The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Wafi, Gaao Walooaaan ~, Garoo!

(Why are you so busy when you wake up - headache!) "

Siro, who collapsed after eating purple electricity into his brain in an earlier battle, was left without much trauma, due to his low therapeutic priority, and naturally awakened earlier...

It was transported to near the southern entrance to the subdued village of Goblin at some point, surrounded by wounded compatriots, and the dog-clan, White Fuwakobolt and others, rushed around busily.

In a way, "shortly after the battle is their main battlefield” and Shilo has also been pulled by the dogs to participate in therapeutic activities since shortly after it happened.

It should be noted that the wounds on the forehead that the throwing knife had lightly stabbed were minor injuries, as judged by the companions, so they were appropriately compensated and hit the healing of the seriously injured, who could not be dealt with by the sacred attribute magic handled by the Dog Clan White Fuwako Bolt and others.

Some seriously injured people need continuous healing for a while, which interferes with their daily lives, but fights for the herd. Warriors injured are treated generously, so it would be a range that can be managed.

What can't be helped is the Kobolt warriors who have lost their lives.

"Woggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

(Every herd feels similar... but there are several sacrifices) "

"Wong, Wolfaukuruo......

(Well, thank the brave warriors...) "

I pray silently for the time being and pray to the warriors who have burned their lives for the future of their families and flocks. Their remains are now being carefully buried at the roots of trees at the hands of their companions...

Living in a harsh nature is a struggle in itself, and we must fight somewhere in the end because avoiding strife will eventually lose the place of life and starve to death.

The same can be said of the goblins who remained overthrown in the woods, who were also “serious about living". It is inevitable that they will be made enemies of various things due to the characteristic that they cannot reproduce without capturing and attacking the females of other humanoid species...

(That's a tricky thing... even if their male monosexuality is a consideration for the heterogeneous mating power they've gained in the evolutionary process)

I recall the cliché that the Mercenary Commander (Weld) once said, "Maybe there's no good or evil just because everyone is fighting for themselves”, and I pray for the blessings of the little ones who are only a little out in the corner of their hearts.

"Wafiotua galuau, gaon......

(Something is missing, I'm sorry...) "

Following the tip of his gaze in response to Silva's call, three daughters of an obsidian elf, freed from a sitting jail, and one daughter of an adventurer, were returning from the riverside where he went to clean his dirty body.

The truth is she had another young daughter of an adventurer... but she was treated badly and harmed herself after the goblins cut her leg tendon once trying to escape.

(As always, it would be depressing to wake up drunk after the battle...)

That hasn't changed since I was a mercenary. That's why when I'm done with all the aftermath, I'll make a fool of myself within my people and blossom into memorabilia of the guy who died first... well, let's think about them now who survived.

For the first time in a long time, a pure misrillic mask was removed from the leather bag at the waist, and when it was pressed against the face, it was re-shaped as usual and adsorbed in a natural way.

"Buh, Wafioan."

"… Golfaou (… it doesn't look good on you)"

You'll have trouble even if it suits you.

Find me with a mask to aim at and laugh at Blau and face the weary obsidian elf daughters surrounded by the Kobolts as they cling to Silva with their subtle expressions inside.

"Quarqua Garwo, Volua Auo

'I don't understand Elf, so let me say it unilaterally' "

Suddenly, he tells his elf daughters to peek at healthy wheat skin from a gap in torn clothes, even though his gaze gathers at the same time to make him feel like he can't resist for some reason, including his surrounding compatriots in mind-blowing readings.

"Wolfawawawwwwwwwwwwwwww

"I'll take you to Elfast." "

"Huh, please (Diseltos)"

"Ugh, is that helpful?"

In contrast to them, who gradually seep joy with their faces bent down, the daughter of a hastily left adventurer raises her voice and approaches her with tears.

"Oh, that! What am I supposed to do?"

If you think calmly, the elves have a pedigree interaction, even if they can't speak Kobo, because from the people's girlfriends, goblins and Kobolts are monsters with no big difference...

"Gallu...... Alva, Gaovalu Woln?

"Hmm...... Silva, can you give me a lift to the human village?

"Wu ~, waaaaaaaaaaaaa...... woal ogarua gao olfa

(Hmm, I can... I don't know what that means) "

Seeing her with a strange look on her face, she realizes that her own thoughts are people-friendly... but if she throws herself out into the woods like this and dies, she doesn't sleep well. Hasta's voice hangs from behind me wondering what's wrong.

"Wahuluwo Gwolfaon, Alva...... Grugu Ouan

(I don't care why, Silva... we'll take it) "

"Kwolva, Vaarua, Ouao, Ouan.

Thank you for your help, young sage. "

What do you care? The black-and-white cobolts, including Hasta, have a tough personality... they were quite injured, just like me, so healing magic should be too bloody and anaemic, even if the wounds are blocked.

Packing a little of the treatment of them and the human adventurers, the matter of those who were imprisoned in the villages of the Goblins managed to be resolved in a direction that did not hurt their conscience. Note the splendour that if you take the Elves of Obsidian, you can also pass the stray junction around Elfast, the king's capital, together!

Hours after what I was thinking, a search party, including Lenaid, sent by Aristia, followed in the footsteps of a large number of Kobolts (meatball stamps).

So while there was some commotion, I stayed overnight in the village and I said goodbye to my fellow countrymen who fought shoulder-to-shoulder and arrived on my way back to the King's Capital with the elves who picked me up.