CHAPTER 8: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?

After strolling in the town, I returned to the forest and slept in the same fallen tree as I had been yesterday.

The next following day.

Today I often see people in the forest.

This is the eight one that I’ve seen.

They are exploring the forest as if they are looking for something restlessly.

「Nyaa—（What are you looking for? ）」

「Wow?! …Is that a stray cat?

Don’t surprise me! 」

I know what they were saying, but it doesn’t seem like they can understand what I was saying.

I put a stick in my mouth and wrote something on the ground, but it doesn’t seem like they understand either.

「Hahaha, that’s a good drawing. 」

It seems like the letter that I wrote look like a drawing.

After laughing at me, the human went back deep into the forest.

What the heck are they looking for?

I took out a piece of Basilisk meat from the Four-dimensional Space and ate it while chewing on my thought, but I can’t think of anything.

…Uh, my whiskers felt uncomfortable.

I will take care of my whiskers as if I were washing my face.

This… it looks like it’s going to rain soon.

If I get wet, I’ll probably catch a cold. Let’s find a place somewhere to take shelter from the rain.

I’m going out visiting the town.

I spend a while searching for shelter, and I found a good spot that just right.

It’s in front of an establishment that seems to be an inn.

There’s an awning over my head, and I won’t catch the rain here.

I get rounded up there. But the air in the town is filthy.

It smells like faeces here.

In medieval times those people who don’t understand grow accustomed to it.

Will the air get better if it rains?

…… .

……Zzz.