That day he, along with fourteen compatriots, was to leave his homeland.

Their homeland is the ranch of the land known as Jagal. They were raw in the land and trained as hounds.

Having completed their rigorous training, they were finally to be delivered to their workplace after their hometown.

I still don't know what kind of workplace that is. It is how the ranch humans who raised them also did not grasp it very rightly.

And at one point, it didn't fall to my heart.

Because of his old age, even his three compatriots, who had finished their role as hounds, were packed in this carriage.

I also thought it might be some mistake, but the luggage truck left as it was.

The three old brothers have decided to sleep just "okay". It was only after they had already lived a long life and exhausted all the power that was equipped for them that they had come to a mood that did not move in too much detail.

(Will I also eventually start living my days feeling as flat as they are)

It was also difficult for him, still young, to imagine such an appearance.

What work awaits you before you go? He had only served about as well as helping hunt wild birds and ravens on the ranch, but at the same time, he was trained to fight giant beasts. If you're really going to deal with a bigger beast than yourself, you're going to risk losing your life. Considering that, his chest didn't stop with a passionate fighting spirit.

But I never quite made it to my destination.

He was put outside the carrier several times a day and allowed to exercise, but it is also not comparable to training on the ranch. I wonder if this would make my body go away for good - and by the time they learned to fear, the end of the journey was finally marked.

"Oh, we're finally in Genos. You've had 20 days."

That's what the man who was rocked in the luggage car with them said all yawning.

I lowered my sword to my waist, I am a man of escort. The danger of a long journey meant that this man was going to do the same. He was a magnificent man with a mustache in the lower half of his face, always wrapped around the scent of dried meat.

"In Genos, we're going a little slow, aren't we? Lately, we're talking about Giva's reputation, right?

When the man called to your table, he returned an unfathomable voice, "Goodbye".

"More than that, it's business first. I'm gonna have to figure out if I'm the right person to keep these guys that I grew up with."

"Yeah. That's why you're the rancher yourself. But I can't believe we're buying up as many as fifteen hounds."

"Twelve, not fifteen. If you have eyes on him, that's your first battle."

"Oh, weren't these three old dogs for sale? You're a bad person too."

"The guys who never even handled the hounds to Locke suddenly just bring in the finest hounds, how dare you skip them? We have a right to choose our guests."

"I don't suppose you can let the noble business go down, though, can you?

"Hmm. A nobleman, therefore, a nobleman of Genos. I've never done business with Genos before, so I needed to be extra careful."

What a disturbing conversation.

Apparently, the parents of their upbringing did not place their trust in the people they do business with.

Then a while later, the ambient air changed.

The green fragrance has rapidly drifted away, and the human fragrance has pushed away.

Even before, that kind of change was tasted every time I went into town.

But the sudden change so far was the first time.

I find myself more stuffed in the carrier, but I find myself experiencing an indescribable sense of obstruction. It was the first time in my life that I had ever been brought to a place with so few greens and so many humans.

(Are we going to live in a place like this? Is there such a thing as a beast to hunt in a place so little green?

The surrounding compatriots were also blinking their eyes a lot anxiously.

However, the man as an escort who was eager to see what was going on out the window is in a good mood.

"Is this the castle town of Genos? Rumor has it, it's a fine town."

"Hmm. If something goes wrong, you'll be stuck with the nobility who gave you the pass."

"He said he wouldn't do such a stupid imitation. I want to get close to the West Noble and get a good job."

While we were having that conversation, the luggage car stopped moving.

A man as an escort lifts his hips, "Give me a break."

"Well, then, face to face with the nobles. You guys are making a big deal out of this."

The man left the carriage.

After a period of silence, many human signs approach.

Some of them seemed to be entangled in some stomach-stimulating scent.

"... isn't this guy talking differently?

And I heard a rancher man raise his angry voice.

"It must have been your West nobility and the people of the woods I made a pact with, right? Why are the people of the east mixed up in there?

"I'm a forest folk. Born, east, but western god, god, transferred."

A very calm man's voice was answering that way.

"I swear to God, I'll show you. .. I, Shmiral of Lilyn's house, hereby swear that I am the Son of Western God"

"Heh, you think the people of the East have transferred God to Western God? Sometimes it's a lot of fun."

