The Peerless Kobold (WN)

"... Uh-oh, Kwon, Gavaan (... Uh-oh, brother, someone's here)"

"Wauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I want to make sure my sister, who has spoken to me in a low voice, hands down the sheets and circles, to control the flow of vitality around my body just in case, and to simulate (too much) to people with the uncomfortable feeling of skeletons and muscles becoming distorted in the morning.

"... Morning, early in the morning, but you're both awake?

"Muriel... I just woke up, wait a minute"

It took a little while for me to wear people's skins, so I couldn't wait to get out of bed in reply to her calling me through the door.

Moffmoff's winter hair is gone, so I walk to the end of the room feeling the morning chill, hanging my hand on the door knob and opening the door inside.

"Hey, why aren't you wearing the top!?

Archer, who showed himself from the entrance to the room, for some reason had a naked upper body, which makes me unwittingly stiffened. I tried to lose my gaze, but my consciousness was drawn to my naturally forged large thoracic muscle (Daikon).

(Even as a cobolt, it was musculoskeletal, but when it was humanized, it was unnecessarily noticeable because it had no body hair...)

“This is part of the biological observation," he broke off, and if he took a serious look at his biceps and his broken abs into six pieces on this desk, he would nibble his words at the surprised look on his face.

"Because I had winter hair earlier, I didn't need a jacket... well, get in"

"Ugh, I don't care if a naked man says that to me."

"Well, you don't have to... I'll sleep another night."

That's all I'm saying, I'm mostly trying to close the door.

"Wait, I need to talk to you."

In a hurry, slip your body into the room and sit in a round chair as recommended, waiting for Archer, who weaves his jacket, taking care not to wake up Dagger, who rests quietly.

Lightly up-and-coming, he poured water into two wooden cups from the watering provided for the room, handed one over and then lowered his hips face-to-face across the small table.

"So, let me ask you something"

I take the letter I received in last night's guild to that word out of the leather bag at my waist and gently give it away.

"Do you mind if I read it?

"Yeah, fine."

The letter was sent by my mother, Adelia Vest, and it said, "Go home and meet me once." Looks like Count Schwark, his foster parent, introduced him to the son of the Viscount family, who serves as an administrator in another town.

(But I'm not willing to marry you yet, and I need to convince you properly!)

Because of this, the influence is strong because my mother, as Baroness (Baroness), is the administrator of Verheim, not my father Christ, who has no direct blood ties to his predecessors at home.

I've been worried lately, it's essential to persuade my mother to clean up the topic of marriage entanglement...

"Hmm, isn't that a common story for nobles? If you don't want to, you can say no."

I say it out of hand, and I come back to you with the letter I gave you.

Mmm, I'm kind of sexually angry.

"It's not that simple anymore! Yes, read this next time!!

"Mm-hmm. Guild requisition..."

If I exchanged letters with a non-public request for nomination that I had just been issued by the Alliance, Archer looked through all the time with a subtle look on his face.

"I mean... you want me to take one stick of the play?

"Parent persuasion and future prevention combined, I'd like to ask you to play the role of lover."

I'm sure my mother is worried I won't miss my wedding when she chases creatures and becomes an adventurer...... I know it works, but you're going to lie.

But I want to do something I like...

I stare at him with such truthful thoughts, but with his silver hair, he sighs.

"You have no reason to take it on, and you don't match adventurers with noble ladies in the first place."

"Oh, that's okay, because my father is also a former adventurer"

When my father first wrote a biology book, when he asked many nobles for help, it was his grandfather who expressed his interest in not dealing with the bustling adventurers and others.

When asked by his grandfather, who lived in a separate home after retirement, he decided that his father's argument that "even homogeneous organisms have differences in nature and character, and that if they were randomly numbered, there would be significant changes over generations” would be beneficial in livestock production.

As a result, he said he had fallen in love with his daughter and become his son at some point if he had let him write while drawing on the knowledge he had accumulated by inviting the strange young man to his mansion.

"... so if you show strength there's no problem"

"Then ask Ares or Libert."

"What!? That's... a little unlikely."

I wasn't the subject of that because I was Moffmoff the first time I was helped out of Rock Lizard, but don't tell me Archer came out first when I thought of the opposite sex I could rely on.

At an early age, although the influence of the romantic tale of the village daughter and werewolf youth he yearned for is undeniable, he is transformed into a person, who may also prefer it because of his wild flavor.

(I have to admit these feelings... but calm down and think biologically, me!)

Love emotion is a very natural thing as an organism, and it is essential for the preservation and prosperity of the species! The destination is breeding, so... Ugh!?

"... he's not too busy."

If you think you accidentally shut up, put your palms on your cheeks, leave Muriel stuffy out of her red-dyed face, just like her hair color, and take a glance at the amount of compensation on the nomination request.

(Shouldn't I be judging the amount?)

I said earlier that I had no reason to take it on... but on the contrary, I have no reason to say no, and I don't mind taking it on because I'm a guy who has quite a relationship.

It's just that once we get back to the settlement, we'll see how it goes.

Though I gathered my thoughts and told her I was still suspicious of behavior, and watched the joyful look on my face, I took a seat about the time I woke up my sleeping assistant (squishy) sister.