291 Sounds like a fairy exploration.

One girl walks in the woods in the light of the day spilling out of the gaps in the trees.

A girl in a white and black two-tone apron dress with flax hair and a slightly larger ribbon, a girl who has no problem describing herself as young if she were still her age.

The appearance of a girl walking in the woods, showing a slightly dazzling trick at times to the light falling from her head, had created an somewhat smiling atmosphere that was often told in fairy tales.

But if those living in this world had been shown this sight and had information in their hands about the place where the sight was being played out, it would have been an immediate suspicion of the girl's sanity.

It's a dangerous and very deep forest that separates the demons from other races.

Because it was said to be a woodland of temper.

Dangerous flora and fauna, of course, were known throughout the continent to be habitats of a wide variety of demons, and that place did not imitate even the powerful adventurers stepping in alone, and it was not the kind of place where a normal but young girl in an apron dress could walk alone without escort.

Originally, the light of the day rarely plunges into the ground, blocked by leaves and the like of lush trees in the woods of temper.

Even during the day in some places, there is enough darkness to require lighting.

Now, however, the path taken by the girl in an apron dress was firmly lit up to the foot where the light of day was plunging in and the girl walked.

That is proof that the girl's overhead forest is thinner than it normally is, because some factor has allowed room for the light to plug in by cutting or burning down the top of the forest.

"Hmm? I'm pretty sure I can't find it over here."

It was Frau, the maid in charge of Count Knugi, who was holding arms, leaning his neck and looking around.

No matter how vast, cluttered and diverse the world existed, the girl who could stroll through the woods of annoyance with her nose singing without taking her was probably nowhere else but her, so it was no surprise or anything if anyone knew the circumstances, but Flau was now in the middle of coming looking for something in the woods of annoyance alone.

"If you go too far inside, you'll be in too much trouble away from the master and the city."

The existence of Silky was inherently a fairy who guarded the house and was imposed the constraint that it could not exist far from the object it guarded.

Flau was also caught in that constraint at the beginning, and he had tried to extinguish it dangerously, but lately, even after leaving a considerable distance, he was feeling quite fine with it so much that there was a slight restriction on his ability.

Flau thought this would be the result of his progress in establishing himself and that his existence was moving away from something called Silky, but he doesn't care at all because it's a good thing that his scope of action is wider.

Still, Flau thinks that the root part hasn't changed because it is near the city of Klinge that he guards or near Lotus Ya, the Lord, who can demonstrate his original abilities.

"I don't like exploring the woods."

With one sigh of sigh, Frau is foolish when he says he has no one to listen to the words.

"The woods are full of creatures, even if they're trying to feel signs. It's refreshing to see which one is which."

If this were a place like a city or meadow, you could have taken a lot of vision, and it shouldn't have been that hard to talk about feeling the signs.

But there are a large number of animal demons in the woods, or ancient trees with signs comparable to them, and they blunt Flau's senses.

"Oh, I'm getting wood strawberries"

Except for the fact that it is unusually large and deep, even if the name is noisy, there is no difference between a forest of temper and a normal forest.

And because of the high degree of danger according to the depth, few people would enter, and so in terms of the fruit of the forest, there was nothing to pick, so it was said to be very rich.

It is delicious to eat as it is, but discovering a flock of wood strawberries that, if boiled with a little sugar or something, would result in a flavorful jam, Flau joyfully braved to work on its harvest and eventually returned to me where he had harvested so many wood strawberries that he could not hold them in his arms.

"Chi Chi Chi Chi! I'm not here to pick wood strawberries! Bring it back!"

Sweet things don't matter how much they cost.

The companions at Lianya's are due in part to the high proportion of women, or because they are indispensable in their mouths consuming sweet objects.

Not to mention Rhona and Scion, and Meyria is quite a sweet lover too.

Cloire tended to be slightly biased in preference towards natural products, but wood strawberries shouldn't have been a problem, and Emil doesn't hate sweets, no matter what.

Finally, there are the witches of the Grand Duke and the Beast tribe, so it was hard to think that even if we collected wood strawberries like mountains, it would be such a thing as to make stock extra.

Thinking about it, I was lucky enough to hit the herd around the corner, so I even wonder if I could focus on picking wood strawberries once I've shelved the material of concern.

"It's great not to have trouble carrying it."

Flau has also acquired the skill of a void vault that Lianyi possesses.

In acting with Lianya, I don't often use it, but I still think Flau is Silky's hobby because he is a skill to treasure when carrying a large amount of cleaning tools as a maid's job, when shopping in large quantities, etc.

"Yes. Hey, I'm sorry."

With that in mind, Frau pushes with his hand something that is in the way of picking wood strawberries.

Huge with a hairy hair that was closer to black than brown, it circled its head wondering what the hell had pushed its own body away from the place it had occupied until then by Flau's little hand.

Its body is really big.

Even standing on four legs, its height was far beyond the adult's back length.

A pair of eyes glowing red on the head that circled, on black bristles covering his entire body.

On his feet stepping on the earth, he sees thick, sharp claws shining white.