The man in the escort said so in a cheerful voice.

There again, strange men's voices are covered.

"Well, that's why. Neither he nor he is a forest dweller. I know it's a lot to think about, but I'd appreciate it if we could move on with the business."

The rancher's man, he pushed.

It is the silence that its Buddha top surface can imagine.

".. so anyway, let's have a look at the product"

At the same time as that voice, the door of the carrier was opened.

The scent of multiple humans becomes more vibrant.

The man whistled so loudly that they were to descend outside the carrier.

The world is surrounded by bright light. But at his feet he was a hard stone, and he still could not feel the presence of green.

In it, unfamiliar humans stand on the sidelines.

Something - it was people with strange atmospheres.

Particularly eye-catching was a magnificent man looking over this place a little back.

He has tall, sharp eyes and shallow black skin. Even though it was a very quiet sign, there seemed to be a fearful power hidden within it - a man who made him feel so powerful that even if he was attacked by a hound, he was likely to be turned back by a single blow.

Another human being, who refrained from doing the opposite, was also haunted by signs of proximity to it. Besides, this one is a woman, even though she has a bigger body than anyone else on this occasion. They were the kind of people they'd never encountered before, even if they weren't as much men with shallow black skin.

Four other humans stand, two men and two women. It was those two women who wore the aroma that irritated the stomach.

The women also have shallow black skin, one is slim and tall, the other is a very small toddler. The toddler, with red-haired hair, looked around at them hounds, glittering his eyes.

Of the two remaining men, one was a very ordinary person. A man of the kind "People of the West", who was to be seen more than once from his homeland to this Genos. He's taller than a Jagal human being, and only this human being is rounded and fat by far. And on his face, he had a really gloomy look.

And it's the last one.

This man had even darker skin than the others.

Yet the hair is silver like a river surface in the morning sun. There were no signs as strange as the men and women on the left and right, but the fragrance of his compatriots could be smelled out of him.

(In other words, is this human being a hunter who deals with hounds)

The man looked around at them with very quiet eyes.

His eyes, as black as his skin, eventually turn to the rancher's man.

"Hound, can I touch you, please?

"At will," the rancher's man shrugged his shoulders on the top of the Buddha.

"Nice, Schmiral! Rimi wants to touch those kids too!

When the toddler shouted out loud, the smooth woman next door said, "Oh..."

"I shouldn't play this...? You can touch as much as you want if you take me back to the woods, so be patient...?

"Yes," the toddler answered honestly.

In the meantime, the man known as Schmiral is starting to test.

The hand huddles over their backs and peeks into their eyes. I guess I'm weighing my strength as a hound. Even on the ranch, it was not uncommon to be so quantified.

"... I'm sorry, three heads, I don't qualify. Three of them, you can buy them, you can't."

"Heh. Which three heads, dissatisfied?

"Here and here. And there, black and tea, it's still ragged. These three are old dogs, I think."

A man as an escort whistled.

The man laughs bitterly as they look back in unison.

"Bad, bad. I didn't call you guys. .. apparently this Guest has an eye for discerning the product."

"Hmm. Does that mean I was weaving old dogs that didn't dare to be merchandise?

When the round man asked as such, the rancher's man wandered his mustache looking bad.

"I wanted to make sure he was a guest who knew what was good and bad about the hounds. If you've been rude, let me apologize."

"No. Natural treatment, I think. Hounds, even commodities, are alive, so be careful, naturally."

With that said, Schmiral lowered his mouth.

"You, cherished, raised hounds, us, cherished, treated. We, the hounds, the families, think. Don't worry, I hope so."

"Huh. Seeing you move your expression that way, it sounds like you've really become a child of Western God."

A man as an escort laughed and slapped the rancher's man on the back.

"You're not complaining about this, are you? Wasn't it worth all the way out to Genos?"

"I get it," the rancher man turned to Schmiral.

"... I'm sorry I imitated it like I would try. I'd be happy to give these guys a fine job."

"Yes. By the woods, working, hounds, everyone, proud, alive, I think. They, same thoughts, hold, believe."

