Wolf Barrel 5.56

Military state Cannibal. Its king's capital.

In the middle of a modernized city, a royal castle is built that is like a mountain.

A giant spear-like castle fortress that breaks through its sky can be seen even from far away, and is the subject of fear in the surrounding countries. If I make a disturbing move, I'll break through your chest with this tip, okay? There was a silent intimidation that So much so that there is the word "castle is watching" to silence the crying child.

In such a vicious castle room.

(What's all the fuss?)

I was doing a final check on the paperwork and noticed the noise was getting louder out the window.

Anyway, it would be trouble with the military exercises or something.

Immediately losing interest, I went back to the paperwork again.

Black dragons emerged in the southern mountains. We will carefully make sure that there are no deficiencies in the budget for that crusade formation, staffing, marching schedule, etc.

Why didn't I let you do this?

Hurray, sigh so much that the paperwork is about to blow.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

The governor, everything, flipped the trouble and threw it all at the brothers. Because I didn't like to keep seeing these little letters like ants crawling on the ground.

But here I am, sitting at my desk doing some fucking boring fucking work.

I don't know why.

Twenty-five this year.

I say my body is full of energy, but I have no place to dissipate it.

Lately, tempered people never sell fights at all. There's a certain amount of crap in the elves, but besides, there's no way I'm going to 'play'.

I feel somewhat nostalgic for a few years ago.

Wouldn't there be another war?

I think it would be like graduating if the people asked. But I'm sorry, but I mean it.

I'm a soldier.

I haven't brushed this arm to get ink off my paperwork.

Even Black Dragon would have a piece if it had been for me and my men. I don't need to bother moving my army.

Yet when I move, the bureaucrats say "exaggerate force" or "cause excessive tension in the surrounding countries". Shut the fuck up, Butch. If you get mad I'm gonna kill you, that'll be the problem again.

Oh, that's so rambunctious, you dickhead.

Try to tuck the back of the chair and stretch out your spine, roaring your cockroach and neck.

There's an elderly clerk standing next to him, but seeing my royal and other crude attitudes, he hasn't said anything. Naturally. Life is important.

If this were that little friend of mine, they would have preached along with the clerks.

"Hehe."

A slight grin in my mouth.

That sturdy must still be fucking serious today.

and then.

No, no, no.

The door opened without a knock. With that lack of courtesy, there is only one person in my room who has the guts to go into my room, albeit cannibal spacious.

When I returned to my posture, I welcomed the little visitor with a smile.

"Welcome, Master Pitica"

"Huh."

Master Pictica did not hesitate to get on my lap with Posung as he crossed the room with Tettettette at a young foot. That's where it's situated.

A clerk who held back beside him looked like he saw something horrible, but ignores it.

Master Pitica turns his neck around on his knees and turns to his round eyes.

And I uttered the usual euphemism.

"Grandma, I'm picky. Come on, come on."

"Yes, sir."

While I put up with my smile a little, I took a few gold coins out of the President's desk drawer and put them on the little hand I was offering them.

This is Master Pitica's play.

By nature, Master Pitica doesn't need money or anything. Seeing the interaction between an old woman and her grandson that I happen to see in town, it's like they liked it while I was imitating it.

It's a little complicated to be called baba at this young age, but I don't want to hinder Pitica's enjoyment, so I'm going to put up with it.

"Grandma, I brought you a souvenir. In the garden."

"Do you want a souvenir in the garden?

A silver knob beneath his chin nods.

I glanced at the clerk and asked him to confirm.

And the moment I checked out the window, I said, "Hino!" The clerk raised his caught voice.

I chip my tongue at the indifference.

"What?"

"Ko, it's Ko Kuro Ryu. Black Dragon's neck and torso, in the center of the exercise."

"Uh?" The mess.

Turn your gaze out the window as you bend your eyebrows in surprise.

