The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"Ugh, I wonder if you're okay"

On the way home on a moonlit night with chilly early winter winds, a red-haired demon mentor squeaks anxiously holding a sleepy little fox.

"Hmm? I guess it's a range we can work out"

"Uh-huh, Mr. Edgar with the" gold ”rating who was in the tavern or Mr. Grace would be fine... ugh, I don't like it if I get hurt badly, and we'll keep it cosy in the corner."

Yeah, with that said, the bowman who was in her crew was pretty wounded when Valiant hit him.

Since it has been a long time since they were eating and drinking at the Alliance Co Tavern, by now they will be back at the Lost Lamb Pavilion, which they also asked to go out.

... What a great name, but he seems to be a conscientious lodger who rents out his room with a monthly advance to a runaway adventurer who doesn't have the money. You can't stay above the “silver” level in a junior lodging with a guild subsidy for anything.

Around properly supporting the lives of young people and investing in nurturing them, Adventurers' Union plugs into a branch of the street if it thinks protection is more generous than mercenary good offices.

"Let's send it, Muriel's Inn was this way"

One of the women walking in the night lane is called a magician. They are all careless, so they cut it out in a natural way and tried to enter the back alley from the corner of the street, but the hem of their jacket was picked.

"Ugh, I wanted to ask you a lot, so I told you to drop by, didn't I?

"I remember... it's a pretty late hour"

In the middle of the conversation, Muriel's voice became slightly pointed because she was not very aware of the fact that I had become Ariel.

"Oh, yes, the four-leaf white clover pavilion."

I don't know what to do. She steps out onto the street and goes on the streets she's used to.

(Well, listen...)

I scratched my head gently, and then I followed along through the less popular night lane, building next to the three houses of the Adventurer's Guild, into a pricey lodging if I had her tell me.

As soon as I got to the city, I rented a room for two, at the penetration of the third floor up the stairs. When the door opens, the fox runs out of the arms of the red-haired wizard.

"Cu ~ ~ ~ ♪ (Ya ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~)"

Throw your little body to the bed with a delightful squeal, and my sister unties the change and turns herself into a fox-mixed cobolt.

"Oh, it's strange to see it again and again."

I agree with you, but my no-night sister of doctrine rubbed her body against the sheets with a sleigh and had already begun to nap even as she smelled it.

"... wait, who cleans up those hairy sheets"

Even as he slumps, he pulls out the chair that was placed in the corner of the room and recommends it to Muriel. And the moment my sister lowered her back to the bed of the unoccupied, she came out intrigued.

"Hey, Archer, I want you to show me where you're going."

"I don't mind that..."

In the first place, I don't even want to prefer to maintain my appearance if I don't have to, because I feel repressed all the time while I'm humanizing. Gradually untie the humanization while exhaling inhaled breath to embrace changes in skeleton, muscle attachment, stretching body hair, etc...

"Shh, wow, Ko, I need to write this down!

A daughter of a biologically-named magician stuck her hand in a leather bag at her waist and quickly took out flax fiber paper, a feather pencil and ink... While doing that, I was fine-tuning the position of the hole for my tail, while turning to a wolf-mixed cobolt wrapped around leather armor and clothing.

"Ahhh, hey, now I want you to humanize..."

He tells me effortlessly, but even when he gets used to it, the creepiness that alters the structure of the body is alive and well. This one also removes and fits the reading mask that was hanging on the belt with Smith's special leather gear, and I'll make it clear.

"Garru! 'Say no!

"Can I ask you a favor?

"Uruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu: It's so uncomfortable."

"Oh, really? I need to hear more about that too..."

When she was appropriately dealing with Muriel, who, curiously shining her reddish eyes equivalent to her hair color, would confirm the feather pencil as root digging and leaf digging with one hand, she eventually stopped writing hands with a satisfying look.

"I'm sorry to hear so much about you."

"Wow, it's okay."

"Well, it's good to take care of you for not being mean, aren't you?"

"Voloooooooooo, 'Speak for yourself'"

The same thing was pointed out to my former fellow mercenaries, so maybe being a werewolf doesn't change the nature of the individual. Smiling bitterly but temporarily, we discuss each other's recent developments, etc.

"... and you're more of a werewolf than a dog man anymore"

"Garu, gruaan? 'Again, does that look like it?

"Just for a moment, let me make sure"

Muriel, who lifted his hips from the chair and took my hand, looked at the shape of the meatballs and nodded, further pinching his cheeks with his hands to examine the jaw muscles and fangs, followed by ascertaining the shape of the skull.

"Yeah, it's a wolf......... uh, it looks like a non- (eh) cobolt?

Damn, that's terrible.

She noticed me with an uncomfortable look on her face and kept saying, "Oh, my God."

"So, but silver wolves are rare, and you're like Beowulf, the hero of the werewolves!

"Kluaa Ofaan? 'You've never heard of it?

"Well, you're talking about Venom, the king of werewolves in the fairy tale of a human race, treated like a hero in the werewolves, and his real name is Beowulf."

If you're a werewolf king, I know, but I don't feel complimented because you're a famous villain in a fairy tale...

He must be a hero to the werewolves.

After a gentle sigh, I also lift my hips out of bed and open the window in the room, checking the time in the moon position with the night breeze.

"Gah, guovavarvo...... wolwoo

"Well, it's a good time... let's send it" "

"Mm, please heh!?

I quickly wrap my hands around Muriel's hips and hug him, wrapping a whirlwind caused by wind magic around his legs, jumping out the window and looking around!

"Ahhh, hey, Archer!!

Ignoring the screams he hears, he jumps right down to the front street into the alley and leaps out onto the roof as he alternates kicks up narrow left and right walls to get moonlight all over his body.

"Gallu, Oualu!!" Ha ha, isn't that a good full moon!!

"Ugh, all of a sudden it's too much... uhh"

You were afraid of floating when you fell, hissing and clinging back to her and running on the roof, the silver-haired werewolf dog jumped under the moon as instincts for "Lost Lamb (Pavilion)"...

Thus, two days have passed since the night when some of the people living in the core city heard the girl scream and howl, and the city square brings together armed men to crusade the Valiant who attacked the village of Grau.