The Peerless Kobold (WN)

A few days after returning to the settlement after burning the "wretched tree" in the Barbera Forest, in the strong sun the sun has just passed Jomtien, there is a cobolt with a cool (not) pale body in the shade of a tree.

"Wangquagaruu ~, Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

After all, peace is best - I'm better suited to cutting trees. "

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(As long as I'm around, I won't let it slip.) "

Although she is a world tree witch listi who stabs nails in the face, she may have felled trees to create a city where she and the Elves live.

Besides, since being sheltered from the teeth of a vicious skeletal ground dragon, the sense of distance between her and Axe in earnest had shrunk.

Eggs and honey grown in the morning by chickens still in the settlement, ground (HI) standing wheat she made pancakes and was about to eat instead of lunch...

"" Cu 'a ♪ "

"Klulu ~ (Me too)"

They are swarmed by the two-and-a-half-month-old bolts who smell sweet.

Replacing a fast-growing dog man with a human age equates to around 3 years old, so he was already able to have a simple conversation, pretending to be his tail and begging him cutely.

There's no way I can go against those little bolts, and I'm going to give Axe a chisel and an even share to make it easier for him to eat his pancakes.

"" Cure ~ n ♪ "

"Gah! (more!)"

Did you care, the four-legged boy Bolt and others still step on the seated Axe's body and remind him, but all he has left is about a small shard already.

(If you give it to one of them, it will make you dependent, and I need to eat it properly, right?)

Whether it was myself who provided the honey or not, I find it rude not to get my hands on the food that has been made around the corner (because of it) and throw the sweet, fluffy last slice into my mouth.

"Cure ~ n ♪"

I don't want to say anything that the words I utter in my voice are the same as those of the jeans. It seemed more delicious than I thought, and the sound of sipping a gulp of saliva rang.

"Phew, wow, wow, wow.

(Phew, Lord Axe, how about this too) "

"Woah, cuncuruo

Well, thank you. "

In response to the invitation of Listy, who gave herself two replies, she enjoys more egg yolk (rayoo) dough with a good amount of honey wrapped around her pancake, which was broken in half and served to her mouth.

"Axe, aren't you and Listy getting along very well?

"Well, that's a good thing."

Keep your mouth shut and spin your words to Muriel via the mask of your worn readings.

Yesterday, when I delivered to the Alliance the artifacts of the adventurers who had become corpses and ghosts in the Barbera Forest, I stopped by Muriel's new gym, which had become a silver grade and banished the Lost Lamb (Stray Sheep) Pavilion for beginners, and he asked me to see Bolt.

(Well, we've gotten used to each other moving in giant wolves, so I never mind...)

Upon arrival, she was reluctantly moffed and defeated, excited by the jeans, so early avoided by the toddlers in recognition with dangerous figures.

However, it is not Muriel, the red-haired biologist who gives up (every time), so he is aiming for another opportunity while he puts a knee pillow on me.

"I wonder if I have one more chance..."

"'Stop it, you'll get complaints from your mothers later'"

"Ugh, I'd like to touch more."

"Wow!? (Ugh!?)"

Her cute, roaring hand stretches out to me, and she moffs her throat dog hair with all the quid pro quo.

(Huh, this makes me feel somewhat happy...)

I secretly detect the feeling of a cat who can stroke his throat, and keep his eyes narrowed and let him do whatever he wants because it's not offensive.

"Is that something nice?

"Gawohuaw: I won't deny it" "

If you are in a comfortable breeze exchanging words that you do not take away, and spend some time in a relaxing settlement… you will hear a wooden sword striking each other from the corner of Central Square in Russia.

Ahead of being turned to consciousness, his sister dressed as Maril, a neighboring village daughter, crossed the sword girdle with Buster, who had been humanized into a big brunette, mixed with young cobolts in training.

It seems that the people from Viel village came to show their faces while they were out, and the fox sister had stolen her figure with a transcriptional eye... From the side (was), there is an indescribable sight unfolding of a young daughter with leather armor wrapped around her bare skin standing around with a cloak of hipster.

"... I don't know what to say, if I saw him, I'd fall."

"Garrau: 'I guess'"

Maril's hipster, which moved violently, rose and became very remarkable many times, and Muriel's hand softly plugged her gaze when she was sucked in by the sad male nature.

(... I need to buy him some clothes early)

Even as I thought about that in my darkening vision, I felt a gentle drowsiness when I kept my head on her lap for a while, slowly my consciousness swayed (itching)...

Thus, when the wolf-mixed cobolts were devouring their slumber, there were two mutant species of goblins and spiders traveling through the forests of the Dorno territory at the western edge of the Republic of Finland, in more easterly lands than they knew much about.