AN: This is the first birdkin Vongo-chan chapter after 60 chapters.
It’s been a few days since it stopped snowing in Torquiva.
It will be a while before I can say goodbye to my fluffy, warm winter wings.
I looked at the full body mirror I had bought using the money I and the girl I share room with and brushed my hair. After that, I put my dagger on my waist.
「Vongo, we have to go.」
「……hnn……」
There is a festival tonight.
A festival for my buddy, the centaur Pickles.
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Leaving the new dormitory, which still smells of wood, I see people going back and forth under the illumination of magic street lamps.
Everyone seems to be happily heading to the Schenker festival.
Master’s winter event? He said that there are no events in winter so everyone must be bored. It looks like he’s telling the truth.
However, I wonder if it’s okay to just schedule a festival without permission, especially master’s festival. He likes to be flashy after all.
「Ah, warm.」
「……mou…….」
Lucci, a catkin, my roommate, put her hand on my wings.
She does this sometimes because they are warm but I don’t really want her doing that because my feathers will all be ruffling.
I’m going to give Lucci’s brown head a squirming to return the favor.
She’s still going on with her “ah” and won’t let go.
It can’t be helped……you force me.
The wind blows with a whoosh.
I look up at the sky, lured by the dry north easterly wind, and see only a few clouds with the moon with a horizontal line.
It looks like it won’t rain or snow until morning.
I walk to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group cheerfully as I join the people of the city walk.
It has been a long time since I went out at night.
I haven’t been out at night since I was taken by the fishkin Roast into a high end tavern.
At that time, I felt somewhat uneasy and clung to Chicken, who was wearing a smooth cloth dress.
Now, I’m the one who has someone who’s clinging on my back.
It’s getting on the way so I brought my wings forward and wrapped it around my body.
「Eh」
If you’re cold, just wear more.
It was your fault for wearing light clothes saying that wearing lots of clothes is not fashionable.
They say that fashion is a matter of patience but if you catch a cold from wearing too little, it’s your own fault.
「I said I’m waiting for someone.」
「Can’t we wait with you?」
「Yes, yes, you’ll catch a cold if you don’t wait in a warm place.」
There’s a group of men harassing a woman under the magic light in front of us.
Maybe she’s from the Schenkers too so let’s take a look at her face.
「….w…h…a….t…?」
「Uwaa!」
「What the!」
One of the guys fell down on his butt, perhaps startled with me silently appearing out of the darkness.
I ignored the two guys and looked at the woman’s face.
She had long slanted eyes and wheat colored hair, a face I had seen somewhere before.
「What are you…..!」
「You startled us!」
The men seemed to be angry that he had fallen down on his own.
I had to give them a good talking for their own good.
「……o….ne….」
「Eh?」
「What?」
「She says she’s one of the Schenkers.」
I was backed up by Lucci, but what she said was generally correct.
「Eh? I mean, this birdkin can talk….」
「She’s “silence” Vongo-san!」
「……n….ot….」
It’s not that I’m silent.
The guys said “excuse us” in a lighthearted manner and slunk away.
He sounds reluctant but oh well.
「Ano, thank you very much.」
「…..n….o….」
「Be careful during festivals, there are a lot of those guys around.」
I gave the woman a thumbs up and Lucci and I started walking again.
As we approached the Schenker Street, the sounds of the festival music gradually became louder and louder.
The distant sound of the drums makes me feel strangely excited.
「………so…….und….」
「Eh? Sound? I can’t hear anything at all. Vongo has good ears〜」
She patted my head and I brushed her hand away.
Don’t treat me like a child.
AN: This is the first birdkin Vongo-chan chapter after 60 chapters.
It’s been a few days since it stopped snowing in Torquiva.
It will be a while before I can say goodbye to my fluffy, warm winter wings.
I looked at the full body mirror I had bought using the money I and the girl I share room with and brushed my hair. After that, I put my dagger on my waist.
「Vongo, we have to go.」
「……hnn……」
There is a festival tonight.
A festival for my buddy, the centaur Pickles.
-0-
Leaving the new dormitory, which still smells of wood, I see people going back and forth under the illumination of magic street lamps.
Everyone seems to be happily heading to the Schenker festival.
Master’s winter event? He said that there are no events in winter so everyone must be bored. It looks like he’s telling the truth.
However, I wonder if it’s okay to just schedule a festival without permission, especially master’s festival. He likes to be flashy after all.
「Ah, warm.」
「……mou…….」
Lucci, a catkin, my roommate, put her hand on my wings.
She does this sometimes because they are warm but I don’t really want her doing that because my feathers will all be ruffling.
I’m going to give Lucci’s brown head a squirming to return the favor.
She’s still going on with her “ah” and won’t let go.
It can’t be helped……you force me.
The wind blows with a whoosh.
I look up at the sky, lured by the dry north easterly wind, and see only a few clouds with the moon with a horizontal line.
It looks like it won’t rain or snow until morning.
I walk to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group cheerfully as I join the people of the city walk.
It has been a long time since I went out at night.
I haven’t been out at night since I was taken by the fishkin Roast into a high end tavern.
At that time, I felt somewhat uneasy and clung to Chicken, who was wearing a smooth cloth dress.
Now, I’m the one who has someone who’s clinging on my back.
It’s getting on the way so I brought my wings forward and wrapped it around my body.
「Eh」
If you’re cold, just wear more.
It was your fault for wearing light clothes saying that wearing lots of clothes is not fashionable.
They say that fashion is a matter of patience but if you catch a cold from wearing too little, it’s your own fault.
「I said I’m waiting for someone.」
「Can’t we wait with you?」
「Yes, yes, you’ll catch a cold if you don’t wait in a warm place.」
There’s a group of men harassing a woman under the magic light in front of us.
Maybe she’s from the Schenkers too so let’s take a look at her face.
「….w…h…a….t…?」
「Uwaa!」
「What the!」
One of the guys fell down on his butt, perhaps startled with me silently appearing out of the darkness.
I ignored the two guys and looked at the woman’s face.
She had long slanted eyes and wheat colored hair, a face I had seen somewhere before.
「What are you…..!」
「You startled us!」
The men seemed to be angry that he had fallen down on his own.
I had to give them a good talking for their own good.
「……o….ne….」
「Eh?」
「What?」
「She says she’s one of the Schenkers.」
I was backed up by Lucci, but what she said was generally correct.
「Eh? I mean, this birdkin can talk….」
「She’s “silence” Vongo-san!」
「……n….ot….」
It’s not that I’m silent.
The guys said “excuse us” in a lighthearted manner and slunk away.
He sounds reluctant but oh well.
「Ano, thank you very much.」
「…..n….o….」
「Be careful during festivals, there are a lot of those guys around.」
I gave the woman a thumbs up and Lucci and I started walking again.
As we approached the Schenker Street, the sounds of the festival music gradually became louder and louder.
The distant sound of the drums makes me feel strangely excited.
「………so…….und….」
「Eh? Sound? I can’t hear anything at all. Vongo has good ears〜」
She patted my head and I brushed her hand away.
Don’t treat me like a child.
