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A Legend of Woof-Woof

A Legend of Woof-Woof

Author: Kwen Marikit
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Chapter 1 (S1) CHAPTER 1: Little Devil

Word Count: 1175    |    Released on: 19/04/2023

s of violence and sex. Discrimination, abuse, etc. that might trigger negative emotion

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eautiful..

ed me down. 'Twas all vague in my vision. That there was a woman crying and holding me dearly. She's facing against

s 13 ye

es are on the road~!

elling the vegetables.

n his garden dome, he suffers sleepless nights just to play with me. Because of that, he gave me the alias

makes his livelihood eminent throughout the countryside of Lanbarc, the Small Vil. His business prospers because of my role as

e's been my horned owl pet-who only eats bread

as always," one of

y patrons. I never missed a greeting to everyone who came. Some faces ar

my friend, Curt. "Good morning, Hessuel! You'

sell if you

our endea

d I love yo

I like the sight of those cheerful kids. I got excited when I received my first income-and I'll feel this way a

ied behind. She seems unsure how to spend her money on hand so I

single cabbage, "I'll take this. How much?" she sai

id, "Four 50 bronze." She's confused and reluctant to take the excess of her payment as if she

curried away. Later on, she st

y! Ar

in a blink without looking back th

yment and say, "Tha

weird. You could've told

Weird questions mean weird answers!

sitor in ou

ybe she's nary skil

ll my buyers when someone poured wate

ll, fishy

first until it

aric. I wipe my face and never talk back. I don't have to do it because my patrons do it

He's a relative of the professional farmer

ntil your tongue got br

. This kind of conversation will

u alright?"

. Yet they're getting on my nerves for treating unfortunates like this. It'

nce, huh?" She lets out a heavy slap for one of those men. My feet move to tame her dangerous bravery b

closed hand! I saw a glimpse of a spark on her hand as she picks an eggplant from my cart, then she uses it like a sw

t want to imagine the pain

e of the scoffers yelled an

e threatens. The men huffed and left. Then she walks away as we

tough eggpla

iprocate your kindness," I insist. She looks down at the distance between us. "... I'm sorry, I smell bad. You can h

oday." Then just like earlier, she scurries back to her in

tered the most amazing woma

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