Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear - Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear chapter 93

93 – In the quiet woods

The grass in the field trembled gently.

As if the blue sky had woken up completely, it took off its signature light blue pajamas at dawn.

In the distance, trees were rising vaguely. It is proof that the entrance to the forest is not far away.

But Miss Prianian was still guarding the carriage back.

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It was a bit burdensome, so I turned around and said to prepare for an unexpected attack.

The reaction.

“The crossbow is preloaded, Mr. Ghouse. Why don’t you pay attention to the front rather than the back seat?”

At the words that I should do my job straight, I quietly shut my mouth and straightened the reins.

Ms. Priyanian was a curious person.

“So, when you go to Colhen, you’re just going to go to the lodging that Priest Rien told you about, right?”

“Do you know any other places?”

“If you know a place, would you go there?”

It was a strangely mixed voice.

But my answer was fixed.

“I’ll go with the cheaper of the two.”

“Sorry.”

“What are we going to do with our pockets? So where do you know?”

At my question, Miss Prianian just laughed.

“I don’t know anywhere. Mr. G-House. I just tried it.”

At the words that somehow made me feel lonely, I joked as if to comfort them.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels the feeling of being thrown into a strange place.”

I heard laughter behind my back, but I hardened my expression.

Because the forest was quite quiet.

You can hear the stretching of all kinds of creatures in the forest in the morning.

It is an act like an ordinance to let the world know that you have been through the night and to announce your will to live today with fifty thousand voices.

But seeing that I hardly hear anything like that, I’m suspicious.

I tapped the driver’s seat back lightly.

“Miss Prianian.”

“Stay to the right, Mr. Ghouse.”

At the same time, a serious voice was heard.

Rapidly.

I saw a silver tip next to me.

After hearing her words, I saw that the bushes to the left in front were unusual.

Crush, rustle.

The bushes shook, but the carriage still maintained its speed.

In a situation where you don’t know what could pop out from far away, it was quite dangerous to make a sudden sudden acceleration.

But it seems she has already confirmed her identity.

“Goblin?”

After listening to Miss Priyanian’s words, I strained my eyes a bit more while frowning.

The tips of the pointed green ears and something particularly protruding gray were visible from among the bushes.

-Tung!

The bolt she shot disappeared into her bushes, and moments later her screams were heard.

The bush, which felt like a foreign body was rapidly digging into it, became quiet again, and a muttering sound could be heard behind the back as the crossbow was being loaded.

“Meeting goblins from the beginning of the forest.”

It was quite ominous to encounter the monster as soon as it left the field, but it was a little better to think of it as a beast girl.

“Isn’t it better to think it’s good that you’ve just met the guy you met at dinner?”

“Well. At least it’s much better than meeting other monsters.”

“It will be quiet now.”

Perhaps.

***

How far did it go?

Brush.

“There’s another one.”

“Where did the people who are said to be quiet go?”

“I’m in front of you. And without a sword, just holding the reins.”

In the forest on a quiet morning, even the slightest movement would be shown, and if you couldn’t grasp that much movement, you would be disqualified as a mercenary.

Soon, the bushes in the distance squirmed and released three green illegitimate children from my arms.

This time it was a goblin.

“Miss Prianian.”

“You don’t have to slow down.”

Suddenly, the sound of holding a crossbow was heard from behind.

And 3 seconds later.

-Tung!

The tip of the bolt that flew right next to me appeared from far away, turning a green mass red as it bounced back.

“Keck!”

“Kerak!”

The sudden spread of red made the goblins stiff, and her hand did not stop.

The crossbow, which quickly finished loading, tore through the air once more and broke the other man’s skull.

“Keruk!”

The one left alone decided to make a quicker decision.

After he threw the stone he was holding in his small hand and disappeared into the bush.

Chilling on the ground, the bodies of the two former goblins were covered with dirt from the wagon instead of shrouds.

“Whoa, whoa.”

As before, I quickly got off the wagon, retrieved the bolts, and got on.

And now the reins are swinging, and the crossbow is loaded.

It was a repetition of a motion he had already done several times.

The feeling that the collection speed is getting faster is like an old man who goes around picking up business cards every day.

I didn’t know Nogada’s talent would flourish here.

“That’s strange.”

Miss Prianian, who had leaned the crossbow beside her, put her arm on his back again and said.

“Surely, the last time I came, there weren’t as many monsters like this.”

2 Stacks of uneasy words.

With ‘that remark’, words like vinegar began to come out of her mouth, adding some tension to her travels.

“Maybe-“

“Miss Priyanian, what would you like to eat for lunch?”

