The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Under the cloudy winter skies, several cobolts back from the hunt surround the fire and you can see them holding hands and taking warmth.

(I knew there were also magician-based cobolts dealing with flames...)

As the lead Maril passed by them, what caught his eye were firestones and firecrackers, which did not depend on individual qualities like fire attribute magic, and seemed to have been ignited in a civilized way that could be handled by everyone.

"... there was a water truck in the river, and the waterway extended to the outer edge."

"It's a little village."

"You need to change your mind..."

As the vigilantes put it, I can't help but be surprised that it seems more civilized than I imagined.

If she turns her gaze even as she gets upset and looks ahead to be guided, a big dog man with pale hair lights an iron pot with water, choosing the right kind of dried herbs to prepare her tea.

"Wah, Wal 'an"

"Hey, hello"

If a dog man with a pale giant body with a nostalgic look utters any words, a wheat-skinned elf daughter accompanying the people of the Village of Viel will interpret it into the common language of the continent... the question just swells.

(Why do you have an elf in the first place!?)

For over an hour and a half waiting for the cat artisans to return across lunch, it was the long-skinned dog man who had some connection with the obsidian elf that he had come to pick them up on behalf of the two of them.

The appearance of the first encounter It is new to my memory that the daughter of a beautiful elf exchanged her gaze with the dog man and was stunned by the way she began to talk.

Either way, Maril regains his mind and puts his gaze on the dog man with the pale giant body.

"Nice to meet you... thank you, Mr. Pale Cobolt, before."

"Knock, knock... Knock, knock, knock."

"Ng, waffion?

'Mm, what are you talking about?

I thought it might be subtly cute to lean my neck strangely, and I told her about the time she was attacked by a burglar and thanked her, and a pale dog man nodded like, "Oh, I see.”

"Gwoaluowoaw ~

"That's what happened."

Returning it in light words, for example, he wrapped several herbs in a clean linen and threw it into an iron pan, adding honey from a bottle with a wooden spoon and mixing it in.

While admiring the familiar work, she also conveys a polite apology to the long-bodied dog man who has helped her several times, after which she once again confesses to the two.

"This is Maril, acting village chief of Viel Village, nice to meet you."

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"I'm Zeno, the vigilante."

"Guru, Guru, Guru."

Wearing her usual cat and mending her thorough attitude, each of the vigilantes bows his head as she greets the pale dog man.

"Gruwauuuu, wolwaaao qualu"

"I'm Axe, I'd love to get along."

A boneless battle axe and shield were placed beside it in response to the rush, indicating that its dog man, calm alongside his musculoskeletal giant body, was a samurai.

(You were beating up a burglar with an axe of war...)

Remembering a scene once upon a time, Maril sits around the fire with everyone as recommended, receiving and offering the souvenirs he brings from Zeno.

"The barley and apples made in the village, will you have them?

"Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

"Gaoo, grooon......"

"For once, let me take it..."

Grabbing a hemp bag with barley wine and apples, Blazer gently placed a nose tip on it to confirm the smell and handed it to Axe after checking for poison, etc.

"Woang, Gruagarwo ~"

"Thank you, I'll take this."

I don't know if it's payback from being prepared beforehand, but everyone in the village of Viel behaves like herbs that smell like rosemary brewed in a wood mag.

Even this wooden mag needs to be polished out of the wood with fleas and polished with a "polished cloth" with finely crushed powder glued to the shell of freshwater shells, if the cobolts are making it in front of them, they are medium skilled.

"This... you made it?

"Fuck... Guru?

"Gulfau, wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's not me, it's the Smiths."

Maril nods quietly to the answer and sips herbal tea, breathing a sigh of breath before letting her think about acting as village chief.

(Yeah, if you're more skilled at processing wood, maybe you can buy dishes and stuff and sell them in neighboring towns? Plus, if you ask for dried herbs and raw medicines, you can procure them...)

Apart from the possibility of the village of Viel moisturizing, it was necessary to establish friendly relations with the Kobolts, who are holding up upstream of the Stile, a source of living water, and having a deal could have been a means of doing so.

If rare goods are available, we cannot overlook that they can be sold exclusively by themselves, who are allowed to enter and leave the sanctuary woods, as she is involved at the helm of the village.

It should be noted that at the end of the sentence, she with high chore skills gets the hairloss of the dogs, makes a highly complete "felt cobolt doll” for nothing, and winds up coins from Muriel will be a later story.

Aside from that, while responding to an unusual conversation, Maril glances over at the entire settlement after completing her thoughts.

"This doesn't seem particularly problematic."

"You sure are idle..."

Zeno insignificantly picked up zero words and gave his consent.

In fact, via the Ferrias Territorial Administration in the core city, the Lords have asked me to report on the situation of the Kobolts in the sanctuary in the position of acting village chief.

(Well, I'm not willing to avenge the favor I've been helped twice...)

For once, Maril thinks it's better to lay low that the elves are inhabited or rather civilized, and Blazer, who watched her expressively from earlier, pinches her mouth.

"... Gwoul, wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

'... By the way, what brings you here?

"Yeah, I'm just saying hello as a neighbor today."

"Khuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Blazer is surprised by the words returned, but the conversation with the villagers who surrounded the fire in a calm atmosphere all the time will go on because Axe will unquestionably accept it...

(Ugh... Interpreter, tough... cheap contract, maybe?)

Celica has become slightly tired of even being a sidekick, and although Cantera and vegetable oil are available, Maril and the others wanted to go back to the outer edge of the forest before sundown.

Time is pressing, or they say goodbye to Barack and Grimmer, who briefly stay overnight at the Cobolts' house with drooling ears before returning to the village of Luqua, and with their feet head out of the settlement.

So at the end of the day, Maril turns around to Blazer and Axe, who came to drop him off, and says the simple words that Celica taught him with a slightly lit look.

"Wow, wow! (See you later!)"

"Voaloooooooooo... (if I get a chance...)"

"Walk away."

Turning her back on the two who responded to her farewell greetings while eating her face, she and the vigilantes walked away in the afternoon woods, a slightly different day than usual for the Kobolts living in the sanctuary.