Woof Woof Story ~I Said I Wanted To Be A Rich Person’s Dog, Not A Fenrir!~

I was twitching.

In front of the lady's room, she was twitching.

"Dr. Hecarte"

"What? Mary."

"Sounds ticklish"

"Oh, are you ticklish? So, what do you think of this place?

"Ha-ha-ha! Teacher messing around!

From the inside of the door, I hear a conversation between Lady Mary and the witch Hecarte.

Hey, what? What the hell are you doing in there?

Your delusions will swell. Don't.

By the way, your dad is twitching next to me as well.

No, maybe, not like me. Sort of.

"Examination's over, you can come in."

I can hear that word. No, your dad opened the door quickly and went inside.

The turns and steps are too fast and the floor will squeal softly.

I peek into the room after your dad, too.

In the room, sitting in a chair facing each other, there was Hecarte and Lady Mary.

The maid of honor is fixing the lady's clothes.

"Duh, what do you say! Dr. Hecarte! My daughter! My daughter's sick!

Calm down, Gandolph.

As a gesture, Daddy asks Hecarte a question.

There's quite a few things to come that the big daddy is being dealt with to be flabbergasted...

"Wahoo?! (Huh? I mean, sick? Ma'am, what's wrong?!

Hecarte answers questions as he shapes his dad's hair in an interesting way.

"The symptoms are the same as usual. Probably a fever in less than a week, and that goes on for about a month."

"Oh, really..."

Your dad sinks and drops his shoulder.

Oh, lady, you're going to sleep for a month!?

Isn't that so hard?!

"Take this medicine three times a day after a meal with just the scale."

Pass the maid a bottle of liquid that shines in water from the bag that Hecarte was bringing with him.

"I come here every day to see how things go, and then if you sleep slowly, you'll heal. Wow"

"Yes, sir, I will."

To Hecarte's words, the maid finally received the medicine and backed off.

Looking at the response of the people at the mansion, I can see very well that Hecarte is respected.

Even the greatest dad, he's shapeless.

Weren't you just a foodie banzai witch?

He's also called a teacher, and he even seems capable of being a doctor.

"Dr. Hecarte. I shouldn't say this, but I'm looking forward to seeing Dr. Hector every day this time of year."

"Oh, that's an honor. Wow."

Targeted at depressed dads, the lady looks like a lot of fun.

"Then I'll introduce you, Doctor. This is my new family, Louta."

Oh, he finally noticed.

I rush over to the lady on a small run and serve her well.

"I already know that. You're my friend, Roota."

"Uh, did you know? I was going to surprise you. Louta is a cheater to be your friend before you introduce her."

"Wahoo?! (What!? Misunderstood, my lady! Wai is always a lady!!

"Mon."

The lady swells her cheeks and turns that way.

"Ki-yu, ki-yu! (Wow! Believe me! Here! Louta, I love you about the lady!

He looks at me in a hurry and snuggles up at the lady, and Hecarte laughs mischievously.

"Hey. Louta-kun loves Mary."

"Pfft. I love Louta, too. Sorry I made fun of you."

The lady is going to hug me.

Shiyawasa. Soft. It smells so good.

Pleasure makes my head feel awkward.

Damn, I'm in a hurry.

She's really good at teasing.

This Louta is making a vow to be the pet of a lady for life.

At the same time, although I have made an oath to live a life that is of no use and just corrupt.

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"Around a week till you get sick...... I'm glad you made it."

The old man was relieved to hear the report from the maid.

This is a cold place in the basement of the mansion.

Despite the early summer, there is cold air.

I don't know how it works.

Something about using magical tools to cool it down.

It's called the fire in the cooking area the old man uses, and the magic itself seems pretty pervasive in his life.

I've never been properly away from this mansion since I was born, so I don't know.

It was the first time I had ever seen Hecarte actually use magical magic.

"Yikes. Is this finally over?"

An old man hung his last chunk of meat in the cold.

Meat chunks rolled in a clean, boiled, disinfected cloth and loaded with distilled liquor from it will age over time.

"This meat is definitely a superb delicacy, but it's not suitable for sick eating. I need to think about a good, sophisticated menu for digestion now."

That's right, old man, I'm already starting to assemble the recipe in my head.

"Bumps... potatoes and potatoes in potage... to improve your throat slip... bumps..."

"Wow (old man, it's good to think about the menu, but if you don't look forward and walk, you're gonna crash it)"

Advice, leave the cold room with the old man kicked in the stairs and head out to the ground.

I'm by the old man, as a matter of course, but I wasn't particularly helping the old man.

I just wanted to cool off.

The old man goes back to the kitchen, and I look up at the sky in the shade of a tree.

But you didn't know your daughter was sick.

It was strange that a mansion was built in such a despicable place, but it is convincing to think that it is for the sick care of the lady.

Once a year, it's a strange disease to be heralded when you get sick.

Hay fever or something.

I don't know.

The current lady is well.

You were playing in the yard with me just now.

However, once you have a fever, it will continue for a month, so study and study are off during that time.