Then the round guy said, "That's a deal!," he struck his hand.

"Then it's copper coin payments and signing contracts. After that, I would like you to join me as I prepare snacks whispering.... Oh, no, it was rude of me to whisper."

"Never mind..." the slender woman smiled.

but when Shmiral looks back at you, he hastily pulls that smile in. Then dyeing his cheeks red felt somewhat odd.

"Now, over to the building, please. I don't care if the van stays like this, so can you treat the hounds?

The rancher's man sent a signal, so they were to follow it.

Apparently, they are set to welcome their new masters safely.

His mind was to be shaken up again to see what kind of life was waiting for him.

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After being waited for a while, they were to be transferred to another luggage to fulfill their farewell to the parent rancher man they raised.

"Work hard," he tells me, and the door is shut: three old and compatriots were sent back to the ranch, and therefore twelve were put on the carriage.

It was Schmiral who set up at your table, and the other humans are in another luggage. And yet, that round man remained on the spot, waving at the Schmirals.

"Well, say hello to Lord Asta and the others!

"Yes, excuse me"

A luggage truck starts running on hard ground again.

After all, the land was not a place of work. I guess there is no beast hissing in a place so full of stones and so little green.

After a while, the signs brewed by a large number of humans were distracted and the green scent revived.

but the relief is also between the bundles, and the human signs intensify again. This time, however, the green scent never completely disappeared. They also know well, the atmosphere of a human town.

When human signs intensified in that way, Schmiral stepped down from the platform and began walking on the ground. This time the luggage truck was constructed so that you could see the luggage truck from the luggage truck, so you could see it with your eyes.

You can also see the world by your side.

A large number of humans cross the stone road. And on the left and right side of the road, there was white smoke up, and what an intense fragrance it scattered. Humans are cooking meat for their own meals.

"Good day, Asta"

and Schmiral, who stopped halfway down the road, called out to the man who was baking meat.

From inside the carrier, you can't see the other person. Only a very bounced voice could be heard.

"Good day, Schmiral! How was the hound?

"Safe, I can buy it, I can. Now we're going to settle, retool, and begin."

"Is it a re-tutoring? Is that what Schmiral said?

"Yes, Jomtien, it's past, so hunter's job, we can't make it. Either way, it's going to take some time to retool, so today, I'm being offered to do it."

"Really? Well, I guess I'll see you again after work."

"Yes, I enjoy it and I do"

Schmiral smiled with great pleasure before starting walking down the road again.

After a while, turning left on the road, the hustle and noise of the humans turn away.

Instead, the green fragrance has intensified more and more. It is the scent of dense trees, unbeatable to the ranch that was at the foot of the mountain.

Eventually, as Shmiral returned to the throne and began to ascend the sloped path, the sight of peeking from its left and right was also filled with greenery.

In the woods, the road is cleared.

If it were such a rich forest, there would be many beasts lurking in the sawdust. Nature, their breasts went pounding, too.

"Oh, you're back. Good day, Schmiral."

Eventually there was a woman with light black skin waiting for her where she arrived.

Schmiral answers "Yes," while getting off your stand.

"Oh, you guys are tired, too. How was Castle Town? Lyada-Lu or Barsha didn't show up, did they?

"Yeah! Limi's giva dishes were sooo delightful too!

Looks like another luggage truck arrived, and I heard such conversations.

Plus, human signs are pushing at me. It didn't look as noisy as the town, but there were a dozen of them there, and it seemed like every human being was waiting.

"Okay, retool, we'll get started. Square, I'll borrow it."

"Yeah. We were all looking forward to the arrival of the new hounds."

Thus Schmiral's hand opened the entrance and exit on the rear side.

Schmiral retreats a few steps and whistles a whistle.

They were to get off to the ground, exasperated.

The human beings, as could be seen from the signs, surround them.

Most of them were women, young children or old men. You can barely see an old man. And they all seemed to have shallow black skin.

"Wow, wow! Lots of hounds!

The toddlers are disgusted. A toddler with red tea hair named Rimi-Lou was only ever mixed up in it.

Schmiral is talking to some old woman, so they are waiting. Then that magnificent man with the strange signs approached us as he dragged one foot a little.

