The Peerless Kobold (WN)

In the neighborhood of the settlements of the Kobolts, where the humans live, which will become more noisy in Russia in the autumn, this time of year also becomes rushed to prepare for overwintering, when the hunters head out hunting for the surroundings.

Other than that, it is just this season to sprinkle the seeds of rye, wheat and barley that are due to be harvested next year, and it is no different that we are all busy. It should be noted that wheat is only grown in an auxiliary fashion, as farming is carried out mainly on cold-resistant rye in certain Ferrias territory of this village of Viel.

Because these Inidae plants have shells on their seeds, they need to be loaded onto the cloth after removing the clam from the stem and beat even carelessly with a beating stick. After this coarse grain removal, the rest of the crust is finally brown wheat by hand peeled into the tunnel.

"Phew...... but it was tough ~"

"Yeah, right..."

That conversation was after all, when Maril, the village chief's daughter, and her village daughters honored each other for their good fight with dead fish-like eyes. I wonder why you spend so much time dealing with cereals... because you save well on a year-by-year basis.

The advantages of being able to store in a life where you don't know when and what kind of disaster or inaction there is are are enormous.

To that end, so much was accumulation and barter around cereals such as wheat in primitive societies, which is also the prototype of today's monetary economy, and still enough that part of the tax can be paid in cereals as an annual contribution.

Either way, mix the two types of brown wheat obtained at the end of the struggle and flour as needed in a waterwheel hut built along a tributary of the Stile River that flows just a short distance from the village, so that it is the ingredient of black bread, the staple food…

"Oh, why are you so heavy?"

"Maril, the language is disturbing..."

Sitting on the stump, a red-haired demon mentor, who had opened the Cobolt Marines page in "The Cobolt Atlas of the World" by Dr. Sedy Hartrant, looked up and noticed Maril leaking discontent while carrying about 10 kg of brown wheat bags.

"Master Magic is good - finish your work"

"Don't get involved, I did my best."

"Sure made it easier this time thanks to Muriel"

"Well, thanks."

Ares, who had a long sword bare slightly away from them, worked hard, and Libert, who was grinding his favorite sabel, gives his consent. Mirea, the rest of her companion, was mingled with the hunters of the village to try to get her bow into the woods with one hand, and was persuaded that it was a sanctuary that was off-limits except for the villagers.

The request they received this time was a so-called "rat extermination”, which includes fang rats classified as demons, and it is your job to keep brown wheat, walnuts, dried meat, etc. out of sight.

"Well, I'm still a biologist."

It should be noted that the means she used were the antidote to the original blend and contained as active ingredients the toxin silyloside derived from the bulbs of a lilyceae plant called onions.

This is a killer from the ancient kingdom, which has little effect except rodents, but Muriel's creativity and heart and blood were poured out so that alert mice could eat it.

(The rats are pathetic, but this is also a survival competition between people and them...)

As an apprentice majoring in biology, I have repeatedly understood the code of weak and forceful eating, and although she is aware that human beings are included there without exception... pray for the blessings of life she has taken for the time being.

Even if that's what's called hypocrisy...

As a result, the rat removal request proceeded smoothly, and Fang Rat, with his sharp fangs, who had a weak effect on the pesticide, was also defeated where the movement was dull by his fellow party members.

Muriels, who accomplished the extermination request early, have stayed at the village chief's house for the past two days or so, after receiving a seal on the required documents from Maril's father and much delight in his hospitality.

"My dad takes care of me here... Maril, I'll carry him."

"Uh, okay? You can count on me, Mr. Ares."

Dogging on his village daughter's bruised smile, he stared with his awakened eyes at Ares, who receives a large brown wheat bag, and a red-haired demon conductor said blush.

"... Ares, a little too much"

"Ugh, I don't think it's any other HR"

While Libert, who picked up the grunt, has a slightly convulsive look on his face, the two of them are already moving away to the waterwheel cabin...

After that, the villagers who refine their field work, and the women who repair the cloth and bedding types in preparation for winter, do a little more work. In addition, the monastery also made beer based on malt, hops and other ingredients.

Adults do not know the fact that rumors were spreading that they saw fairies among the village's children when everyone was being chased in more time than usual in the thus vibrant village of Viel.

"Because it's true, I saw it too! A little fairy with wings."

"Oh, I saw that too, you're adorable ~"

"Eh, I haven't seen it, and I don't believe it."

"But I might want to see it too... you're going out of the village, right?

These are the kids who seem to enjoy such conversation...... old fairies etc are extremely dangerous.

They are inherited and possess the power to twist and bend space, an annoying presence that rarely switches between goblins and people's babies or makes toddlers encounter divine concealment.

Above all, it is the spiritual structure of the old fairies that is completely different from people and subpeople, and according to one theory it is also said that all the acts that can only be felt in numerous malice consist of good intentions.

Well, you can't tell what they think or anything, and not necessarily that the fairies the kids in the village saw are old things...

"Wow, Chili... Huh!?

At dusk witchcraft, shortly after a young girl headed out of town found a sole with feathers that emitted phosphorescent light, the surrounding landscape switched into a gruesome, distorted and dim forest.