The Peerless Kobold (WN)

It should be noted that at the same time a hard-working ex-mercenary general was troubled with his head… As if to flirt with the soldiers of a republic who began to get upset due to the burning of munitions accumulated in the square (every), a bunch of muscular werewolf dogs were walking around the city scratching (or sneaking) a disturbed security net.

If this place (here) is not the capital of the expedition, Constantia, but the capital of Riastise, which occupies a forest inhabited by distinctive Kobolts, many may have associated the "Holy Beast of Selkram” with one figure that shines silver hair in the moonlight.

There are many followers of the Holy Beast who last year devastated the Seven Disasters “Black Rain" Alvesta, a white-sided Phantom who inflicted haemorrhagic disease on up to 10,000 people and eventually caused more than 3,000 deaths.

If the hair loss left on the scene at the time was recovered by the Priest Cardinal and sanctified, and realizing the fact that it is kept tightly in the Cathedral, the free-tempered (as it were) silver wolf dog would look very unpleasant.

When the stranger of Yamato's words should say Buddha, or even arrived in an alley close to his destination, the person was enjoying a pleasant night breeze while watching a majestic large building with his childhood friend.

(I've been concerned since I saw it in the distance, but the exterior is almost complete.)

Heard by the Hardy family's maid (Aisha) that the chatter is under construction, the cathedral has already boasted of its beauty, with several spires and large roofs presenting (revealing) the height of architectural skill.

"Wogawookuan? Is that what you're looking for?"

"... WAR (... yes)"

Due to the delay in reacting to the buster who has spoken in a whisper, I now realize that there is resistance to the (...) breaking (...) activity (...) activity (...) of the intended police (...) against the Lunar Divine extremists.

(Even though I can't say pious, I was a moon god without difficulty in my previous life, it's just...)

At the end of the country, after inviting foreign interests in the country, it is unforgivable to incite (ah) a people who were starving (aikin) and causing civil unrest in exchange for the expansion of their power.

If I made an excuse in my heart that “killed and killed" would always be mercenary operations, and that acts leading to the end of the war should accompany the will of the Moon God, I would be laughed at unintentionally.

"Gah, wahwah wah wah wah wah on."

"Gouau, voagarvooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

Even though he is envious of a human werewolf dog with an intelligent black arm, he steps on it and then falls into a wooden tree planted on the outer edge.

There was only a slow night on the boulder, no carpenters coming in or out, only a few signs of militias because they thought they belonged to the Jihad Brigade, and there seemed to be no detective magic users they were afraid of.

For the most part, I guess it focuses on protecting the current home base of extremists.

Worst of all, I was ready to fight a battle even when my existence was exposed, but I just exhaled without, and some distracted conversation gets me to Chemo ears on the wind.

"Hey, the square's on fire, but can we stay here?

"That's out of the jurisdiction of the militia, and if you leave your position, you'll be solemnly cleared by the Kvar Master."

"Ahhh, I've been hitting hard on eight lately"

"Don't sneak up on the proxy of the Untouched Moon God..."

As can be seen from the leaked words, the reputation of the extremist forces of the Moon Shinto religion, the leaders who embroiled them, was not praised for their disputed (mauled) voice in the separatist independence caused by civil unrest.

At one time, he has heard of the pursuit of pagan killings carried out by Gazaris in the fortified cities of the ruling kingdom of Almedia, as well as the forced taking of young women from the West, settlers, into their home countries as spoils of war.

Exotic female slaves with slightly pigmented skin are difficult to obtain and their moderation as a military organization should be preserved when it comes to high added value… Internal criticism is defamed as treachery that gives (creases) to pagans, and there is no chance that someone's neck will fly physically.

(It's harmless and unprofitable, and I want the moderates of Moon God to do their best)

After expecting the division to lose its legs due to a failure that had overshadowed its predominance at the beginning of the war, he exited the two chattering militiamen and hid in the shadows just below the spire that accompanied (fumbled) the Great Chapel.

Looking up again from nearby, the facility being built to serve as a new base at the initiative of the extremists is authoritatively conscious and does not wipe out (plush) the impression that it is only slightly more gorgeous.

In an indescribable mood, he attaches his right palm to the wall, interfering with the stone of the spire with the application of earth-magic to significantly degrade some strength with caution and time.

"...... luo on, guruao, woo on

(… it's like this, Buster, it's time) "

"Wolwaaaaaaa, Galwaaa on?

(I don't care what they say, what should I do?) "

I asked a wolf-dog man with dark hair to remove the giant body and continue to shake the spire part with "impact manipulation" of the inherent ability, and a number of crushing noises rang in the chain.

"Gua, gaoooooooooooooooooooo (hey, I guess it's ok)"

"Waf, Walaawwwwwww."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!? (Then I don't mind... whoa!?)"

While we were having a short conversation, the threshold was exceeded, and suddenly the spire leaned to the other side of our diagonal path and collapsed on the roof of the cathedral.

With so much dust dangling with the roar, I could hear the cheers of busters laughing at the magnificent sights and the screams of the militias stunned by the situation.