Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing!

Nine stories. My pet's gone.

Muscle morning is early.

With an average of an hour's sleep, I woke up and started muscle treading early.

Early morning training time is invaluable as long as you can no longer take the training time that has been trapped since you left the forest.

"Good morning, Yuri. Whew."

A few hours later, Phyllia wakes her body out of bed as she rubs her eyelids.

Phyllia seems to be weak in the morning, and only when she just wakes up does she talk a little childish.

"Oh, good morning."

"What are you doing -?

Phyllia looked at me with a surprised face.

"Is this it? I'm doing an air chair while I toe ahead with one leg."

I blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

"What are you really doing…………"

The face that looked suspicious changed to the face.

I don't think I've done so much weird, but it seems odd for the elves.

"I suggest you get muscle-building. You want to do this with me?

"Recommended……. You're the same muscle madness. I'm reluctant."

"Well, that's too bad."

The fact that Phyllia is awake means it's time for my adventurer activities to begin.

Me and Firia decided to have breakfast and leave the inn for the guild.

I come to the guild, and I try to get the herb collection paper from the notice board where the request is pasted, as usual.

But today a voice like the sound of Phyllia's bell called out to me waiting.

"Mr. Yuri, let's try to do something other than collect herbs once in a while."

"It's usually what you hear about my endeavors, and that's fine, but why?

"Because adventurers are numbs at the service of the public!

Feelia grins and gives a good thumbs up.

I'm sure it's cute, but I can't imagine that Phyllia saying that from the bottom of her heart.

"The real deal?

"I've been tired of fighting demons lately."

"Hmm..."

I put my hand on my chin.

As far as I'm concerned, I want to be played with demons every day, but it's not a good idea to scorn my partner's opinions.

We can't be good partners if we don't trust each other.

"That's what I mean."

Phyllia rings her fingers and decides the wink.

"Don't look inside your head."

Phyllia gives out her peachy tongue and taps her head gently as she "hees".

Bruises. Too bruised.

But sometimes you have to hang out with Phyllia's favorite things.

"Okay. Get a non-herbal request today."

"Sasa but Yuri! I like people who can talk."

"So, which one are you going to make?

"Let's decide together.... This is our first joint effort, isn't it? Isn't that exciting to think about?

That's what I'm gonna tell you. Filia.

There is no worse of them than the ones who are aware of their cuteness.

I shifted my eyes to my muscles so they wouldn't tease me.

"I don't know what that means. It's more exciting when you're looking at your muscles."

"Am I losing to muscles............!?

Bassari and the truncated filia were snagging, but not what I knew.

We got lost and ended up choosing "My pet is gone" and decided to take it.

... or "My pet is gone" is not a request?

Isn't it normal to write about looking or something like this?

I asked where the client's house is. We leave the guild and head home.

"Right here?

"Right here."

It's a house without any strangeness. I knock on the door and wait for a response.

I heard a little bit of doodle and footsteps coming towards the door.

"Who is it?

"I'm Yuri. This is Firia. I've been taking requests."

Show the guild receipt to the girl who looks at me.

The girl seemed relieved to see it and let us in the house.

"Wow! Beautiful lady!

"Thanks. Your daughter is cute too!

"Eh heh, I wonder"

The two of them are excited about something, but I can't get in.

And the girl never tries to gaze at me. Apparently, they scared me.

I'm limiting my muscles nowadays, and I'm supposed to be in little different shape than the average person... right, you felt the overflowing muscle atomosphere?

This girl is the one who can do quite a bit against her young looks.

"Thank you for taking the time to take my request."

The girl's mother came. I ask her what her pet looks like.

According to her, a pet is a demon similar to a dog called a guinea pig.

It's a demon, but sometimes intelligence is there on top of being a big man, and a lot of people have it as a pet.

Indeed, even here in the whole city of Astart, don't occasionally see people carrying demons.

I am convinced by one person that that was the case.

The guinea pig I was looking for was black and about 40 cm in size. During the walk, it suddenly rained heavily and I was surprised by the sound of thunder, so I ran off somewhere.

"Hey... I wonder if Kroske won't be able to rumble either... Kroske"

"It's okay. Your sister and brother will find you."

The girl - it looks like Sharon - sounds sad to hear.

It must be a fine family for Sharon, who is a pet even though he is a demon.

Though it's a pretty cheap name for it.

I'm not sure about my family or anything, but I feel like finding you.

It's hard for me to suddenly disappear from the existence I've been with.

"Ma'am, is there anything left to smell like crosquet? Your favorite toy? Hopefully, there's nothing wrong with getting dirty."

"Then...... I liked this bone stuffed animal and I always played with it. I don't care how they treat me because I seem to be getting tired of it these days"

I received a stuffed animal from my mother and pressed my nose against it.

"……… Mr. Yuri, what are you doing?"

Phyllia listens with a donned voice but ignores it and proceeds with the analysis of the smell.

The smell of perfume...... this is your wife.... the smell of the beast, is this it?

"I found the smell of crosquet. I'm going to look in the city. Let's go, Phyllia."

"Oh, me too? Don't you need me?

"If you don't want to follow me, I won't do the request fulfillment fee."

I won't allow you to work just for equal pay.

"I don't like it, it's not like I'm leaving Yuri anymore.... Sharon, wait a minute. I'll be right back, okay?

"Yeah!"

Feelia switches her attitude quickly and waves at Sharon.

What a speed of change……….