The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Wow, wow, wow an?" Axe, are you okay?

"Woo ~, waaaa kuan......

(Ugh, it hurts everywhere...) "

Axe came back here as he rounded his pale giant body and rubbed his hips.

"W, GUVAAKRUCUAN ~ ♪

(Oh, but if you eat honey, it might heal.) "

"Vowourou...... Kurrua, Waukua ou

"Do the right thing again... treat Stia, Axe" "

"Wow, wow."

The emerald-eyed elf daughter summons a cobolt of a pale giant body, pressing her hand against its chest plate to assemble the surgical ceremony as she mixes the magic of earthly and sacred attributes.

"(Orcletorse) grace of Mother (Martel) Earth (Gaius) to the children of the universe..."

Only for a moment did the bright light pale as the power of life over the earth's pulse wrapped her and Axe.

Axe's bruises and abrasions are healed mainly by ground heels handled by white magnetic elves with both earthly and holy attributes.

This magic is a composite magic of earthly and sacred attributes, which seems to be more effective than the healing lights of red-haired exorcists in order to have the earth's vitality divided and, at the same time, increase the metabolism of those undergoing healing.

While watching the cobolt of the pale giant body to be treated, I borrow a dagger from my sister to walk to a large plate of pottery that I keep a short distance away.

He crouched in and chopped the golden hive on the plate just a little bit with a dagger and took it to Axe, who had finished his treatment, and he received it happily.

"Cure ~ n ♪"

"Cu, kuruo ~ (brother, me too ~)"

"Kua, vawolualvo kulululu......

(You just licked my hand...) "

"Uh-huh."

Now turn your gaze to Buster as you properly listen to your dissatisfied sister. Apparently he hasn't been particularly badly injured... but I was thinking of something.

"...... GUVOLO, WALGUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU?

(... that assault, wasn't aimed at me, Axe?) "

"Gu, gu ol...... wow ur guruuuuuuuuuu

(No, it's both... we have to pay attention to positioning) "

You don't know what's going to kill you on the actual battlefield, and even if you pay as much attention as you can, there can be... there are certainly battles that are inevitable as you live, and in the end, you just have to be strong.

(... Especially us cobolts)

If you go hunting, you may encounter unexpected demons, and there are various risks, such as being driven away by adventurers. Regardless of where people are calming the neighborhood, such as the Wang Capital, it is not uncommon for the surrounding villages and towns to cause enormous damage due to goblin and oak raids.

Living is all that matters to people of all races.

(Well, it's going to be easy for dinner tonight!)

At the end of his sight, the two boar-shaped demons on which the goblins were riding are still weakly scratched with limbs and bellies pierced by earthy fangs.

"Wow, quoruuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Sister, dinner is secure!

"Quor, aaaaaan ♪"

My sister walks over to the boar shaped demon that seals her movements as she swings the fox tail left and right and circles the mechanical dagger she picks up the blade tip and reattaches.

"Cuervo on."

"Voo!? Huh, GOO...................................................."

With a dagger in his hand, his sister cleaves the boar shaped demon's neck, letting it despair and draining blood. One head is enough for us to eat tonight, but I'll make it easier because it's obvious that not one more is fatally injured and helpless.

Quickly pour more tailored prey and throw in as much chunks as you need for Axe's hemp bag. In the meantime, me and Buster alert the warcraft and goblins drawn to the smell of blood in the western sun that shoots in between the trees.

(... it's time for the sun to go down, go back to the water and camp, etc.)

Then we left the battlefield without any particular problems, until we went back along the river that had originally reached us here...

And now I'm waterwashing the cloth that once processed my cape and laying it on a large plate marked Smith, crushing my golden hive with a crisp dagger on top of it.

I can smell the meat cooking right next to me, but I'm patient here... I need to get the honey out of my nest first.

"I've spoken a lot of honey, but that's how you crush it and take it out."

You're interested. Stia peeks in from behind, and the beautiful hair of a silver blonde touches my shoulder.

"Wah, Kwvorg, Kwvaruwowow.

"Oh, finely crushed, wrapped in a laid cloth and hung in a tree" "

Wrapped in a cloth with a golden hive actually crushed to a moderate size while explaining, the cloth ends tied with hemp strings into a cloth bag and walking to nearby shrubs with them on a large plate.

A large plate serving as a honey receptacle was placed at its root and hemp strings stretched from cloth bags enclosing crushed hives were bracketed in branches.

"That way, while you're camping, honey that doesn't contain clothed impurities accumulates on a plate..."

My elf daughter, who followed me, nods hum hum.

Fine, because I collected it for a big nest... tomorrow, a good amount of honey will accumulate on a large plate. Transfer it to a leather water bottle and the Golden Bee honey will be secured.

"Gah, Qualuaa." Now, eat some rice!?

"Oh yeah!?

When the two of us tried to get back to everyone, it was on the wind, so we could only detect approaching by hearing, but accidentally pick up the sound of leaf rubbing.

"Ah, Master Aristia! Well done..."

It was the daughter of a short haired elf with thin pigmented skin and emerald eyes who showed up from the darkness as we stared narrowly.