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

"Eh eh eh eh is that true too?! Me, me. I have no eyes for these fluffy things...!

Sister Cookles jumped.

He touched the soft fur of thin green with a wasp and was immersed in that feeling that did not stop attracting women.

"... oh, but what fur is this one?

"Ugh, Unya......"

But Cookles' hand has grown to something extra.

"This one is unbeatable and fluffy, slippery, and this puffy feel... wonderful, I've never touched such a soft fur!

"Oh, that's not for sale... please give me a break, hunya..."

It's not for sale, it's not fur, it's the fur of my hand......

All I'm saying is that fur has no eyes, and this Sister...... is so aggressive and dangerous to touch!

"That's right... that's all there is to it, so the price is... oh, but what a seductive touch..."

"Well, so what, I don't think it's a bad story...... Um, can you hear me, Sister Cookles!? Oh, hey!?

But I'm a troubled person, and she didn't hear most of my stories.

He finally followed my arm and pulled out Mr. Catfish, who should not have come out, as to why the fluffy shark would poke and move her so far.

Yeah, I'm lightweight anyway, so I didn't even have to do it.

Sister Cookles and my Catseye stared at each other, and at the same time I began to contemplate the emergency procedures ahead.

"Oh, it's a big cat."

"Oh, no, you've seen it, young lady. … then let me strip you of this fur for a price"

Though I have been banished, Demons, she belongs to the diocese, and I cannot discuss it anymore.

... By the way, I don't know why all of a sudden, but Sister raised her right hand like that patia.

"Um, let me do that job! 'Cause I want that blocked fur. … and most importantly, I may be making excuses, but I can't abandon those in need"

What the hell is this guy...... Do you understand your position properly......

"What are you talking about? I am still a creature of the Demon Nation, a cat human, but do you understand the area properly?

"Yes, of course, Mr. Cathuman.... Thank you Mr. Ward for your help. If you know that person, it doesn't matter what race it is, let me help you."

Oh, is this who you are? You must be a poor race who so-called favors, extraneously sticks his neck in, and often finds himself miserable.

If Ward owes you big and small, you can call this an edge...

"Oh, but let me just put one condition on it. No, it's not difficult, it's just... if you let me enjoy the cat's for an hour... Oh, I just want to moff you... Huh!

I've lived for a long time, but Moffmoff madness in this area is hope.

Is the price of a deal with the Demons a small Moffmoff hour, and is that a wise choice to make, Sister Cookles?

"Well, I don't mind if you really want to be... No, then we'll add the terms"

"Yes, please tell me what it is! You're a gentleman and a funny person, Mr. Cat."

"No, I am a demon, an outer path. Now, Sister Cookles, at the price of selling fur and herbs, please come and buy one pair of Scarecrow, hand axe, canna, quail, then carrots, onions, rashes, potatoes, wheat seeds, then clothes for a human girl about eight years old."

Let them also shop in my stead.

But if the Sister of the Cathedral bought a Rapier, he's just determined to be suspicious. I regret it, but I gave up there.

If you see an adventurer on your way home, steal something that could be a weapon.

"Okay, then we'll meet here tomorrow night. Ha... Still, heh, heh... Fluffy, I don't have eyes for neck hunting rabbit hair......"

"How long have you touched me... well, that was the price... it's an honor to compliment you, my lady"

Only for a few moments, I dated her unusual taste.

That's all they do. They also shop instead, thank you, it tickles, but now I just have to put up with it...

"Oh, that may be rude... but I want to keep you... What a wonderful touch, my brain melts down already..."

"Isn't this scene also seen by God, Sister"

"Ugh... it's okay, you're a gentle devil, I know that."

"... well, I know you well, too. You are a lover."

Did you include the clothes of an 8-year-old in the details of the earlier order? What a misplaced item.

Light green hair beautiful sisters had begun to mistake me.

"... then it's time to be rude"

Hot and bitter, I pull off Sister Cookles and turn my back. The rest is a success reward.

... but it's kind of like me, a bad gigolo taking a woman in my hand.

I don't think you're hot for a human woman at this age...

"No, wait, why don't you say goodbye to Mr. Ward? Rest assured, there's no one in there, won't you see me?

"... then sweeten to your words. By the way, how did he end up hiding?

"It's an epidemic. If I had medication, I might have managed. But there's not enough left to give the old man... Mr. Ward had to wait for his natural recovery..."

She led me into a wooden house.

How long ago was it that I received a hot welcome from him here?

Ward was a big, fine warrior, although there was something clumsy about him.

I'm surprised that was now a tiny grandfather like a squishy one.

On the other hand, I remember loneliness, but we also met.

Sister of the diocese, Miss Cookles. She was a discerning, lossy race that did not exclude us.

If I do this, I will ask her to replace Ward, my collaborator on this side.