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

"Why-... Why-... (HIKO HIKO HIKO, BAHIHIN BAHIN...)"

Keep walking with heavy baggage on your back.

What a pain. Hard, too much.

Is this punishment for field thieves?

"Wow! (I mean! I work for you!?

I'm not the one who ate the carrots in the field!

I'm waiting for my luggage to come over there. It's bareback!

On a distant road that looked beyond the bush, a large black horse was eating grass at ease.

I don't even know how hard one struggles, and if so, I'm chewing.

"Wahoo...... (even so, heavy - hey this)"

The cylinder suspended to the left and right of the body is made of metal and quite heavy.

If it weren't for Fenrill Body, he'd have fallen for grabbing something like this and walking down the mountain road.

"Ha, that's bad, Louta. The bad road to the well can't be a horse in a boulder."

An old man with a barrel on his shoulder, just like me, snaps my head rough.

"Khun Khun! (Damn, think I'd be happy to have a head! I'm not such a cheap dog!

"Chu (you're not convincing me to shake my tail so much, you sushi)"

Damn, every day. So the body taught by will react on its own! I regret it!

"Wow! (Sigh, Len! You can work a little, too! Why are you enjoying your living more than my pet!

"Chu (what do you expect from a weak stomach. It's my husband's job to work hard)"

Is that what the weak guy said yesterday when he smashed his skeleton to pieces of wood dust?

Because I'm not my husband anymore.

"Heh, heh, heh, there's no sloppiness. Still our dog."

The one who called from behind was Zenobia, who tied so many cylinders to her back.

"Fa, if you're in charge of the Falks, show me ten or twenty of these things."

"Wow (no, I'm not in charge. I'm a pet, not a watchdog)"

Xenovia looks so heavy moving on with a puffy tremor.

I wonder if there's about a ton of them all.

Arm power in disregard of the same laws of physics, but even just like Golivia, this amount is likely to stick.

The old man had stopped saying it was better to stop, but Zenobia said confidently to leave it to me, so I was trying not to touch it.

Just a few minutes down the mountain road, we finally got to the road we opened.

"Ah, welcome home!

The lady waiting in the carriage carriage's carriage looks up all the time.

"Wahoo."

I thrill at the lady who jumped at me.

You can heal your tiredness.

"Nyan (good job, Louta)"

Nafra sitting in the box called out as she narrowed her eyes.

Did you skip the whole time I was working?

"Nha. Hmm? (Why do you have those eyes? Nafra was just playing and napping with the lady under the big name of protecting the lady like this, right?

"Wahoo! (Say you're skipping that. Bye!

Damn it. That's what I'm supposed to do.

I kind of feel like I've just been working here lately.

Even though all life is easy is my motto.

"Well done, Louta. Mr. Zenobia, too, a lot."

"Hey, what's up? It's easy."

Your knees are trembling, Xenovia.

"Wow (when, what is this cylinder after all?

The contents of a barrel made of sturdy metal are water drawn from a well that was in the mountains.

Is it so precious water that I have to come all the way here to get it?

I can't believe the cook's old man cares about the water.

"Mr. James, what's so special about the water you're picking up today?

My lady asks my questions instead.

"Oh, you didn't explain. This guy is mineral water. It's a little special."

When the old man opened one of the cylinders, he made a sound with the shpond and the lid opened.

"Hih!?

"Wahoo!? (Oops, I'm surprised!

I freaked out with the lady.

The old man looks at us like that and pours a bottle of water into the glass.

I try sniffing my nose close to the glass or glancing inside.

It looks like water without any weird philosophy...

No, it's a little bubbly.

Could this...

"Ha-ha-ha, Louta, if you look over the glass, your face is going to be funny."

"Wahun? (Oh, yeah? Like this?)"

I change the angle and reveal my kime face to the lady, but every time I saw that face, which was distorted by a glass, the lady held her stomach and laughed.

I'm glad you're happy, too. Tail frizz.

If I had done that, my old man would have added a lot to the glass of water.

When the apples were sliced into thin slices, bubbles clumped around the pulp.

Drizzle the honey further from the top of it and stir gently to offer the lady.

"Go ahead, ma'am"

"Wow, I'll have it!

Cockroaring throat, the lady drinks water with apples and honey.

"Hmm, I shwashwa......! Yummy......!

"Wow, wow! (Lady! Me and me!

Lick the water the lady spilled on my hand with a pepper.

"Wahoo! (Wow, so strong carbonation!

The grains of foam are very large and rough.

Its roughness, in turn, provides a pleasant irritation to the throat.

In addition, the refreshing acidity of the apples and the sweetness of the honey gave it a cider-like flavor.

It's so delicious. This.

"The water you can take here rarely contained carbonation. It's slightly bitter to drink as it is, but this is what I can use for a variety of dishes. Pancakes are plump, meat is soft."

I knew this was carbonated water.

Is it because I don't miss carbonation that I use a highly sealed metal cylinder?

"The horses are getting old, my legs were far away, but thanks to this guy coming, I think I can use the water here again"

I pounded Meir's neck as his old man toyed the road grass.

I look up at the carriage to which Meir is connected.

Even with a large physique of mares connected, it's such a big carriage that the size doesn't change that much.

It is not an elegant passenger car as the lady rides, but a boneless construction conceived to carry luggage.

There's a front cover to keep it from getting wet in the rain, and it doesn't have anything like decorations on it at all.

It was a cargo wagon with a complete focus on practicality.

"I used to go out and buy out to the city with this. The horses in the mansion are old enough to stop using them, but I'm glad I kept them in place once in a while. Looks like we can still use it."

Can you even maintain the carriage?

Old man, you can really do anything.

"And you, you're so quiet. They seemed used to having horses on them, and they kept them somewhere?

"Hihin (what do you think? I don't know because I don't remember)"

Meir, who answers properly, is obsessed with eating grass.

"Well, okay. Gandolph wasn't. My husband also gave me permission. Even if you have a real owner. I wish I was here for the time being."

"Hihin (E, Ehehe. Thank you)"

The old man scratched me from forehead to nose, and Meir snorted happily.

And ate grass.

Speaking of which, the day is already high.

I'm starving.

If you look to the side, the lady is hungry and cute.

When they looked up at the old man with their anticipating eyes, they grinned bitterly, as the point had been made.

"Well, why don't we load up later and have a break for lunch?"

"Wahoo! (Wow! Day mesh, day mesh! I've been waiting -!

Sandwiches, sandwiches.

When it comes to going out, it's an old man's sandwich set.

Ladies and gentlemen, this way, please.

Miranda, the maid with the lady, seemed to be preparing the meal while we were carrying the water.

A mat is laid in the shade of a tree and a basket with a sandwich is also available.

"Wow! (We'll eat -. I work and I'm so hungry, I'm gonna eat you -)"

I head to the shade of the tree with a cow.

"Heen."

You've been eating grass! You're still eating!

"Nyan (heh, no. This is a reward only given to those who labor)"

You were just napping on the lady's lap!

"Chu (that's right, look at it there like a junior adult)"

You were just hanging out on me!

Yeah, why do we have more lazy, meatier guys than me!

I want to be the most useless pet ever!