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

The cursed blade was not an ordinary cleavage.

The iron is easily cleaved and even the diamond is finely chopped.

The Devil's Sword was releasing its tremendous power as it wished.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!! Even this! It's still here! How does it feel to be chopped up irresistibly? Do you regret it!? Yeah, do you regret it!? '

Whenever a white blade flashes with a purple glow, what you touch is sliced smoothly.

And every time a knife goes in, a ecstatic laugh sounds.

"Kuuuuuuuu! What a pity you look! After being chopped to take advantage of freshness, it can be served fluffy and sprinkled with a sour, healthy dressing, but good!! That looks great on you!

To the finish of the job, the voiceless laughed contentedly.

"Wahoon."

Hear me laugh softly and I breathe in the corner of the cooking area.

At the end of my gaze, there was a pile of salad.

Vegetables, including water droplets, are really bright on a large plate.

"Okay, here's the thing"

James's old man, the boiler in this cooking area, placed a knife in his hand.

The one screaming softly from earlier is not the old man who was waving the knife.

The laughless knife is the knife that just finished the job.

"That's a good cut. The vegetable fiber has been cut and is still alive. The blade always seems dull even when I use it. No, on the contrary, the more I cut it, the more cut I even feel...!

"Damn, don't you understand? My new user. We are the Supreme Devil's Sword Beligor! Square-sliced thinly sliced, squid chopped! Whatever way you cut it, come on! If you are, you can cut all ingredients into beautiful pieces!

"Wahoo... (Is that good, the Supreme Devil's Sword...)"

The identity of the knife is the Devil's Sword, which once ruled the spirit of the brave man and sucked many lives.

Precisely like a demon possessed by the sword of a brave man, but now Hector has taken that power away from me and used it in the mansion as just a knife.

"I'm sure of it! Of all the users in history, you are the best! I use my moves without relying on my strength to fully use the roots of the blade to the cutting edge! I'm not like the fake braves who just waved to let the sword perform! Thousands more years after being sealed, this is the first time I've ever known the pleasure of being shaken!

The old man's skill is apparently greater than that of the brave men of history.

That's right, old man. That's great.

Well, that arm will never be used in battle. If the Devil's Sword is satisfied, I guess that's good.

"Oh, I can't stop! Do you have the next ingredient yet? My user! We can still work!

It's a statement that I don't think is a former Demon King's Army executive and Prison Demon ambassador Berigor.

It's supposed to be an evil demon who was looking to annihilate humans, but now seems to have forgotten its role and found the joy of living as a knife.

"Wafufufufufu (well, anything is fine if your mansion is peaceful and my pet life is not disturbed...)"

By the way, that salad isn't for dads and ladies, it's for maids and servants.

Even though the number of servants in the hall is small, there are nearly ten if they all add up.

So it's more efficient to put the dishes together on a large plate and eat them all together.

"Chef, take this! Toa, hold it that way."

"Ha, ha."

Cheerful maid Betty and brunette Twinthe Toa, who came into the cooking area, carry a large plate of salad in a basin.

"Whoa, because if I serve the others, I'm done. I'll take it, you start eating first."

"Kukuku, a large number of ingredients would have been very finely chopped up in no time if it had been for me and your lord, user!

Beligor speaks happily, but the old man doesn't hear him.

Singing his nose, he began serving his next dish.

"Wafufufufu (well, if you hear such an obnoxious laugh every time you use a knife, you can't do it)"

If Beligor tries something that's not good, an old man who can't hear him won't be brainwashed.

The noise about the brave man is also settled in this case.

"Wow (I still feel at peace and napping today...)"

Having finished my lunch earlier than the old men, I decide to devour my inebriation in a happy mood.

Pillow the fuzzy tail and close the heavier eyelids.

"Wah-hoo."

"Hey, don't go to sleep. Wake up."

Doss' gracious voice was heard from over my head.

"Wahu? (Hey, who is it? where one is comfortably trying to devour his slumber)"

"If you think it's strange because it never comes... I was in a hurry to finish my meal and wait."

Zenobia, a female swordsman, stands with her hands on her hips, mocking her burning red hair.

Looks like you're in a bad mood for some reason.

"Wafufufufu (well, it's bad for digestion when you're angry, Xenovia. I'll free up some space so we can take a nap together)"

Whatever. You can use me as a pillow. Yeah.

"That's why I'm telling you not to sleep! Though we would have discussed having a meeting today about future measures!

Huh? What? I didn't hear that.

"Ki, you......!

Xenovia muscled her temples to me.

"Chu (with that said, you told me that story. I guess you don't remember because you asked while you slept half the time)"

Ren takes his face out of my tenderness, rubbing his sleeping eyes.

"Chu (see, that's it. All around this mansion, the Demon King's army executives are back, right?

Well.

It's an annoying story, but all three of them who have appeared so far have made resurrections around the mansion and in the woods.

I got caught up in a fight I didn't even want to fight to protect my peaceful pet life.

By the way, Xenovia even found out who I am.

If he was freaked out that it was time to get busted next time, he'd ask Hecarte how he's been so far, and he'd rather be on our side.

But why is Zenobia so uptight?

Let's spend some time sloppy as the same Neat buddies.

"Chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu. This daughter is entrusted with escorting the mansion, even though she is half spontaneous. To ensure full security, gather and exchange information to prepare for the next enemy. And that's what this girl said)"

Ho. Xenovia is serious.

But that temper to keep your mansion safe is great.

At that rate, keep everyone in the mansion safe, and then my pet, too.

"You would be our main force. Wow! What are you swallowing? Uh-oh!

"Wow, wow! (No, no, no! Don't force me to pull it. Yikes! The collar is missing!!)"

Grabbing the red collar of the petty symbol, Zenobia pulls me.

How tyrannical of you to count me as a force of war, just a pet.

Don't you have the kindness to protect your lovely wok?

"Chu-chu (I still think it's amazing how glamorous I am with cute wonks and such over this period)"

"Wow! (Dude, what are you talking about, Len? Wherever you look at it, it's cute. Hey, Xenovia! It's terrible to take out a loathsome wok! You can tell the lady about the abuse!

Well, I can tell you lady, I've never been able to make sense of it.

"What the hell is wrong with you! We already know you're Fenrill the Wolf King! I asked Lord Hector! Even pretending to be a dog works for me!!"

"WOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!

Zenobia pulling the collar. Me resisting hard.

The old man, who is used to seeing things like that, finishes cooking without the wind he cares about and puts a plate on the wagon cart.

"I don't know, he's been eating more and more lately, and he's been polishing his sleep, so let me take a walk."

Zenobia salutes the old man leaving the kitchen.

"Ha, leave it to me, Lord James. I'll restore the saggy spirit of this yamatsu and let you see it!

What's wrong with your pet eating and sleeping! Oh, no! I don't want to go to a meeting or anything nasty!

It's an act of transcendence! If you want to move me, let's get the owner through first!

"Yeah, come on because it's good!

"Shh! (Ma'am! Help me, Ma'am!