The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After that, Muriel and I went back to the Lost Lamb (Stray Sheep) Pavilion to tell our friends that we were going home for a while, and when the noon bell rang, we promised to meet at the Adventurer's Guild and leave the lodging we took care of.

"Don't you dare, even a souvenir to everyone..."

If you take a trip to the market in the East End, where the general taught you when you left, a little fox sneaks into the leather bag at your waist and is out of the cold.

"Ku, waffiklwo, kaw!?

(That smells good, hiccup!?) "

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

You just ate a morning meal at the inn. "

I've been eating for less exercise these past few days, so I keep a puffy pick of my little fat sister's flank.

(All right, I'll let you go with the workout when I get home)

Many believe that the influence of their ancestors, who originally relied on hunting dictated by luck, or that Cobolt should be "eaten when it can be eaten," is also not an overly praised habit in the present situation, where stockpiling means in flocks have increased.

A proper diet is also important for your health.

That said, my people are still happy with the food, so I walked through the market consciously to see if there was anything that seemed good, and found something of interest in the outdoor stores I passed by.

"Hmm, brother, is dry pasta unusual?

To my knowledge, pasta is a mixture of durum wheat flour and water, salt and chicken eggs... but that's slightly different what the shopkeeper called pasta.

"Is this something that dried pasta?

"Oh, I hear the boys from the Holy City of Veritas Kwedam originally thought about it in preparation for the famine, and it's not that hard to make it in the sunshine."

The owner, who saw me eat it, gives me a very small amount of pasta that was boiled and fried in a small wooden dish.

"Let's not pick it out, shall we?

"Thank you."

I nodded honestly and picked it from a small plate. I threw it into my mouth and it tasted like rock salt.

"... harder than regular pasta, but not worse"

"Right? This is so convenient food, it will spread quickly in this country!

"Right, let's get some."

I shop as a thank you for the rarity and the knowledge of drying pasta, and buy seasoning saffron and rock salt at the store across the street from it.

Other woodworking stores I found traveling from the East End to the Adventurer's Guild in the Central End, where I still bought a few beating solos (bump sesame seeds) to the kids' cobolts.

Playing solo (bump sesame seeds) is a wooden toy that beats with a small whip and adds rotation, and I remember playing when I was a kid in my previous life.

(Advisor, that kind of memory is a happy thing...)

As I went down the front street in charge of a large luggage bag, even though I thought so, I still had a little time on the noon bell, but I saw Muriel wrapped around a bunch of travel clothes nestled in front of the guild.

After a quick lunch in a co-located tavern with that girlfriend, she heads out of the city through the streets of the South District.

"Well, I'll stop by our settlement once..."

The catchment area on the outer edge of the central forests of Easteria is designated a sanctuary of the Cathedral Church, so it can also be taken as such.

I don't know if I can break the ban myself.

I was temporarily thinking about having it wait in the village of Viel, when Muriel, who had heard the earlier whine, smiled invincibly and took out parchment with an engraving of Laedingen indicating the Duke of Felias' pattern.

"When they asked me about the reward for my dedication, I said I couldn't do it and they issued it."

"How many times," I give Baroness Muriel Vest the right of abode in the village of Viel ”, come on, Duke..."

It would be a letter certifying her as a resident of the village of Viel, who was granted access to the sanctuary, in a way that reversed the exceptions to the tripartite agreement by the royal family, the lord and the diocesan church.

Even if the Church of the Basilica is not silent, which is rendered virtual if the same hands are used to a large extent, I don't feel too good.

"... I'm sorry, was it a bad idea?

"Well, I don't mind."

Receiving a simple acknowledgment, she loosens her slightly nervous look and adds a word.

"Actually, the Duke was reluctant to write."

"Hmm, should I see that as a good thing or not..."

"I am sure you are wary, Holy Beast of Selkram."

"Stop it, you're a dog man"

Walking through the streets where the buildings in sight had become neglected while talking to Muriel about his unfathomable public stories, he left Warren, a city he had stayed in for a while from the southern tip.

If we continue on the streets that cross the plains, we will reach the towns of Zergla and the village of Viel... but I will move aside early when there are no signs of people.

"Hmm, wouldn't it be quicker to honestly take the streets than the beast lane?

"Not really, hold it for a second"

Grab the root of the little fox with his head out of the leather bag he put through his belt and hand it straight to Muriel.

"Cu! (Yikes!)"

"Wah-wah, I'm moffing."

I watched her cuddle the fox happily, took the two large cloth bags she had folded out of her luggage bag and spread them out, and connected them like a balance in my own leather harness.

"Uh, wasting beast hauling?

"Yes, humans will not be the only ones whose werewolves will change their appearance"

Responding with a smile, he removes a set of leather armor and other equipment and throws it in two cloth bags in balance. Then, as she holds the fox with both hands, she also pulls out and holds the oak cane sandwiched to her side.

He returned to the werewolf dog man after breathing where everything fitted well and hid himself in the bush based on his reflections this morning before taking off his clothes and scattering him and turning to the silver-haired giant wolf.

"Wow, the big Moffmoff!!

Ask Muriel, who is rather scared than happy, to help me put on the harness when she shows up from the sleigh and grass of her clothes.

"I've put similar transports on cows and horses, so I think it's ok..."

"Gah, ooh, ooh."

"Cu ~ ♪ (Ya ~ ~ ~)"

A little fox jumps out of her arm tilting her little neck, poffs on top of me and slaps her back with her little hand.

"Eh, you can ride!!

"Waf."

Shortly she yelled and shook her neck vertically, feeling surprised she lay down on the ground across my back and felt soft and warm weight shortly afterwards.

(………… If the mind is extinguished, the fire will cool again)

Shake off the clutter and get up, care about Muriel and start walking slowly but...

"Wah, take!?

Apparently, it's difficult to maintain her posture, and her thighs and girlfriend squirt on her back. Even after that, he fell ill and was pressed against his chest until he got used to it, and he just got a little bored.