The Peerless Kobold (WN)

About half a month after the slightly related threesome stood around the serpent opponent in a strange part of the Cobolts who lived in the Easteria Forest...

A silver-haired werewolf dog man was staying in Muriel's room, where he was banished from his novice inn, the Lost Lamb (Stray Sheep) Pavilion, also becoming a silver-grade adventurer for his dedication in last year's Valiant crusade.

"Ah, the sun is staining my eyes."

A redhead girl hides her naked chest with a thin blanket and wakes her torso.

Apparently, I was concerned about the back hair that jumped, and while I gently fixed it with my hands, I felt comfortable looking next to the narrow bed and closing the lid (eyelids).

That's good...... as usual, there were still a few silver hairs scattered around me today that glowed in the sunlight because at first even wearing people's skins would return to werewolve dogs along the way.

"You shouldn't spoil me that I need to clean again, you should let me do it myself. Hmm, and why does it go back to normal, because when you get excited, you can't suppress your wild instincts?

Muriel, who was no longer in a habit of touching her soft throat hair neatly while allowing her eyes as a biologist to dwell in her sleeping eyes, accidentally jumps into her ear with the sound of a cathedral church bell (kagi) announcing a half-minute before noon.

"Um, wait a minute, this is already the time!? Archer, wake up!

Realizing the fact that she had overslept more than she thought, she woke up in a hurry shaking the body of a werewolf dog sleeping slightly.

"... Waon, Guovan (... Morning, Muriel)"

"Sorry, I only understand Kobo somehow."

That being so, she reaches out to a wide (flickering) window frame, wears a pure misrillic mask engraved with the magic of the pronouncements she had placed, and again tries to finish her morning greeting... and gets screwed by her impatience.

"It's lunch, I'm gonna keep Ernesta waiting!

"Wow, wow, wow an 'oh, you did'"

A few days ago, Haku, the white pigeon of the devil, who was adored by Ernesta, flew in, and the parchment that was tied to his limb, said he had a lunch invitation written on it.

Recently, I heard last night that I had been alienated from busy witches in a political dispute involving new denominations in Vilm territory, and sent a letter of acknowledgement in two replies.

"V, guruwoo gurua?" So, you think I need to go, too?

"Yeah, if Archer's in the city, he wants me to make sure he stays..."

I only have a bad feeling at that point, but if I see Muriel who seems happy because I can see him with my best friend in a while, I can't even say no without saying no.

(Is that part of the calculation...)

If it's Ernesta's personality, then what a sigh of breath it is, while concentrating his consciousness on going out and simulating to people.

Meanwhile, Muriel reached into the wooden barrel at his feet as he sat by his bedside and grabbed the demonic stone with the elements (elements) of water rolling inside.

"Water constantly in the ancient river, gushing and bringing grace...... makeup water"

Water overflows from the pale phosphorescent demonic stone, and instantly the wooden barrel is filled to dampen the hand wipe (stuffed) of the additional wool (tendon already) hung on the edge (dust).

After she finished wiping her body with a highly absorbent hand wipe (stuffed), I was handed one too, so I cleaned myself up.

After taking some time to complete the necessary support, and leaving her new "garden pavilion on a leaky day”, we head to the designated store.

"With that said, do you know where it is?

"Well, maybe Archer knows too, right? A stylish restaurant with the famous pale triangular roof in the Central District"

Indeed, I remember it was a store name named Winklum, which denoted "bonding" in an old language. Government officials (kanri) and merchants, mainly wealthy people, use it.

"... there, or the Storm Witch (Ernesta) is wealthy."

"Assuming you're the next court magician, you're the Chancellor's Lady."

In addition, when I lead a commanding cavalry squadron under my command, I feel sorry for him for a moment because it seems like a stressful environment.

Isn't it good for your personality?

From her father-in-law, Graeo Elballad, who thinks he's prime minister, as far as the book Rigid Crushing, I don't even feel wrong about the candidates.

Since Alexius, the king, is a serene personage, is the root working well with the sage of fleshy steel, even if it is repaired?

Though untouched, he walks down the boulevard of the core city of Warren to the central square where the fountain is located and takes his feet under the pale roof that he saw a little further.

"I've never been in here before, so I'm a little nervous."

"It's not like they're gonna take it and eat it, let's just go in."

Gently squeeze your pocket wallet and make sure that Muriel is packed with gold and silver coins to an okay extent, even if he doesn't have enough equity.

It utilized the appearance of a giant wolf on all four limbs, and earned the reward of the Alliance for making one delivery request after another at an unsuspecting rate… I gained the trust of two strange names and merchants, "Wind Thunder Notification".

Separating it from anything bad, if you look up at the sprinkled building and go into the store with the whimsical redhead magician, there will be a space full of natural light with creative lighting on some of the roofs and walls.

"Whew..."

Muriel heard zero admiration, and his clean (spineless) daughter walked over in a quiet foothold, holding her hands in front of her.