Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from th

Also the next day I took turns digging waterways with Rick, and then I taught Patia swordsmanship.

"Knock, knock, don't do it Cat..." - Oh, no, no!

No. I'll correct it for once. I was teaching you dagger technique because it's so small.

I gave Patia the wooden dagger I asked Barney to do, and in contrast we waved an oak stick to protect her.

The fine sword, as its name suggests, is too thin for protection.

On the other hand, Rick also makes it a heavy spear subwepon, so something was just right here.

"Yes, I'm dead now, this is my thirty-fourth death. Be careful next time."

"Ugh... ooh... Cat, give me a break! What are you going to do?

Martial arts talent is blurred, and moves well depending on age and physique.

You don't have my position to easily overshadow the weakness of inexperience and small flesh.

"I am. Since you seem unhappy, let me entrust Horix, a former demon army stronger than me, to take turns, oh tired tired tired"

"I think waterway building is more of a heavy labor...... If you want the instructor, fine..."

Replace the oak stick with the scoop.

Waterway construction has been completed up to about half the time. If this opens, water will reach the square.

You don't have to rely on Patia's Rainfall Magic Skol to water the fields.

The activation of the scour itself would be as easy as that if there were an aqueduct.

"Oh my goodness, you're so sweet..."

"Oh, oh... but if I overdo it, forgive me"

"Fine, Shinobotan, because it's just so... cool, and it's just so, so I can do it! Cool...... not yet, Yikes!!

I also feel like I've seen cowardly accidents, but I was suddenly prevented and Patia was eating Death again.

If only you could at least protect yourself from attacks from your enemies and deal with them with skill.

If you grew up from us to not eating Death right away, well, let's just say I'm done teaching martial arts.

"Sorry, my body was moving on its own...... But it was a good idea, what we wanted to teach was the art of protection..."

I silently dig the waterways. I need a solid job because I have trouble breaking down.

By the way, it's Barney, but he's in a step to come over here when he's done with his field side job. for me to take a late nap.

"No, no, no, Patia's Cat Tampa!! Ugh..."

The punch full of gaps is gently squeezed, and the cotton and stick stitches are gently placed on Patia's head.

It's not what I could say, but Rick is so sweet to this kid that I don't think he's military.

"I kind of miss you...... I remember when you used to take care of the instructor"

"Uh, that happened. It was easy back then, I got paid without risking it, and my colleagues understood that I was a lazy cat human."

"Hey, what's that?

"Me and the instructor met about twenty years ago. My body is small but terribly strong and I have respected it since I lied to my child's mind..."

Thank you. It's been a long talk.

I shut my mouth and decided to proceed with the work pretending to hear nothing.

Patia's defensive enrichment is still going to take longer than magic.

"This dagger technique was also taught by the instructor. I've survived the danger many times now, maybe the instructor's moves have the power to survive..."

"Neko Tanji Komi's, Ken! I want to remember Patia too, Oota-, Nekotano-, Mixed up, Patia hits me!

This must be it, I took Scoop and went up the waterway.

Even if I let him take over, I don't want to teach him much of an absurd assault technique, but halfway through... what shall I do...

"Damn it already...... it's time to tickle and itch my neck muscles. Yes, it's a shift, Rick. Shall I tell you your story when I was younger? At that time you were younger in heart than you are now, and thoughtful of a boy student..."

Anyway, it's a good thing. That's what we talked about.

Then Bernie showed up there and she was going to take turns with me as planned.

"You were Horrix when you were younger...... you must have been cute"

"Yes, you don't deny it there. The clumsiness hasn't changed much from now on."

"Teacher! Let's stop talking about old times with each other! More than that, I have an idea!

So is that. I turned my back on all the hard-working, hard-working people and went back to the castle to go into napping only one.

"Cat, good night. Patia, one of these days - let's go. It's going to be a mess today."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you in my dreams"

The road home is endless......

How could my bunk be so far away? I want to climb a tree and sleep there now.

Weird bug. I don't like it when snakes bite me, and I'll go back, but I'll go back, but it seems close and this is far...

Speaking of which, before this, in the city...

"Oh speaking of which, I wanted to ask Barney something before I went to bed. Do you know a nobleman named Salazar?

Then the odd attitude returned.

Did you care about something, or did Barney turn into a sinister look all at once?

"Hey cat human......, where did you get that scumbag's name...?

That I'm a hostile rounder again with scumbags.

Really? Will Sister Cookles's opponent be a scumbag in your person review......

"It is, nobility is noble, royal, the next king. But you're the best scumbag with so many siderooms. I don't know what the fuck..."

"Patia, shall we go that way for a moment? Let's have some cold water together. I want to cool my hands and feet."

"Ooh? That's right, it's not delicious, it's just another cancer!

That's so dirty, be wary of words that aren't good for education, or Rick took Patia to the lake.

"Four-fifths of those who enter the side chamber die suspiciously. Killing starts between Harlem, and he dies in turn from the common woman he's tired of... he lets go wild knowingly..."

"That's sinful again. When that happens, did you need to roll up your plans now"

"Heh, what's that supposed to mean?

"Our benefactor Sister Cookles was forced to marry that Sarasar. He's the one who shopped on my behalf and arranged the cathedral robe."

There's something wrong with this, Barney doesn't like the sarah.

I was dissipating hostility from all over my body that I shouldn't have shown Patia.

"Sure, that sounds like you should roll up your plans. You even got your hands on that stupid prince, the priest..."

"Tomorrow, I'm going to the city of Lehum. As you make contact with the night escaper Tart and the palsy, you will take your benefactor Cookles to the land."

Then something distorted by hostility turned into a moody laughing face.

That made me feel good again, and I accepted a risky operation, not like Bernie Goliath.

Though a benefactor, she's a woman with the prince's eye on her, and if you expose it, you'll buy grudges. If you find out, though.

"Ha-ha-ha, seriously, you're looting Sarasar's woman! Nice, you're starting to look like a demon world. I agree, I believe you'd do something about it, no, I know, do it, let the shithead blow a bubble, cat human!

"I'll take care of it. Even with my pride, I will surely bring back my benefactor."

Okay, so hurry up - shall we go to bed?

Unfortunately I am a cat human, one who prides himself on spending more time sleeping than waking up his whole life.

Whether I have a mission or not, I am a life-long creature unrelated to insomnia.