You usually go around for what you've accumulated because of that.

Oh, my God.

Come on, lady.

Studying is important.

I'm absolutely sorry I'm studying again.

We're going to continue to indulge in our futile lives.

"Nyan (alas, I was here. I looked for it)"

Napping in the shade as it was, I heard a cat squeal right around the corner.

When I opened one eye and looked up, there was a red cat with a basket turned.

"Wow (that, Hecarte? Weren't you having tea with your dad?

"Nyan (I do, don't I?

"Wow (huh? 'Cause you're here.)"

What do you mean?

Tonch, is that a problem?

"Nyan (see, in the meantime, you promised. He said he'd bring sweets)"

"Wow (uh, yeah, if you say so)"

Have you kept your promise to discipline and brought it to me?

That's a good one, Hector.

Is that the contents of that basket?

"Nyan (wait a minute. I'm gonna get ready now. Wow)"

When Hecarte grated the basket and rang, the bathroom that was wrapping the contents climbed up on its own and laid it before me.

The plates move out alone, jumping over the bathroom and lining up.

The more well soaked tea is poured into the cup, and the meal proceeds on its own.

"Wow."

I'm sorry I called myself a witch or something.

It's like life is in the dishes.

"Nah. (It's too early to be surprised)"

The next thing I saw out of the basket was a big round pie.

Covered with meshed fabric, its surface is baked into stunning tight colours.

The appearance also conveyed a crisp texture and the aroma of butter tickled my nose.

Even though I had a ton of rice before noon, I was already bellybuzzing.

"Nyan (still from here)"

A knife dancing through the universe cuts pie apart.

Once, there was zero bright red fruit from inside.

"Wow."

Raspberries are smaller than raspberries and have a tougher acidity than sweetness.

I didn't know you were going to attack me with pie against my old man's quiche. I'll do this one.

"Nyan (hehe, this is the finish)"

The last thing that came out was a glass bottle and an egg.

There is white liquid in the bottle.

Break the eggs and put them inside.

When I wonder what I'm doing, the eggs and the liquid start spinning and mixing.

At the same time, the glass bottle freezes from the bottom.

"Wow (what is this!? What is this!?

"Nyan (frozen raw cream)"

That's ice cream, no, soft cream!

A sliced raspberry pie is served with a fluffy cream.

Yabe! It looks super good!

"Nyan (come on, please)"

"Wow! (Uh-huh! Here you go!

Hit the pie, along with the feeling of zaku.

The pie dough is no less than the old man's quiche, transforming the intense acidity of raspberries into a refreshing sweetness with intense soft cream.

Is freshly made ice cream such a delicacy?

The flavor of the cream spreads throughout the tongue as soon as it is in the mouth, due to the strong stirring.

The crispness of the pie. The acidity of raspberries. Ice cream sweetness.

The delicacy of the Trinity strikes me at once.

What a shock. I've never eaten such a good treat in my previous life.

"Nyan (how's that? It must have been a little something, right?

"Wow! (That's it! Awesome, Hecarte! Fucking hell! Thanks!)"

"Nyan (hehe, you're welcome. So happy for you, and so am I. Wow)"

"Wow! (Hey, let's eat together! Oh, yeah. I'd love to feed this to the ladies too)"

The lady loves sweets, too.

This is a waste of my time alone.

"Nyah (don't worry. I've got everyone's share. Wow. I just brought it because I wanted Louta-kun to eat it one step ahead of me. Ah)"

Wow, he'll be happy to say something.

Besides, I didn't know we had enough for everyone.

Hecarte was a woman who could, not a demonic, horny - not a witch who was just a cannibal.

"Nyah (so I didn't split the pie for this kid)"

"Hmm? (This kid?

Who is this girl?

All I have before me is a Hecarte looking like a red cat.

"Nyah (heh, you said I wasn't a cat, right?

When Hecarte narrowed his jade eyes to the demon, he fell asleep with Patari.

"Wow! (Uh, hey, what's up all of a sudden? Oh, my God. Are you a toddler tired of playing?

It worries me that I don't have too much foretaste.

Hecarte woke up again when he stuck the red cat's head on his nose tip.

"Kunian (hmm, sir, is the service over?

A red cat stretches and stretches her forelegs all the way.

It's kind of even changing the way I talk.

"Wow (hey. What the hell is wrong with you)"

"Nha? (Yes?

Red cat and eye contact.

Is that it? Soon, the color of my eyes has changed from emerald to blue.

"Nha, nya (hi... hi...)"

"Hmm? (No, really, what's wrong with you, suddenly)"

"Gina aaaaaaa! (YAY, NO!!! Don't eat it! Don't kill me! Oh, don't offend me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!

Ha, ha, ha?!

What are you doing?!

Don't say anything disturbing!

Before trying to protest, the Red Cat jumped up and fled in a straight line.

"Wow... (What the... It's a waste, and I'm going to eat it like this)"

I forgot about the cat that ran away, and if so, I had a tongue drum on my pie.