I’d rather cover her mouth with something to eat. It was a question I asked because I had such an idea.

“Have you just had breakfast yet?”

I succeeded in turning her tongue to another place.

For some reason, along with the pride of having prevented her catastrophe, an hour after breakfast, she suddenly talked about rice and emphasized her tightness in order not to be cornered.

“Still, good is good, so if you decide in advance, you can save time.”

Then Miss Prianian opened her mouth.

“I’m fine with anything that Mr. G-House cooks for me, right? I don’t mind having the same thing for lunch and dinner.”

There was a subtle hint of anticipation in his voice, but sharp claws are always hidden in a cat’s throbbing paws.

The first claw is mixed with an implicit message that you should prepare your meal.

As a bonus, the second claw is that you choose the dinner menu yourself, neatly, and sensibly.

Miss Priyanian, not knowing that I understood the meaning of the words, hurriedly responded.

“How about it, Mr. G-House? I trust your cooking skills. A meat stew, or a steak, anything is fine.”

Seeing that he secretly appeals to what he wants to eat, it is not an ordinary high-level.

“Oh, except oat porridge, of course.”

He clings to it again and even speaks in a whisper.

It was a psychological warfare using very luxurious subtext, but I am not fooled.

Take a map out of your belly band and see. You should probably arrive at the lakeside by this afternoon.

At least I won’t have to prepare today’s meal by myself.

I passed it off laughing.

“I like anything Miss Prianian cooks for me, but today it wouldn’t hurt to camp out by the secluded lakeside and watch Miss Prianian cook.”

=I don’t want to.

Miss Priianian spoke softly.

“Last time I saw that Mr. G-House was better at cooking than I was.”

“Of course, I don’t care if oat porridge is the same for lunch or dinner. Even if I eat the same thing for three meals a day, I think I’ll be happy if Miss Prianian makes it.”

=I have nothing to lose.

Then Miss Prianian whispered again.

“Oatmeal porridge is one of G-House’s favorite foods, but I’m a little sorry to steal it.”

I muttered, still looking forward.

“There is no one who does not like to offer a favorite food to a special person. If you just ask, I will generously serve the ingredients. Miss Prianian.”

=If you keep doing that, you can make it by adding lard.

“I’m not a precious person, I’m a companion. Mr. G-House. Instead of giving something too precious to someone who will keep seeing it, how about cooking some simple meat?”

So we were all in the middle of a one-way conversation.

“Keng. Keng.”

“Kackaeng!”

I heard a dog barking in the bushes far away, and it came closer to us.

I asked as a joke.

“Ms. Priyanian. Is there a dog breeder who catches only wild dogs in the forest in the South?”

“No. That’s a kobold. It’s a dog-like monster.”

Miss Priyanian lifted the crossbow, and soon five monsters with frizzy hair appeared in the distance.

I immediately thought of a Maltese hairdresser or a humanoid monster with Poppy hair in the neighborhood because they said they resembled a dog, but their heads looked more like wolves.

I was holding a spear or an ax with a stone embedded in a sturdy stick that I didn’t know where I had picked it up.

From the point of view of the master of history in another world (unconfirmed), if the goblin’s stoneware is similar to the stoneware that was created by purely throwing it on a rock, then their stoneware feels like it was made with a little more grinding.

I didn’t expect the day would come when I used to sort stone tools when analyzing monsters, but it was a sign that those guys were one step ahead of goblins in intelligence.

Being dogged by people is a sign that their intelligence is somewhat inferior, but at least it’s better than bumping into them without knowing it at all.

“Kreureung.”

“Karlung.”

“Keeng.”

Although there were some strange barkers. It didn’t matter anymore.

“Damn it. You reminded me of my house chocolate. Bastards.”

Muttering so quietly, I stopped the carriage and spoke to Miss Priyanian.

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“As you cover with your crossbow, think of today’s menu in advance. Miss Prianian does best.”

Instead of answering, she fired a crossbow.

-Tung!

A guy with a spear quickly tried to dodge, but she had already predicted that.

“Awake!”

A bolt lodged in his side, and he slumped to the floor and heard a crunching sound.

“Kreurreung.”

The tips of their weapons were pointed at us.

Miss Prianian loaded her crossbow.

“They move pretty fast, Mr. G-House. If you run at them just by looking at their appearance, you’re bound to get hurt.”

The four kobolds, still in good condition, charged at me, and I quickly got out of the wagon and drew my sword.

I heard a voice behind me before I ran into them with Taji at the fore.

“Now that I’ve taught you something good, how about having G-House make lunch today?”

I didn’t answer her. It’s a matter that needs to be discussed after the fight.