That was when I saw Frau, who was still obsessed and picking wood strawberries, slowly circling his body and turning away at Frau, his nose closer and starting to smell the humph.

After noticing the signs, Frau turns his gaze towards you as he rests the hand he is collecting.

"Kuma?

Keep your face close to Flau and smell it. That certainly resembled an animal usually called a bear.

But it's so huge compared to an animal called a bear, it gives it an even more swordswallowing atmosphere.

A kind of demon living in the woods of temper.

A species called the Disaster Bear, it was a vicious being, combining sturdy furs such as the slaughter of a bad warrior and thick fat and tough muscles that wouldn't even reach the gut if stabbed.

It is omnivorous and has the troubling nature of a large meal, and if it is likely to be eaten, it has the habit of eating, and occasionally demons that also appear in the outer periphery of the tempered forest, where the scourge that the pioneer village attacked by this is eaten at its roots and literally extinguished occurs rarely around the tempered forest.

In a party of half-breed strength, as in crusading, it was only an addition to feeding this demon, and this encounter with the demon that the name given was a two-letter of disaster had a fairly high chance of signifying the main road to death.

The flock of tree strawberries found by Frau appeared to be just the feeding ground of this bear, and the individual whom Frau came across was in the middle of making the tree strawberry not a fruit but a tree, depending on the allowance.

With such information and circumstances in mind, Frau stares at the bear.

From the side, what a fairytale sight the bear and the girl would stare at in the wooded strawberry flock, but the truth is that the dangerous situation is that the girl will feed the bear at the next moment if you make a mistake.

Moreover, in this case, the girl was in the middle of traversing a tree strawberry that was the bear's feed.

I don't care what you think. Normally, it's a situation where a bear doesn't make sense not to attack a girl, but when that girl comes to Flau, the story changes.

"This is a souvenir, so no."

Frau himself is the one the disaster bear is staring at, but Frau apparently thought the tree strawberries he collected were attracting the bear's interest, and rushes them into his vault.

Still to a bear with no gaze on it, Frau wonders what the hell is attracting this bear's interest and pounds its nose head as it continues to come closer and smell it.

"What else can I do for you? Don't worry, I'm not gonna take it back until you're eating."

Sure, the bear was a big eater, and its eating speed was quite something, but it was so fruitful in its flock that subtracting it was too much.

Somewhat, the amount to be collected may have decreased, but if it was originally in a woodland of temper and a feeding ground such as a bear, it would be sufficient to get a spill as a flaw, and I am not going to bother to make a wave.

But that was Flaw's logic, not a story that worked for bears.

The lips of the bear staring at Frau turn up and peek at the sharp fangs lining underneath.

From the gap between his fangs, he drooled and the bear rose with only two hind legs.

How would a giant enough to be already over the adult's back length in a four-legged state be if it stood up?

Even from the figure of a young girl, Frau, the bear, who rose with such immensity that it stood, shook up his forefoot in an attempt to attack him with a frau hanging that looked up, and stopped moving, with a roar that echoed from the back of his throat.

The bear immediately understands what is the identity of what stopped him from moving.

"Bear meat..."

Flau's grunt, whining blush, was not very much, but belonged to a young girl.

He looked at Frau with his eyes half-eyed and muttered so against the bear who entered the offensive posture, and immediately understood whether the bear was from instinct, which was the predator and which was the predator.

If you attack, they must surely eat you.

From such certainty, the bear gently lowers his shaken forefoot, returning again to a four-legged state, one by one so as not to take his eyes off Flau.

"It's a shame about the bear meat, but if you want to run, you won't chase it. It was Frau who disturbed us."

The thing called bear meat in the first place, when Frau said so, wondering if it was delicious, I guess the words didn't make sense, but the disaster bear slowly turns away from Frau and walks away from the spot.

Though I wonder if I would have done something a little bad, Frau snuggles out the all-you-can-take wood strawberries because the bear is gone, and stops his hand because he feels like he heard a person's voice.

"... there's no such thing as people here"

Besides being a place where people don't get in that way, the place where Flau is now is divided deep down there, and it's not like there's someone else.

With that in mind, Frau had one verse in mind, and when he could rest his hand picking wood strawberries, he ran out for a small run in the direction in which he felt like he had a voice.

That is the direction in which the now driven away bear disappeared.

"Don't let go! Kuh... let go of me!

Chasing after the bear wasn't that difficult.

The sesame grass was trampled upon, and the likes of the bears are pushed away by the giants of the bears.

I heard a woman's voice clearly this time in Frau's ear, which had been running small for a while as he followed the trail.

To that voice, Frau's face grins with a garlic.

"Ha-ha-ha, I can't see it."

What eventually came to be seen beyond some of the lines of sight of the running Frau.

It was a scene where a woman of that age, who suffered burns all over her body, wrapped some sort of black garment around her body that had been blurted out, and shaken her long, dark hair that was still chiseling, was being bitten and rammed around the heels of her right leg by a disaster bear that Flau had just driven away.