The Peerless Kobold (WN)

Eventually, when the morning sun began to shine on the plains leading to King's Landing, the Werewolf Dog Man with his black arms moved and woke up with the feeling of being moped around his neck by the lady in charge.

"Good morning, you slept pretty inside. I mean, it's time to go back to being a person, and I feel like I'm smelling a lot (first) of driftstone."

"Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

(Hmm, did you solve the pseudo-state without knowing?) "

Aisha naturally couldn't understand the language of the dog race when she looked at the hairy right hand in the darkness and murmured.

With a thin quilted cloth hanging up to her chest, she mimics her naked, puzzling wheat skin and peeks slightly from above. The sleepy Werewolf Buster also wakes up a muscular upper body.

After continuing to shake his head slightly left and right, he endured the unfamiliar skeletal deformation and the discomfort of finely adjusting the visceral position, and turned to a characteristic big man with black hair.

Hmm, it's interesting to take a closer look.

"It's not a sight to see, and I can't like it because of the sensory problems."

Even with his eyebrows slightly frowned, “after wearing the skin of a person", the martial artist leaves the bed, exposes himself to a sparingly forged giant body, walks to the side of a bucket placed in a large tent (soba), and grabs a hand wipe (tenugu) hanging on the edge of the unspoiled abyss.

He soaked it in water, squeezed it hard, and threw it at Aisha, who was staring at himself.

"Fufu, I'm glad you're feeling a little uncomfortable."

"... I'm sorry, I'll give it to you next time"

I glanced at her, scratched her head with a slightly bad expression, and picked up another hand wipe nearby.

After they had a lovely chat and dressed each other, they lowered their hips on the laid wool.

However, when confronted again, subtle silence came down, and the black-haired elderly man, who was somewhat uncomfortable, cut out the story with a rustic attitude.

"I can't abandon the woods and the herds I was born in. Is there anything I can do?

"Nh, it doesn't matter if you come to see me occasionally. Ning, I frequently come to the realm of Riastese and plan to stay for the medium to long term."

In response to a question spinned with a serious look, Aisha, one of Hardy's daughters, smiled as if the flowers were broken.

Her mother is the cousin of King Alexis with the woods in the territory, and her uncle is Bernold Reidingen, the Duke of Felius, who already possessed a section of the covolt settlements.

As a matter of fact, if you force King Alexis to take a shaped throne and let him set up a small villa in his uncle's or silver werewolf's territory, you may be able to get through.

"Well, if Aisha is fine with that...."

"Yes, thank you. And there's a gap!"

"Hmm!?

As the old commander tried to hug her in agile movements, the elderly man, whose inherent ability of “intuitive evasion” was activated for the Werewolf Man with a black body, reflexively shook his left palm and fell down to the side.

"Wow, why are you avoiding me?"

"No, don't follow me...."

I can't believe that with the sharpening of senses, I could not even imagine the future that would be actively swayed by her, and the resentment clouded my voice.

If you turn your right arm to Aisha's stomach halfway there, and try to adjust your posture, you can be hugged from the side, but it is not appropriate to expose the public to long stays and return from the big tent in the morning.

As a result, he stood up with a soft feeling and quickly put on light armor that had been rolled a little further away. A military coat of supplies was gently hung on his shoulder.

See you at breakfast, Buster.

"Oh, okay."

A slightly nodded elder man turned his heel back, dived through the entrance to the large tent where the morning sun leaked in from the gap of the hanging cloth, and proceeded to Negura, which he borrowed with the children.

There were several tents set up in the killing scenery camp, but since it was bulky, there were not enough to accommodate all the leaders, and the rashes were resting in a properly maintained place, such as a military jacket or a thin quilt fabric.

(It's summer now...)

If this is winter, you need to put in double your clothes and use a blanket.

Furthermore, it does not exist on the side of the Armée kingdom after secession and independence... but if you stay in the wilderness because of the severe temperature difference in the desert area spread to the central eastern part of the Republic of Zagart, it is a definite matter to snap your teeth and wait for sunrise at dawn, regardless of the season.

Yu (more), the polar-specific sand covolt unarmed black giant werewolf dog had no reason to know about it, and when he returned to the tent thinking it was going to be a hot day, Maril (fake), who was looking a little sleepy in the morning, said a word.

"Gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"Hey, General...."

"Never mind, it's like a passage ritual."

By a fox sister in a hurry, she strays her gaze from a bad friend who turned a blind eye to my brother (...), and hangs her favorite curved sword from the sword band (sword holder).

Although there was a large dog grinding his nails in a mood at the edge of his sight, he was in Yamato's words, "Without touching God."

(Speaking of which, I've heard that the fish that escaped is huge)

Even if Lancer had dared to continue his child-friendly relationship after understanding the other party's preferences, there would be complicated thoughts.

It was concluded that it would not be stingy to consult if it was likely to be stubborn, and while spending time incessantly... the army led by General Dowd, General Commander, went to the outskirts of King Edil.

Naturally, tens of thousands of generals did not fall into the festive downtown area, and each leader set up a camp outside the barn or grazing area outside the wall, just as they did at the time of the rally.

In addition, even if Wiad wanted to get his handwriting to King Alexis early on, he would enter into a busy day without being held by his kindness and allowed to attend a royal dinner party as an ambassador of a friendly country, or abducted by Dioub and entertained in a werewolf hideout.

After all of this, we came home after a roundabout, except for one of us, who was still drunk on the boat.