"Mm-hmm. As I thought earlier, when you get as many as twelve hounds together, it's spectacular."

"Oh, really hey. Thank God you bought so many hounds."

The woman with the big body also approaches us with a laugh.

"But all these hounds lend themselves to other families, right? I can only admire Donda-Lou's chubby... but hopefully soon even the Lou family will be able to handle a lot more hounds"

"Mm-hmm. I guess that way the hunters can hunt Gibba with stronger power, too."

That said, the man laughed lightly.

"I wanted to taste how powerful a hound is... but I can't help it."

"Oh. If I'd met the hounds sooner, maybe Lyada-Lou wouldn't have had to get hurt like that either."

In a woman's eyes, there is a light of passion.

The man, called Lyada-Lu, shook his head sideways with the same expression.

"I've said something inexplicable. I'd appreciate it if you could forget what you're saying."

"I won't forget. But don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Uhm. Still enough, thank you"

Apparently this man named Lyada-Lu was originally a hunter.

I'm dragging my legs a little, so I guess that's what got me out of work. It was a shame to say that I could feel such strong power in that body.

"Thank you for waiting. Re-tune, I'll start."

And, by the proclamation of Schmiral, something called re-ordination was started.

First, they are asked to confirm the whistling and ringing signals. This was what I learned on the ranch, so there was nothing to say.

After that, a thing called Giva's fur is brought up. Starting tomorrow, this was the story of their hunting prey.

It was also the same fur outfit that Lyada-Lou was wearing. The hunters of the land say that everyone is wearing their outfits. However, there seemed to be no risk of confusion, as the shades were the same but the aroma was completely different.

In the meantime, tap that scent difference into your head.

That's when new people came to this square.

"Good job, Asta. Business, how was it?

From the words of Schmiral it became known that it was so much a person named "Asta" just now.

He is a young man with dark hair and eyes who has nothing strange about this. But the skin was not shaded as light and black as the others.

(I'm sure this isn't a hunter)

From Asta, I never even felt the power of Lyada-Lu. Instead, it wraps a lot of aroma that stimulates the stomach. It's what I used to bake meat in town, so I guess the smell of fat is sticky. And the scent seemed identical to that which could be smelled from Gibba's raw skin.

(I see. You mean the hunters hunt Gibba, and Asta and the rest of the women, they lump their meals with it)

Even in their homeland, humans were burning and eating their tailored prey. In this land, they hunted Gibba and ate it. Many of the women gathered in the flock on this occasion also wore the same fragrance as Asta.

Eventually Asta disappeared and the re-tutoring proceeded.

Having said this, it appears that no problems have arisen. Schmiral had a very satisfying face and kept an eye on them.

"It's over. Starting tomorrow, they'll be able to do their job."

"Good day. Schmiral had a rough day, too."

"No. A hunter's job, by comparison, nothing."

"Then take a rest. You can't go home yet, can you, until you report to our parents?

"Yes, I have something to tell you."

With that said, Schmiral smiled as if to haunt him.

"Donda-Lou, until you get back, Vina-Lou, can you talk, forgive me?

"Do I look mean enough to say no? Vina's supposed to be at the cabin for dinner."

"Yes, thank you"

Schmiral offered them a break and then walked away.

With that sense of fullness in their hearts, they rest thoughtfully. The depression that had been trapped in the carrier for a long time seemed to have been completely eliminated in a while.

(This place is very cozy. The air is so clear that you can't beat your home ranch. Besides, I'm sure...... there's also the influence of the humans in this land)

Schmiral understood correctly how the hounds were treated. He is the man who deserves the master of the hound.

But it was the other humans who impressed him. The inhabitants of the land had a strange atmosphere all the same.

The first thing that made me feel it was Lyada-Lu.

Or because the signs of Lyada-Lu's release were so unique, it was delayed in realizing otherwise human peculiarities.

The humans who inhabit this land were at one time or another unusual. At least, the signs were different from the normal people he knew. It was as if they were part of a forest, full of sober vitality.

Whether you're a toddler or an old man, that doesn't change. Instead, only a very small number of people, such as Schmiral and Asta, had such rare signs.

