The Peerless Kobold (WN)

After such a long, short, intense day, I ask the tabletop cantera to light my sister's fox fire in a room that's completely dark, and I sit in bed and start making my way back to the settlement.

That said, I haven't brought as much baggage as I did besides my own gear, so I'm just going out with Muriel in the afternoon to throw in a bundle of returning food, charcoal, and a thick sausage of Verheim specialties that I bought as souvenirs to my fellow herds.

"Guwoaluan? We're going back to the woods, right?"

"Gawwwwwwwwwwwwwww."

Leaving Muriel to stay at her parents' house during the winter when we have dinner with Vest's mother and daughter, she tells us that we are leaving at noon tomorrow.

It should be noted that in the middle of winter, all of the adventurers, including the adventurers, will be pulled into a cage and rely on the preserved food to eat until spring, so even if she falls out in the long term, Ares will have no major problems.

In the first place, because it is life-threatening to operate poorly in the harsh winter itself, at the end of the year, there are limits to where people and things go.

Perhaps even a single line of the Deekbell family will leave the town of Verheim early.

"Well, if you don't have to rush back to being a werewolf, you'll raise the chill with your body hair..."

There's no way to explain that, and I conclude that I just have to go home and grab and lift the little body of my little fox sister who was playing corny over the bed.

"Uku?"

"... Back up, Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Though he maintains a constant physique with the illusion "shrinkage change," this way the mass... No, let's not delude him in vague terms, he was gaining a lot of weight.

Instead of getting a giant wolf and putting him on his back on the way home, he decides to let him walk on his front leg as much as possible, but gets his sister in a fox off to bed, finishing a stretch of support and tightening the hemp bag's mouth string.

"Something like this, later..."

One shrugged and took the nomination request that I had avoided on the side earlier.

In order to save expenses, or at the bottom of a small parchment stamped with fine letters, a place is provided to write the wording to the effect that “the request has been accomplished” and the signature of the client. In the case of this request, in principle, without Muriel's signature, the Adventurer Guild will not allow the request to be completed inside.

Naturally, it is impossible to receive the reward for her success that she has placed in the Alliance.

(The sun is already falling, but it's a pain in the ass to forget...)

If you are driven back, think of it as until then, lift your hips and walk to the door at the end of the room with parchment in one hand.

"Gruwolwoon? Shall I come with you?"

"Gu, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

(No, be as generous as you like... I'll get the lights) "

At night I put a word no to my sister, and I was simulating to people, and I grabbed the handle of a tabletop cantera and went out into the dim hallway.

Due to the lack of fur, I feel some outside cold and gently bow down to Muriel's room, where I have been in several times during my stay. So he sharpened his senses, perceived the slightest noise of matter and the aroma of herbs, confirmed that he was not absent, and carefully knocked on the door.

"I'm sorry for the night, do you mind?"

"Archer? Wait a minute..."

I hear mild footsteps over a short amount of time, and she shows up with her shoulder feathers on her everyday clothes, inviting this one who was standing in the hallway.

"I was just sitting there and brewing herbal tea for a good night's sleep."

"... hidden in chamomile, some slight peppermint incense."

"Well, even if it's humanized, Kobolt's sense of smell is alive... next time I might want you to experiment with how much difference it makes in each form"

Even though it was somewhat cumbersome, Muriel watched as he added water from the leather water bottle to a copper container supported by an iron tripod, and reached the chair at the table near the fireplace where they were placed.

"Sure, Mira had something similar... the firepower seems convenient even if it's low"

The ceiling of the tripod, which also used bronze elves, is circular, and the flame of the oil lamp sears from the bottom through the bottom of the copper container on top.

"This is a plant frying device, by the way, what can I do for you?

"Oh, it's no big deal."

I wrapped additional dry herbs in a clean cloth while we had a conversation and handed her parchment paper as I threw it into hot water.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot."

Muriel, with a slightly sorry look on his face, moves up to the side table at the window and finishes his signature with a feather pen and ink that was there.

"Good job...... but are you glad we even got engaged?

"It's only formal, so I don't have a problem with it."

I will be nostalgic for the parchment that was offered, and I will tell her that I am slightly concerned, even as I receive the herbal tea that she poured on the wooden mag with one hand.

"More than that, I'm not impressed you keep blurring... isn't Lord Adelia a a good mother to think of her daughter"

"Ugh, I know that."

Sipping the chibi and hot herbal tea, Muriel leaned down and thought about it.

(Ugh, I feel guilty for your mother, and I won't be seeing Archer for a while from tomorrow... I may miss a lot of things)

Sometimes as she tilted the wooden mag to moisten her throat wondering if silence would be good, she was somewhat roaring, leaning up to the distance each shoulder of the chair touched, peeking into the other's face.

"Oh, you know... I was just thinking"

"No, fine, it's been a long time?

"Ahhh, listen to me properly"

I put the penetration in reflexively, but apparently it's a serious story.

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"I thought you didn't like it."

If you're positive about the deal, you're not gonna bring me a nomination request or anything.

"But... Archer would be nice to go out with some field work or something."

"No, there's the herd... or Ares."

Although we often act with each other's companions and have little time together... I still can't crave the moffy herd of bitches, so I can't help but feel the favor of Muriel, who was directed at me with the understanding that I was a werewolf.

I feel there may be a lot of problems, but I could understand that there was no lie or falsehood in her words or actions due to the smell of sweating or something that I felt in my sense of smell.

(This is also Tenyu...)

After a short meditation, he decides on his belly and looks straight back at his thin red eyes mixed with anxiety and expectations.

"... about the engagement, let's take it again"

"Hey, I'm glad to hear it, but I can light it up."

He took Muriel, who leaned toward his chest poffed to hide his reddened face, and lifted him sideways as he stood up.

It's called a princess hug...

"Oh, hey, Archer!?

"Ha, this is the wolf! Let my instincts go!!

Momentum and flow turn to a wolf-mixed cobolt, suddenly carrying her up to bed with her hands and feet slightly bumped, sinking together into a clean, tidy sheet.

That made my night in Verheim even worse...