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

"Wow, I didn't know you were that angry."

Well, thanks to you, I did a good job of deceiving Len.

Well, then, you're not getting involved today.

Welcome Zenobia, who blushes with a stuffed animal.

"Wahoo."

Throw the dried meat you brought on your way out into the air and have it packed.

"Muggle (eating dry food makes me miss alcohol this time. the one with higher degrees)"

Oh, yeah. There's your dad's study right there.

Go play and let me swallow you in exchange for making you moff me - hey.

Huh, don't worry about swallowing from day to day.

No one can swallow the finest liquor they want.

I have to say rich pets are the best.

"Wah-hoo. (Purper. Ahhh)"

On the count of three from Zenobia's room, next door is Dad's study.

Speak to your dad from outside the door.

"Chu (rather than exploring the mansion, I feel like I'm just going around frightening food everywhere)"

The usual. No problem.

It's a disgrace to your pet not to eat.

"Choo-choo."

"Wow (I can't hear you)"

Ignore the glitzy Len for cancer.

"... waf? (Is that it? That's crazy)"

You usually open it right away, but I can't really open the door today.

Are you concentrating on your work?

"Tell me the truth, Dr. Hector."

'Well...'

And I heard voices from the room.

Looks like Hector's here, too.

Two voices can be heard through the door.

'I want you to stay away from me! What do you think, Doctor!? What's your medical condition?!? Is it getting worse!?

"Wahu...? (Bit, medical condition...?

I'm surprised at your dad's serious voice.

When I say I've been sick lately at home, it's a lady.

I had a hard time with the high fever back then, but the herbs I brought back should have made it better.

"Wahoo...! (No way, you relapsed......!?

I open the door with my forefoot and jump into the study.

"Wow! (Mr. Daddy! Is it true that your daughter's illness has gone bad!

There was a hecarte in the study sitting on the couch with his legs together and a daddy pinching his desk and stuffing him.

"Dr. Hecarte! Let me get this straight!

"Wahhhh! (Yes, they do! Come on, say it!

"Really? I hope I'm not shocked..."

"It's okay! How worse it is for your heart to be fooled like this!

"Wow! (Yes, they do! Say it without a shame!

"Dr. Hecarte! What do you think!?

"Wow! (What do you think!?

"Are you up!? My uric acid level is!

"Wahoohoo! (Are you up!? What's your dad's uric acid level? Uric acid level?

"Hey, modestly, right shoulder up."

"Gu, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

With a face like the end of the world, your dad got on his knees.

"Wahoo...... (Nah. You're talking about your dad's uric acid level)"

It didn't matter.

I was wondering if the lady's fever had hit her again.

Daddy, aren't you drinking too much from time to time?

Shall I swallow it for you every day until your dad's?

"So you're telling me to refrain from drinking first, right?

"Dinner is a daily pleasure for me......! Can't you do something about it......!

"I have a pill, but if I give it to you, you're going to boost your liquor for the good of it."

"I won't increase it......! I won't increase it. Ahhh...!

Daddy crying and leaning on Hecarte, he's so cool.

It's usually just a nice middle, but the fallout is considerable.

"... I don't have a choice. Patience is one of the causes of increasing uric acid, and in your case, there will be a heavy pressure to work. Believe the word not to increase alcohol, I will prescribe medication."

"Oh, thank you! Thanks!

To your lowering head daddy, Hector reassembles his legs.

Something's a really good smile.

Oh, there's nothing more scary than a hecarte with that face on.

"The medicine will cost you 50 years of amber that I bought yesterday."

"!? Well, why did you do that?!?

"I can't believe you're hiding such good alcohol from me and swallowing it. You shouldn't. Hey, Gandolph. I was wondering if you were going to offset the uric acid level you lowered with the medicine with good alcohol?

"Yes, no, I'm not thinking about drinking dry in a day, but I'm going to enjoy it one by one."

To Hecarte's grin, Mr. Daddy shudders gawdly with a blue face.

I can't help it, it's time to send out a help ship.

"Wafufufufufu (well, make it around there, Hecarte)"

"Oh, Louta-kun. Owner, I don't think so. But if you think about Gandolph, maybe we should make him refrain from drinking. Amber liquor is not good because it's high in degrees. I wonder if it's love that swallows it up instead."

"Wahoo."

"Ro, Routa!?

The words shouldn't have made sense, but you figured it out in my attitude, and I'm going to look at this one with a face like your dad was betrayed.

I'm sorry, Mr. Dad. Honestly, I want to swallow too. A rare liquor from fifty years.

"So let's swallow now"

"Wahhhh! (Yay! Best liquor since midday!

"Heh, Dr. Hecarte. I'm still out of work..."

"It's okay. I'll wait till I'm done with my work. Swallow."

"Wafu (swallowing)"

Hang in there, Mr. Daddy.

If you finish the job early, you might have a bite left.

"No, no, no, no...!

My dad grabbed his desk and started running his pen on the paperwork at a high speed.

"Yes, Louta-kun, please"

"Wahoo! (Wow! I bruise!

A glass with a fine design is poured amber.

The sound of the mouth of a bottle called Toto is pleasant.

"Wahoo (oh, that's so deep colored)"

It's thick but not cloudy. Very clear.

Has the fifty years of maturation produced such beautiful colors?

Something else smells really good.

It's a good smell I've never smelled, like a complex mixture of aromatic smells like almonds and flowers like lavender.

I can feel the flavor a few more steps above the amber that your dad had me swallow before.

After inhaling the scent all over my chest, I decide to just swallow it.

"Pelopelo (wow, this is awesome......!

I don't feel any alcohol irritation in my tongue.

Only twitching and soft heat spreads into your mouth.

Aging over time smoothes out all the pointy parts of the alcohol.

"Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Aromatic flavors slip down your throat, like eating ripe fruit intact.

I don't want this. It's not delicious. It's a level of alcohol that you can buy a house or something.

"Oh, that's really delicious. I'll swallow as much as I want. Wow."

Hecartes also use cute sized tasting glasses to enjoy amber liquor.

"Wahoo! Wahoo! (Exchange! Instead!)"

"Yes, go ahead."

Fenril body doesn't care about uric acid levels. You'll swallow as much as you want.

"Dr. Hecarte! Do you still have liquor left!?

My dad comes to visit me with a sudden push of his verdict on the paperwork.

Hecarte rocked a bottle of amber liquor, narrowing his eyes and checking the contents.

"It's okay. I still have half... about half of it left. Wow."

"Fast paced!?

"Oh, the alcohol on this shelf is delicious, too. Shall I open this one too?"

"Wahoo."

"No, no, no, no, no!

After this, in front of my dad cleaning up the paperwork with a cry, I had a mess of liquor.