The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Thus, I wondered what I would do if the witch's house told me that the finely obtained pork meat was also tarnished… It ended in a worrying state, and the Teriyaki meat, painted with a little finely crushed sage leaves, would fall into everyone's belly in favor.

(Well, Axe and others seem happy no matter what they're eating...)

Now, in preparation for the late-night watch, he was sleeping with his belly shown by the burning fire, and from earlier on Listy had been moffing the white hair on his chest.

"Ahh, ZZZ..."

"This alertness... you no longer seem like a cobolt"

"Ku, gao waaaa!? (Damn, you can't argue!?)"

I know it's because me and Listy are in charge of the lookout, but can we react immediately to unforeseen events in this state?

Even as he is moffed, he still feels a little anxiety about childhood taming of the pale giant body who happily takes the hypnotic sleep, and occasionally he understands Blazer's unexpected and cautionary feelings.

He gazed with a mild exhale and looked out for another childhood tame who sleeps shallow with a long black-painted sword, and perceived only a little of its personality hardship.

"He feels uncomfortable inside, I'd like to get along"

"Wovawowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowowo

(It's not like they hate you, so stick to the tunnel) "

Even if it's hard to get to a good relationship, he's a good guy who doesn't hate hard work if it's for a buddy he's admitted to.

Though the elves had never been able to forge friendship (yugi), they looked up at the thick branch of the tree on their backs and turned their consciousness to the dormant celica.

"Sometimes, Lord Archer... I hear you've recently become friends with the daughter of a human race."

"Waf, wofakluaan? (Oh, my sister told you?)"

No, Lord Warrior of the Herd.

I see, that's the guy... you'd better assume we all know what's already close.

Even though I can say that if I work hard I can go on a day trip, I may have other companions that I have accounted for because I have been traveling to the city of Warren more often these days.

Even though it wasn't something to hide forever, it lit up subtly, and when I scratched my head lightly by accident, Listy stared softly at me.

"Aside from that, I don't know what you think of Celica... but I think she has a thing for you."

"Woerqualluaw, Gagvao Gwolluawow

(I feel that, but I don't think you mean it in the middle of nowhere) "

By and large, werewolves and dogs are inscribed in their instincts, "If the number (cont.) is survival, let them through the brother-in-law." Few people have more than one opponent in the position of group leader, so serious talk makes them a little troublesome.

Depending on the situation, it would hurt Muriel less, and I caught a glimpse of the scene where I could be strangled by Lady Adelia.

(… is it a matter of clogging or preparedness)

If you accept someone under any circumstances or history, you should come with sincerity and readiness to disrespect them if you don't mean it.

I am not going to bring in any unnecessary troubles because of this, so I will switch the subject to refer to the Barbera Forest.

"Galua kuluaon, gava? Do you mind coming from this side, Witch House?"

"Yes, if you will..."

He sees the witch hall nodding with both hands with a warm herbalized wooden mag, and talks about what he overheard in the Adventurer's Guild in the city of Warren.

In the first place, a more threatening demon began to appear in the Barbera Forest more than a decade ago. In addition to the infrequency of occurrences, there are other things that can be dealt with by issuing requests to adventurers of the "silver” or higher rank, and the Ferrious Territorial Administration and the Alliance consulted to treat the hazardous areas accessible to those involved.

The rare phenomenon of powerful demons, even if it is a threat, cannot ignore the fact that they gain valuable material for the adventurers belonging to the Alliance, and now Lord Ferrias seems to have made a flexible decision.

(It could be that kind of judgment...)

Furthermore, from the beginning of spring, many traces of dangerous species are found in the woods near the village of Grau, and the Duke tells Listi that a plea may be issued.

"... there's something that doesn't really come down a little bit, wasn't it long before things started?

"Gah, Wafiwolwkulvan (no, do you have any idea)"

"You would do well, we consider this matter the work of the wise Morozov."

The sage she refers to is definitely the hero of a people who played an active part in the Battle of Forest Garden six hundred years ago, bringing a variety of elf-related knowledge to Western countries.

At the time, there is also a record of studying the young trees of the world trees relocated to the Republic of Finland, as well as species.

"As for his wise man, since Master Eliza and Sir Lead exchanged to cut off the Republic march, I have a few new findings..."

Half of them were elves themselves. Senator Lead traced the news of slave elves and others who had fled the Republic, and when he tried to find the parents of those who wanted them, it turned out that some of them had been turned into vegetarians among those seeking immortality.

"Wong, Gulfwolvaugwoolvan

"Surely the late wise man was devoured by incurable illness."

"He took the lead in experimenting and secretly banished his country."

However, if Morozov planted a large tree that had been molested in the northern Easterian forest, it would be incorrect to calculate.

"It's possible that some factors were holding back the impact, but you don't know."

Either way, early action will be needed because if erosion intensifies, the surrounding ecosystems may also be destroyed and stampeded.

(Worst case scenario, you can move the settlement somewhere.)

However, it becomes Warren, a core city that has become familiar with being damaged in position, where familiar adventurers also live... leaving it alone and something happens has a subtle bad aftertaste.

Besides, no one can handle it more accurately than a world tree witch at the moment.

"Rufaugalwooooooooooooo"

"What?

Selica descends to the ground shortly after a reaction descends from overhead to one whining word.

"Galua, Galua? This way, take turns?"

"Mm, when I wake up, the moon is in the right direction..."

Looking back at the moon floating in the night sky at the words, Listy, with some pranky look, is putting the aromatic dried herbs on Axe's nose at best.

"Huh... Kushun! Waffy!? (Huh... Khushun! What!?)"

Cobolt, a blue giant awake with a sneeze, confirms his long skinny bad friend with a conditional reflex, tilts his neck to just a thin, one-eyed look at him and looks left and right still feeling sleepy.

"Wow, wow, wow."

As I watched the Witch Hall of the World Tree smile furiously, I ended my watch role and went to sleep for a while.