The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Uh-oh, waffyon, gua!!

(Ugh, what the heck, already!!) "

"Wauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu fa ~ ♪

"Axe, how dare you?"

I hold my forehead and travel a little farther away as I overhear my sister hang her relentless words to the cannibal Kobolt who roars with tears.

So I take off my leather armor, take off my jacket and abandon it, and as far as my pants are concerned, I go from being aware of the position of the slit for my tail and transforming it from a humanized state to a wolf-mixed dog man.

(Guh, guh, this feeling of body being created as always...)

Honestly, I can't go back to what I was without Kimothiwalui going through this. I don't think we do humanization so often, but will one day we get used to it?

"Quovoluo."

The vocal cords switched to that of the Kobolt tribe, making it impossible to pronounce the common language of the continent, the body covered in hair, the canine teeth and nails stretched, and the fuzzy tail drooped from the slit on the back of his trousers.

This hole for the tail...... is fully equipped with clothes that can be purchased in the village of Luqua, which is just fine when you look like a werewolf dog, but becomes a useless long object when humanized.

(Woven coat is fine and not uncomfortable)

The fabric of the clothes was linen woven by the cats and daughters during the winter months with a tool called the waist loom, which we were allowed to buy as well and used as a waist cloth material. We're in the middle of a hip-to-hip-cloth switch that often stings in our settlements.

Sometimes Smith, a small dripping ear cobolt who showed an interest in hemp weaving, wanted a waist loom, so he had to buy it in conjunction with flat blades for stone processing (hiragana only), etc., and go home.

(The lumbar loom is made by Grimmer because it is a woodwork, and the iron tools are at Barack's... After that, if it is possible at Joseph's, they will sell the chicken)

Place your hands on the leather bag on your hips to ascertain the weight of gold and silver coins.

For once, the village of Luqua is incorporated into the economic zone of the Territory through the nearby town of Wiald, Ferrias, which has a population of about two thousand people, so the Dior currency cannot be used.

If you insist, you should be aware that there are only a few places that can be used with less circulation due to the strong aspects of self-sufficiency due to the characteristics of cat people living in the forest...

After summing up about the shopping I've been asked to do, I'll stop by Axe's side to apologize for being cured by ground heels to the World Tree Witch Hall that has accompanied me from the ancient woods.

"Guruvaaa...... Uluvaaa

(force majeure... sorry) "

"Wong, Wong, Wong Gua Vaa Gao Wong

(Fine, I'll hide and eat honey next time) "

That being said, he slaps the ground grumpy with his tail as he crouches in... our emotions are prone to tail and ear movements. If I was wondering if I should get in the mood for something later, I would accidentally pull my arm hair lightly.

"Quang, kulu 'a gharuan ♪ wafiguaan?

(Brother, it's time for lunch. ♪ Want something to hunt for?) "

"Woan."

"Wow, wow... (Then I'll go too...)"

Sitting on a branch on a tree, he deposited his back in the trunk, and a small obsidian elf who was watching a mock battle jumped ”zan” and raised a large elphin bow in his hand.

Dropping silver thread hair braided on both shoulders and exposing healthy wheat skin between thick shorts and long boots is the hunter's celica acting as a witch's escort.

He was known among the elves as one of the best archers of the Obsidian (being there), and as a result, he was si (...) lo (...)... suspected of being a sniper in the shooting of the Marcus priest caused by a series of reform extremists, and a guardian white feather arrow stood where he was living a breathless life.

She's a cool beauty at first glance, but she hates losing, and she's been burning up her sense of confrontation ever since I planted a rabbit before her when we went out hunting together on the road.

As a matter of fact, the hunting arm is probably better on her, so I want you to stop showing it with the grin of ”Phew” when you secure your prey first.

Well, I have business this time, so let's just say I ask you to secure lunch.

"Gwanseraon, wofa guruuuuuuuuuu

(I'll leave the hunt to Celica, take my sister and Buster) "

"... no (Vitra) in tension (Rosé)"

Whimpered somewhat in Elf, she turned her heels back and proceeded to the back of the woods, followed by her sister, who rocked her fox tail in a good mood, and a cobolt of arm-black giants in charge of the Great Sword.

"Woah woh, gurah."

"Kluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Waf, quoan (oh, let me hope)"

After nodding gently and dropping off the food procurement squad, he takes the magical silver mask that was hooked to his trouser belt and wears it. Earlier Celica was good at Kobolt because she often ran into the Kobolts during hunting, so it made sense to avoid strife, but not everyone is, so she needs to talk.

"Wah, grooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

'Well, we shop in the village... what do all the elves do?

"Well, cat villages are rare, so I thought I'd show you."

On behalf of the Foresters, Listi, the witch who kept the demon of the small raptor (Haitaka) on her shoulders, replied so, throwing her gaze at Wallace to take confirmation.

"Of course not, because our ancestors lived in ancient woods, you're good friends."

"Well, I'll show you!

A blue-skinned elf newlywed clutches her fist all the way next to Listy, who offers to give Liz an apology by putting her cat ear firmly up. Basically, the bronze elves are curious...

"Mm-hmm. I'm concerned about the cats' medication situation."

"Mira's always like that. I'll go out with her."

"Thank you, Asta."

Mira, a bronze pharmacist, is holding her husband's arm into her chest, and Asta, a bronze blacksmith, is what makes it but stays. From a state of childhood familiarity and not much awareness of each other if you ask me, it seems that Asta was imprisoned for selling weapons and gunpowder to reform extremists and rapidly unfolded the case to hang up...

(Even if they show up as friendly people who might accidentally throw up sugar)

When he missed his gaze, the single Lenaid was similarly out of sight. Either way, listen to their love temporarily, then go into the village of Luqua and spend each hour meaningfully.

Along the way, a case arose in which a luggage carrying Axe was captured (got) by a cat girl (Lilia) and mopped, but we were also greeted by a celica who bought the object and turned back to the camp site, pointing to a stalled pig and proudly defying her thin chest.

After finishing his lunch while cooking with his girlfriend and sister, he returned to his first settlement in a long time after a journey of the remaining ni days from here.