CH 2

The next morning after I finally get back to the sky.

My master sent me out to the hunting ground with Pickles saying “You’re going to work from now on”.

The equipment he gave me was a floating boar leather armor and five javelins with replaceable iron tips.

No matter how you look at it, my equipment cost more than what he paid for me.

However, it doesn’t mean we’re going to hunt a dangerous prey. He told me to go hunt knife tanuki and assault cock that even a child from our race can hunt….

I have no idea what that monkeykin is thinking.

「Oi, horse-oneesan, it looks like you’ve got a companion.」

Pickles, the horsekin who was carrying me on her back to the hunting ground, was spoken to by a man carrying a large bow.

「I’m not horse-oneesan, I’m Pickles. My master bought me a companion.」

He seemed to be an acquaintance of hers.

She doesn’t have an accent in front of master but she does in front of me.

It’s supposed to be courtesy but I have no idea what kind of courtesy it is to falsify words. What are the horsekin thinking?

「………」

「Ehto….is your buddy in a bad mood?」

「Vongo-chan is not very talkative but she’s a good girl. Don’t mind her that much.」

TN: Changed to Vongo due to a certain chapter’s AN. You’ll know when the time comes.

While I was thinking about it, I heard Pickles introducing me.

I thought I should at least say hello.

「………….he………….llo…………..」

The monkeykin is looking kind of gawky. Why are they always like that!

There are even birdkins that are not capable of speaking!

「…….ah, yeah, nice to meet you….You can call me Kenyon, meteor Kenyon.」

「No one calls you that. Everyone calls him river flow Kenyon.」

「………..w……h……y…..?」

「This guy was chased by a chief cow, fell into a waterfall, and was pronounced dead by the guild.」

Pickles poked the flank river flow with her index finger.

The armpit is a weak spot where there is little muscle for both people and beasts.

Pickles and river flow must be very close with each other to let her poke him in that body part.

「Ah, even I thought I was dead back then.」

「You should have been swept out to the sea. We all looked for him for two consecutive days and he just came back.」

「I’m sorry. I won’t escape using a river anymore. I haven’t even bathed in the river since that day because I became scared of water.」

「So that’s why you’re smelly!」

Maybe her relationship with river flow is special.

As an adventurer, Pickles seems to be building a relationship of trust with the people around her.

It’s something I’m not good at.

If I was good at it, would I have been able to avoid being sold out at that time?

No, then I would have died just like that.

I don’t know what master was thinking but I’m thankful for him.

I’ve heard rumors that not even the Sacred Solace of Indigent would buy a bunch of disabled like us, heal us, and give us some work.

He complains every day that he doesn’t want to work but it seems to me that he’s creating his own work.

I wonder if he’s a little stupid.

I feel sorry for him since he’s still a child.

It can’t be helped so in the future, if master ever gets hungry, I and Pickles will hunt for him and feed him.

I wonder if he and Pickles will like fried rat, a festive dish back home.

I listen to her and her friend’s story without asking a single thing as I rock on Pickle’s big back.

There is a single white bread-like cloud in the sky.

The wind is light and the direction is south-southwest.

The magnetic field is undisturbed.

A good day to fly.