However, neither Schmiral nor Asta is normal. Needlessly, but with the same signs. After that, that big woman, who was called Barsha, also felt that such signs were slightly faint.

(Does that mean that a person with light black skin has strong strange signs? Asta and Barsha have yellow skin, and Schmiral has darker skin)

Hounds are also individually different in their hairy hues. Himself, he was an individual with much redder furrows in this.

Hounds do not differ in their contents, but do humans differ in their skin colours?

Or does any other reason exist? What an elusive place it was for him that he had just come to this land.

(Whatever it is, it is a happy thing to be able to make this land your second home. All you have to do is... hope your husband can find the right person)

They were told that they would be taken to their respective workplaces tomorrow.

It was a story that Schmiral already had his own hounds, so their masters would be prepared separately.

And - how long too much time passed, and where the sun leaned great west, the men came.

"Oh, there's a bunch of hounds out there, huh?

With such a voice, a large number of men approach.

And it came to pass with one eye that it was the hunters of the land.

That's how he was supposed to be stunned by little surprises.

(This is... the hunter of the land)

The number was more than a dozen, but it felt like the ambient heat rose in an instant.

They were a mass of life.

And they had today's prey in their hands.

Black brown fur, giva.

It was a far more gigantic beast than we had imagined from the shape of the fur.

"Er, twelve heads in all! You can give this to your parent family and Fa's house one at a time, but don't spare two!

It was only the young hunters who were so noisy.

But the intensity of its vitality is rather remarkable. The fact that this young man has the power to fold fingers could be immediately deduced, even though his body is not that big either.

"Fine, you guys, finish Gibba. And there's supposed to be a shmiral at Lilyn's house, so call it in here."

and a hunter with a big body advances along with a heavy voice.

It was he who was the toughest hunter in the field.

As if it had stiffened and consolidated the flame, a rough life force is swirling around. He hadn't even imagined that humans could retain so much vitality.

But - his surprise didn't end there.

A further person appeared on the spot.

"Donda-Lou, you were back from the woods."

A hunter with a big body looked back at the person.

The person approached us with the reins of Totos, who pulled the luggage.

"Hmm. You're arriving a lot faster. So you're saying I couldn't wait till tomorrow morning?

"Mm-hmm. I have work in the morning."

It was a woman hunter wrapped in Gibba's fur.

In a reddish sunset, golden brown hair and blue eyes glimmer beautifully.

And the supple body had an unbeatable life force swirling around it.

"Asta tells me that twelve dogs have been delivered. As previously wished, would you let me take one of those heads at Fa's house?

"Hmm. Whether the family members are or are not, Fa's house is also the parent muscle of the day, so they deserve to have a hound. But instead of just borrowing from the Lew family, you're gonna buy it at Fa's house, right?

"Hmmm. I hope to welcome Fa's family instead of renting Lu's"

"Then do as you please. The handover of copper coins comes after Schmiral."

"Then let me choose which hounds to take home in the meantime"

A female hunter has looked around at them with a sharp eye.

In it, his eyes first met him because he was staring at the female hunter with all his heart.

Beautiful, he thought.

Of course, he doesn't know, such as the beauty and ugliness of humans. But the hunter was extremely beautiful as one life.

Even though the lid is smaller than that of the hunter known as Donda-Lou, he feels the same fierce vitality.

And its vitality was pulsating so beautifully.

He recognized the pulse as beautiful.

The female hunter leans her little neck, while walking over to him.

Those blue eyes peered into him from up close.

"Why are you staring at me like that?

There is no way humans and hounds can exchange words.

Thus he could only keep staring into those beautiful eyes.

"... that's a very bright, powerful look"

The Huntress smiled.

It was a powerful, and loving smile.

"I made up my mind. Let this hound be the family of Fa."

"Hmm. Neither inquisitive nor hectic. Well, I guess we'll be together no matter which way we choose."

"Let it go. I liked the way he looked."

That's how the hunter stroked his neck.

It was also a powerful and loving deed.

"I'm Fa's parent, Ai-Fa. I'm going to welcome you as Fa's family from today."

That's how he ended up touring with his lifelong husband.