Then there, indeed, the neck of a black dragon, more than three meters high, and the torso, as much as the dormitory, were rolling unwrought. If you look at the condition of the body, you'll see immediately. Black Dragon must have been unilaterally attacked and deathbed without even being given time to resist.

It's like a child trampling a bug.

It was definitely Master Pitica who did it. This little champion comes this easy. Was this what a souvenir meant......

Even though I know, Master Pitica's help is still tremendous.

amazed, and often losing words,

"A souvenir, don't you want to come? Aren't you happy?"

In an anxious voice, I hurried back to smile.

"No, I really liked it. Thank you, Master Pitica."

"Huh."

Master Pitica turns his back again. The expression is the only thing that doesn't answer, but the fact that I'm patting my legs that can't reach the floor shows that I'm happy.

"But how could you suddenly have a souvenir?

"Grandma, Pitica, take the souvenir, delight, Singo told me!

My ears didn't miss hearing that there was a little emotion in the singo and mouthed pitika-like voice.

"Who the hell is that singo?

"Chicuzine"

The air in the room froze in an instant.

Immediately returning, I sent a sharp gaze to the clerk.

"Leave the room."

"Eh."

Multiple times more fears on his face than he was surprised to see a black dragon earlier, and he tries to leave the room early enough.

"Wait."

I stopped that back. I'm sorry, but I need a push.

"... I know, but if you divulge what you see and hear on this occasion, even slightly, I will relentlessly kill all of your clan royalty. Remember that your mouth will cause great evil. All right?"

"Yes, sir"

"If you get it, go. Keep paying."

"I don't know..."

With a blue-white face like he was choking, the clerk left the room behind.

Of course I'm not going to kill you. But I will if I have to. That's the story. I was just waiting for the paperwork to be done, but I felt a little sorry for you for getting involved in the trouble. Well, that's work, too. Give it up.

I sighed after checking with my skin that the door closed and the whole room was coated with a special field.

"Dear Pitica, such an inadvertent statement, no matter how much Pitica-"

As I was mouthing the novel, I swallowed the words there and glanced in amazement.

"What are you doing, Master Pitica!?

"Mm-hmm."

From what I can see, Master Pitica was folding important documents into four pieces.

I said it took me an hour to write!

Oh, no more, I'm rewriting.

I had to see with dry eyes the paperwork that was turning into tequila and rubbish at Master Pitica's hands. Well, Black Dragon's already dead, so I don't need the crusade papers.

But this flirtation is just not good.

I decided to pamper myself and stroke my head like that cotton wool until I felt comfortable. Like shampooing with both hands, I shudder.

Was it itchy or did Master Pitica's back get all dull?

"So, what was the ticuzine called the singo?

"Gentle. Beautiful. Pure. And"

"And?"

"Pitica, we're friends"

Flirting back eyes seeped with joy and pride.

I keep my word as I learn a little bit of jealousy about that.

"Okay. So are you sure you want to protect it here?

"No!"

It was a strong voice of rejection, unusual for Master Pitica.

"Singo, grow up alone. I don't need help. Think alone, grow up alone. That's nice. That's beautiful. Don't interrupt, not at all."

Surprised.

I don't know who Singo is, but I can't believe he's making that pitika so obsessive.

I wonder how great it is?

I did not put a slightly budding curiosity on my face, and I told Master Pitica.

"Got it. Cannibal countries will not have contact with Singo. It also eliminates excessive contact from third countries. Are you sure about this?"

"Huh."

Happy with my response, Master Pitica immersed herself once again in the task of folding the paper.

After a while.

"Broom, I'll give you"

When Master Pitica said so, he offered his hand.

In the palm of its hand, there's something on it.

Eyes gazed and observed, it was an elaborate bird crop.

Did you just make this on that piece of paper?

I am amazed at its sophistication. Seeing my reaction like that, Master Pitica's tail rocked small.

"Dear Pitica, what is this?

"Origami"

Petal lips, nibbling.

A necklace in the shape of a fang lowered around its neck played a beautiful sound with chararity.

Continued.