The Villainess is Changing Her Role to a BroCon

Single-eyed bear meat turned out to be a good souvenir.

The forest folks say they will provide some tents for a row of accommodation in Ekaterina, and they ask you to relax. A few families of the forest people would have lived there originally, but they turned themselves over to the other tents and dawned on me, so I thought it was meat and other whispers to say thank you for all the inconvenience, but Aurora was very pleased. They say the people of the woods prefer bear meat.

"When you eat, your body warms up and you become more resistant to disease. Put it in the soup so the lady can eat it too"

"Thank you. I know. Thank you for your kind invitation."

Ekaterina smiled and the knights also offered their thanks in a courtesy.

I tried to tell him I'd help him prepare a meal, but Aurora just laughs. I guess it's normal not to think the Duke's warrant can cook for you. The forest people seldom accept guests, but once they do, it is their fluent to entertain their skeletons at all costs, and Ekaterina decided not to say any more and let them enjoy their stay.

Let them take a stroll around their place of residence while also relaxing their stiff bodies on their carriage journey. In addition to my maid Mina, Forlì and Oleg followed me. And the Reginas. And the hounds.

The forest folks, who usually seem exclusive, never speak to Ekaterina. But because Forlì would stay with me, there were those who would smile and meet, and Ekaterina returned smiles and meetings to them. Everyone has a lot of long, tight, skinny bodies. Even men have long stretched hair, which suits them, with a slightly neutral face. It reminded me of an elf that was a fantasy and classic in my previous life, called a lifestyle living in the woods.

At this hour, the women of the forest people are busy preparing their meals. If you think so, some households seem to have men cooking meals. Is it to be in symbiotic relationship with the Great King Bee led by the Queen, they say they care less about gender and determine their role due to personal disorientation.

Um, unexpectedly progressive. Let's not need a law on equal employment opportunities for men and women. That's not necessary for this community in the first place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a brightly colored meal."

The design of the garment you're wearing feels old-fashioned. In my previous life, it was like a character in a comic strip depicting a Celtic nation was wearing these clothes. Fine and stunning embroidery is loosened there and its colour is bright.

Since coming to Yurnova territory, this colour is unique and lovely, although I have often admired the beauty of the embroidery.

I saw an embroidery of cute flowers and remembered Fuji Flora.

Oh, I mean, it looks good on Flora. I wonder how you are. And the prince.

... Brother, I think you miss me. It hasn't been a day since you dropped me off this morning, but I'm not usually lonely or anything, because, brother, it's Cisco.

I miss you! Because I'm a Bracon!

"On a feminine note. Forest people have excellent knowledge of grass dyeing. That tent will not fade, even if exposed to rainstorms. I have always wanted to learn and spread it to the Imperial Capital as a product, but it is illegal, such as about clothing."

"If that's the case, I'd love to help."

Ha! and back to me, recalling the experience of helping spread the blue above, Ekaterina says.

In the corner of the settlement, there was a small field and a crop was planted. Even if it doesn't settle, travel is seasonal, so I guess a summer vegetable that grows fast can be harvested. Are some outpatient crops, such as tomatoes, brought in by Forlì?

So.

... I knew it. Is there, or is there?

We are trying......

"The vegetables here are more wild than they were planted in the countryside earlier."

"... you're making a lot of moves"

The stock at the end is rocking back, forth, left, and right. Looks like it's coming out.

If you think so.

Ah.

Yo, here.

Oops.

... feels like two strands of roots fell off the ground...

What the hell......

"Oh, I can't seem to get it right. I'm getting dizzy."

The vegetables out of the ground, though raised with two strands of roots (…), are fluttering.

Oh, here we go.

"As such, what has started to move out of the ground as a toddler is what it looks like without becoming an adult, so we call it inappropriate. Don't worry, even if you walk around there, you won't be an adult."

... I'm not sure what to feel safe about.

And, from somewhere, another walking pickle appeared. This one works well with totetote and two strand roots, never fast but accustomed footsteps.... Is it okay to take a step? Roots, though.

That stretched the leaves out onto the spilled vegetables. Sprinkled vegetables also tease their own leaves on the leaves and have them wake up......

... beautiful compatriot love...?

You're handsome what you're doing, pickled vegetables from later on... Handsome vegetables...... I don't have a face...

but then suddenly, a black shadow popped out of the woods. Is it anagma, a beast about a small dog, handsome (?) I'll bite you in the vegetables.

Pi! And I heard a squeal. With the vegetables in place, Anagma rushes back to the woods at first sight -.

That's when Bjoao! and something hung up the sky.

"Lady!"

Mina draws Ekaterina to shelter behind her, and Oleg the Knight moves forward as she pulls out her sword. The hounds are also making threatening growls, but Ekaterina has no idea what happened.

However, the anagma seemed to have swept away, and the vegetables that had been wrapped had fallen to the ground, rolling in corn.

"Mina, Oleg, don't worry. And the hounds. That doesn't attack humans unless this one gets his hands on it. - Dear Ekaterina, an adult has appeared."

"That's..."

Looking at the tip Forlì points to, Ekaterina looks out. In the evening - speaking of which, in previous life, the demon said an hour - in the muddy light of, in the woods outside the place of residence, we could only see half of it, but it looked nothing like the vegetables in the field.

First of all, it's big. Is it two meters long? The part that should have been the root of the turnip is thick, covered in a skin that is gobbly like bark and also has a hug of adults, making it only visible as a torso. The part of the foot that split into two strands was perfectly stable, like an elephant's foot, and the part where the neck or leaves were growing seemed to have turned the leaves into sword-like lizards.

And mixed with sword-like togues, whipped, spreading stems (?) are a few, long stretched and swayed loosely. One of them was hanging around an earlier anagma.

"Adults will protect their young bodies and feed on what they have attacked. I have a bag of digestive fluid in my body that I can digest."

Oh...... like a previous life utubokazura......

"Adults were in friendship with the Great King Bee and would not attack the forest people. Individuals in the vicinity of their place of residence may also remember that they were once taken care of because what they planted in the fields was an adult in return for their ancestors.

Slowly, adults blossom huge flowers. The Great King Bee does not usually collect honey on its own, it is only found in collecting it using the bees under distribution, but the Great King Bee will collect honey on its own for all the giant flowers of the adult. To grow queen bees, to make special king honey. And adults pollinate and bear fruit thanks to the Great King Bee. Therefore, the adult is near the territory of the Great Bee. "

King's honey is royal jelly, isn't it? … Is the sweetness of the vegetables meant to attract the Great King bee when it blossoms? If it's not the size of the Great King bee, I guess the pickles can't be pollinated.

The adult, shaking his nostalgia and great body, disappears into the back of the forest.

The pickled vegetables nearly exposed to anagma are safe (?) I woke up fluttered and was supported by another piece of vegetables.

Yeah, I know exactly what it means to feel safe because you won't be an adult.

And when the demon was in the woods of engraving, he felt something glowing, and Ekaterina glanced.

"The horse..."

"Horse?"

Oleg, with his sword back in his sheath, looked back with a ragged face. The horses of the knights, and the horses that tow the carriages, and all eight of them together, are connected in the middle of their dwellings, and they eat the grass that the knights and the people of the woods have mowed.

"I thought there was a big, black horse. The tenderness glowed silver... and Mina didn't notice?

"I didn't see it."

With no expression, Mina seems puzzled.

Forlì got a tough look.

"Lady, have you seen The Maiden of Death?"