The Peerless Kobold (WN)

By the time Muriel left her room with the maid who picked her up, a series of backwards had been reported by Archer, accompanied by a fox, in the Baroness's office where they were headed.

The lesser bunkle, which had already been thrown into the hemp rope woven bag, was handed to the long-lasting maid Ligretta, who had refrained from doing so, and has been brought out of the scene.

Although the troublesome warcraft that spreads plaster disease as a result was able to capture it at speed (soot) and heel, it was not all convenient to be heard, so Adelia, sitting in the desk chair, gently covers her face with one hand and zeroes her sigh.

"... I told you to compete to catch Lesser Bankle, but I don't remember telling you to beat each other up all over the city"

"Let me say it's force majeure about that"

I understand how the contents of the trial have been determined taking into account various matters in order not to cause significant injury to the Viscount's traces, but it is Lord Deekbell who has been setting up too faithful a squire or an invitation.

(Well, I was curious to get on too...)

For example, even if you encounter a fierce man in the battlefield who makes you vibrate your mind, it is not a bad idea to slash and tie a knot only once in relation to being killed, so it is not bad to ignore the intent to kill and bump into each other with pure skill.

You can afford to mourn your lack of strength in a situation where losing is directly linked to death, or you can build up further workouts so that if you live, you won't have any remorse.

"Every day, when you fall down, you look forward."

Thinking back to the time of mercenary, which had dawned on her training, even while she was a little nostalgic, your wife gathers her thoughts with some grumbling.

"Lord Archer... I'll check, but you didn't get your hands on it first, did you?

"For once, we let the opponent take all the first shots."

Needless to say, the daughter of the escort and squire who had been beaten up had also let Lord Diekbell shoot her first water bullet firmly, because she had taken care of the area.

"That won't be a big problem. Lord Liglight, the Viscount, is annoyed by reason, for better or worse..."

As far as the glossy lady with the same red hair scratched and fried as her daughter and a slightly contained bitterness is concerned, Lord Diekbell's father must be hard to handle if she is persevered.

I opened my mouth to try to keep a word because I might have to (I) take extra care of it, and the little fox sister who was sitting at my feet pinned her chemo ear and turned the door.

"Kwauuan, Gauluuu ♪ (Natalie's here, lunch maybe.)"

Just at noon, when my sister is patting her tail in response to the footsteps of a cook maid who has completely grabbed her heart and stomach in the last few days, the sound of a polite knock on the office door sounds.

"Ma'am, I've brought your daughter"

"Thank you, you got me into trouble."

The door slowly opened after the words of labor, and Natalie, thanking her, only Muriel entered the room intact, so the little fox rushed back to Tobotobo in anticipation of lunch.

"Uh-oh."

"What's wrong, Dagger?

"No, you don't have to worry..."

If you still throw your gaze in response to the questions asked, she's been staring at my face and reaching out.

"Mmm, the end of my mouth is cut... gather the holy light of healing"

Warm white magical light penetrates through the soft palms across the cheeks, and the magic of the healing light heals, including the wounds in the mouth.

(careless, but I might be glad if it's a scratch I put on for me...... I can't believe it)

For some reason she blushes and releases her accompanying hand, staring at her to ask why she was injured, so she briefly talks about the situation, even though she feels a little awkward.

"Just hang out with Lord Deekbell..."

"Eh, seniors are okay!?

"We've been doing each other a favor."

Muriel twists her neck strangely when she also tells her that she was quite a user. As far as she knows, he wasn't a real fighter to deal with the strong... which seems to have overlaid quite a bit of drilling in the short term.

Thanks to the maintenance of long-term humanization, shackles on the senses and strengths exuded stress, and I urge her not yet convinced to face your wife.

"It was somewhat unexpected, but let's acknowledge the skill with which we captured the lost Lesser Bunkle all over the city, the minimum strength that we can entrust our daughter with."

"At the very least, that means..."

In response to the inquiry, which caged her willingness to confirm, the lady nodded quietly.

"Yes, I authorize the engagement."

"Chi, wait a minute, Mother!!

Muriel glances at my expression reluctantly, but at the time of accepting the request for nomination to pretend to be my lover, I had intended to take it on, including that.

Ning, while you are officially engaged, you will not be brought in unwanted friendships, and when you are in the stage of holding various ceremonies, you can have them dismissed for a reason.

(If you think calmly, was it not the right request...)

I send a help boat to her who manages to devour her mother while she is frightened of herself.

"I'm not asking you to marry me right away, and if you don't like it, you don't mind leaving me... will you live with me, Muriel"

Though she offered her hand as she spit out a dialogue that could be said without even being able to illuminate her face, because in a way she has broken it off as a request... she hardens with a bright red face.

"... am I good?

"Of course."

If I grabbed her by the hand she offered me, and immediately answered her confirmation to the boss, Hua would return a smile like a broken (dust) bust.

(Oh, I see... that's immature stuff)

In spite of the little profit that leads here, Muriel's body is pulled aside just a little while laughing at the fact that an unconscious lower heart was lurking behind the request for ambiguous reasons.

"Pfft, you're both close."

"Ahhh."

After being scattered by a sniveling lady, she was advised to have lunch first because she also had an opponent of Lord Deekbell, and left the office with her, who looked tired.

It should be noted that beef steaks were sometimes the main dish served in the dining room day and night, and my sister added that she was always in a good mood to stick to the meat.