this brush, in a book I read in my hometown, so I tried to make it with magic."
"It's amazing..."
"Thank you. I have another one, so why don't you try it?
"Wow, you know what? Give me that precious stuff."
Edgar is coming after us.
He was just playing wolf duty, and his love and curiosity for wolves seemed to be twice as strong.
"This brush is just a scrap of iron, so there's no problem. However, I'm worried about durability, and I can't guarantee how long it will last... are you okay?
When I asked him, he nodded violently.
Beyond the long forehair, you can see the amber eyes sparkling.
When I handed him the slicker brush, he held it with a sacred sword and was quietly moving and trembling.
"Ooooh, this is God's brush...!!"
"That's enough. Do you know how to use it?
"Yes!! It's okay!! I've been watching it for the last few days!! Ah, even if I say I saw it, it's not funny, um, just brush it...!!"
"I know. As a precaution, keep it soft and weak at first. Some wolves may have a child whose brush doesn't fit, so you should be careful."
Some kids hate this slicker brush because the comb part is made of metal.
Fortunately, the wolves in front of me liked it, just like Jillo in his previous life, but be careful.
It would have been better to keep it weak at first to avoid being surprised and disliked.
"Yes Master, I understand!!"
Holding the brush, Edgar looked around lightly and a wolf approached him.
Edgar sits down as he strokes the wolf to reassure him and starts putting his brush on the fur.
I was surprised at first.
But eventually it seemed like I had a trick, and I moved the brush with a smooth hand, making the wolf feel comfortable.
Is that the Wolf's turn?
"Wow, you've already learned how to use it. Look, look, I'm so glad she left me."
Hehehe
Edgar smiled happily.
It's hard to understand because you're always scared and hardened, but when you smile, you're the owner of a pretty neat face.
"This brush is confusing at first, but easy to use...!!"
Edgar spoke of the vibrancy and comfort of the slicker brush.
They didn't align their gaze with me, but I wonder if you got used to it a little bit, and the words were smooth.
"Besides, the tangled hair is easy to remove and seems very convenient...!!"
Edgar is taking the wolf's hair off the comb.
Of course he had several hair-changing brushes in his possession.
However, they differed in size, and all of them were made from pig hair and beast hair.
Even though the natural materials have sufficient ability to cope with them, there is a problem that hair loss is entangled and difficult to care for.
In that regard, the comb part of the slicker brush I made was metal clean and relatively easy to care for.
From Edgar, who looks after many wolves, the difference seems to have been great.
Edgar brushes a line of wolves as he breathes.
I was brushing the wolf at hand, knowing exactly how it was.
"Guruu...?
"Oh, what's wrong?
The wolf howled under the slicker brush.
What if I put too much effort into the brush?
Worried to observe, the wolf's gaze turned from here to the trees.
The other wolves also stopped moving and quietly stared in the same direction.
And he held his ears up, and sat with his forelegs together, pointing his nose toward a point, as if he were a minister waiting for the LORD's visit.
"Wow......"
The trees rang in silence, and a wolf appeared.
The leaking fur of the tree is shiny silver.
Beautifully woollen bodies are bigger and more powerful than the other wolves.
The silver wolf walked to the vestibule and looked around.
The eyes are vibrant blue like a winter lake, with sharp and deep colors that give a sense of intellect and pride.
The silver wolf stared at us as he glanced at the emerald eyes.
"What's the matter? - Whoa!"
The silver wolf's face was approaching, whimpering his nose.
Right-to-left, front-to-back, left-to-right.
It seems to be sniffing and checking my smell from various directions.
"What's that smell? That's weird, isn't it?
The silver wolf is shrugging his neck.
It was found that the gap between the strange human smell and the body of the lid was strange and the lips loosened.
"Fufu. What's the matter with you? My name is Majesty Glenn Reed, and you care so much about my smell?
Your Majesty Glenn Reed.
For a moment, I felt the silver wolf's body solidified.
Speaking of beasts, this silver wolf is a human being.
Then I might have heard your name somewhere.
"Edgar, Your Majesty is amazing. Don't you think it's hard for a king to be afraid to react to a wolf?
Just a little joke and a word to Edgar,
"Get away from me!
"Eh?"
She grabbed her shoulders and was hugged behind Edgar.
I'm surprised it's so big and powerful.
His face looked up as serious as he thought.
"That wolf is not our wolf!!"
Huh?
A wild wolf?
Like the other wolves, they wear collars?
I'm confused.
Edgar stood up while he was nervous.
Stand up, Lucian.
Silver wolf staring.
The silence that gave rise to the tension was again cut off by the sound of the trees.
"Fuuufuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I guarantee the identity of the silver wolf."
"Grandpa Mall"
Edgar's screaming body showed a little bit of relaxation.
What appeared was a small grandfather with a long stretched white beard and eyebrows buried in his face.
"Edgar, who the hell is that?
"... we are the oldest of the wolverine chiefs, Grandpa Mall."
"Exactly. I've seen the queen for the first time, but please do me a favor."
My head fell down.
When I return the famous greeting, I will ask about the situation.
"... Mr. Mall, what is this silver wolf? Edgar said he didn't recognize her either...."
"This silver wolf doesn't have a reason. Have you seen the color of your eyes?
"It was blue, beautiful green eyes. It tastes different from other wolves....."
A wolf who has been brushing until now, sitting and looking at us.
The eyes are shades that shine on amber and tea due to the diminution of light.
Like the other wolves, the difference between light and dark was all tea eyes.
"Then what? This silver wolf was born by some coincidence with blue eyes. The wolf is a symbol of the royal family of this country. And the royals are a family with many blue eyes. That's why this silver wolf was thanked and almost kidnapped by a thief."
"... a mess. She's had a really tough time."
It was a terrible story to try to steal it by force just because it was a rare appearance.
"Fortunately, the kidnapping ended in an attempt... This silver wolf is a little biased and hard to miss because of the kidnapping. For safety's sake, I was secretly taking care of him in a different place from the other wolves. Edgar's just finished his apprenticeship, so there's nothing you can do without knowing. I told her I was scared, and I'm sorry."
Edgar seemed convinced by Mr. Mall's explanation.
Edgar is 17 years old, just like me.
I heard that it was only about a year ago that it became wolf number.
"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Mall. I know what happened to the silver wolf... Could we have touched it? Maybe she escaped from where she belongs.
"Ah, that's fine. Though it's for safety, I can't help it. I stretched out my legs today and tried to come here for a while. I may come here again and again from time to time, so I'll adore you --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'm not saying that nobody loves me!!
The silver wolf was poking his head at Mr. Mall, complaining.
The silver wolf snorts at me with dissatisfaction and stares at me.
"Um... maybe this is what bothers you?
I had a slicker brush in my right hand.
Looks like this silver wolf is pretty intelligent.
Curiosity was inspired by unfamiliar tools, and I might be curious.
"Mr. Mall, can I touch her?
"I hate to be caressed, but it should be okay if I brush it. Anyway, he's used to being played with by others for a long time."
"? Really?
I don't want to touch it directly, but is it okay to use tools?
I don't know what the standard is, but Mr. Mall knows the silver wolf very well.
It's a shame I couldn't stroke the beautiful fur, but instead of saying hello, I decided to arrange the fur.
Use the brush carefully to avoid damaging the skin.
It was me who stared at the wolf, whose silver fur was becoming more vibrant, as if she were an unusual child.
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After that.
A painting of the royal castle. In the king's office.
"Ugh... Shit. The other wolves were feeling a lot better with that brush, so I got caught..."
I wonder if there was a dazzling king with more silver hair than usual.