Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

This time, I am officially invited to come to Wolfanaea. I should have noticed. Alternatively, we should have done a little digging. At the very least, you should have asked around Jash.

What I notice... was a hint. But I didn't realize. If I'd known, I wouldn't have come if I'd noticed! You should have refused to do anything with a pseudo-morbidity! Now I regret fiercely!!

"It's happening again this year! Sponsored by the Wolfaneer Royal Family, Muscle Festival!!

Yes, I was called for a muscle festival! Because she's a meat saint!? Damn it! I'm wearing the Valkyrie face I just bought because I don't want to make a face. By the way, I unlocked the illusion magic.

No, I did think the macho rate was high. But Wolfaneer seems stronger than Kristia = Macho is preferred by men, so I didn't realize why the Macho rate was higher from the beginning. Now I think about matcho drinks (with proteinaceous ingredients), matcho grills (the point is matcho doll grills) … there were also a lot of matcho products. I was just relaxing, wondering if it was a cultural difference. I want to hit myself!

Muscle festival... it's a muscle festival. It is the festival that determines the most beautiful muscles in Wolfanaea. The superior is given the honor of participating in the muscle parade, and the winner gets the prize and the right to work as a knight in the castle… Apparently.

"I want to go home..."

Dirk has also become a judge as one of the heroes. Apparently I was originally called to be a judge.

"Sorry..."

"This is exactly what it is to avenge your gratitude! Jess's idiot!

"I didn't know! I can't believe that an idiotic proposal was passed to call the Virgin of the Meat because it's a muscle festival... Lord, I'm so sorry!

I was grounded. Please don't. I seriously have trouble with royal dungeons or something!

"If it's not the Lord! I can't help what they called me. Honestly, I don't like Golimaccio, but I'll do my best."

The royal palace garden was liberated and the stage was being built. The judges are the King, Dear Judas, Jess, me and Dirk. There are other mysterious Macho fathers of muscle critics and last year's winner Macho. By the way, my right is the dilk and my left is the winning macho, but I think it might be too much of a place. He's a winning macho and he's fat. I leaned over to Dirk and he made me look happy when I got stuck. Come on, if it's not in public (self-regulation)

Muscle festival begins, muscular Osama on stage... no, a lot of young, but he just looks like Osama.

I comment and dot each one, but the order has turned for me too.

"How about the Virgin?

"You can't. I'm not."

"Hey? I think it's a fine muscle..."

"It just looks like it. Not supple. Muscles aren't decorations! It's only because it's practical!

"Yeah? Hey, Rosalind?

Dirk panicking because the contestants and I went into a sinister mood. But he'll be even more surprised.

"Dilk, take it off!

"... what?

"Dilk, take it off!!

"Yep, yep!? Or, hey!? Break it! Break it! Don't force me to take it off!!

Dilk's upper body forced off by me and exposed. That's a good ab to change.

"Look at this pragmatic, overbearing muscle! Wasteless supple and flexible muscles!! This muscle is the supreme! Lie down before the beauty without waste!

Me talking hot and dilk muscles. But the mockery echoed.

"Such a heroic body makes me laugh at the best or something. Though the Virgin of Meat, she's a little girl. You don't know how good a muscle is for a kid."

"You know what I mean? However, your muscles are too unnatural to be beautiful. It looks rather ugly and snoring. If the muscles work out too hard, they enlarge the guts and also put loads on the heart. Historical winners would be short-lived, wouldn't they? Just do a little research and you'll find out, right?

The place quieted down.

"... Virgin, is that true?

The muscles next door... weren't, the winner of the previous fiscal year is blue.

"... Yes. Unfortunately, I didn't lie. It's true. Are there any visceral maladies, etc?

"... Yes. No way, I can't believe my muscles erode my body...!

"No, if you loosen your muscles now, you'll probably be fine."

"I'm not convinced! Strength is the strength is the muscle! If that's what you call the best muscle there is, let him fight me!

"Hmm. You have a point. Dirk, what do we do?

"Huh? You mean matching? Fine."

And that's why I became a muscle mukimuki vs dilk. Moderators avoid chairs and desks and make the stage wider.

Again, the physique difference is amazing. Dilk is taller too, but the muscle mukimuki he's involved with is a giant guy with two meters.

But Dilk is a man of hero-like physical ability.

"Ah!

"This!"

"Wow!

Muscle Mukimuki is a resolute attack but not a hit. So much so that I wouldn't hit it if I did. So you can't hit it. Dilk seems to be able to afford it. Muscle Mukimuki caught Dilk... not! Avoiding at the critical, he ran to convey his arm and smeared a handknife in his neck. Muscle Mkimki fainted and fell.

"Uh... do you deal with them all?

Everyone is stunned. Dirk snapped his neck. Perhaps Dilk would be okay with dealing with all the participants at once. Besides, you didn't even do magic manipulation. It's another story about whether you had muscle and could use it in action.

"No, he was the winning candidate of the year. We won't beat you. The Virgin of the Meat is right… distracted by the muscles of deception and losing sight of the strength that is intrinsic"

"Right. As the Virgin of Meat says, your muscles are supple, strong and beautiful."

I don't care, Meat Virgin, Meat Virgin.

"I see! Then let's ask you all! What's the winner of the year!?

Highly, the dilk has been called.

Ha, ha. Does this have to be my fault?

"Rosalind..."

"Yes."

"Make it up to you later..."

From his experience with the Knights, Dirk seems to have given up his resistance early. Somehow, it's a desperate look.

"... please tell me what it is. Seriously, I'm sorry!

I sincerely apologized. No, yeah... somehow, I saw all the muscle muckies and I ran wild with a full stomach! But too much muscle building isn't good for your body, so it was good in a healthy way!

And I'm ready for a muscle parade...

Zudodododo... and the roar rang. Huh? What noise?

"Dilk, come on!!

"Don't let him get away, go after him!

"The mess yeah!?

"Don't give up... yahhh!

After a while, Dilk ran away.

"I can't do that! Never!

"To?"

Tea in the separate room, me waiting for Dirk. I was sobbed by a half-naked dilk. Wonderful view. It's an eye blessing. It's a pleasure.

"Parade with one of those pitch pitch pants or whatever punishment game!?

"Oh... it's a muscle parade, right? To show the muscles?"

"Don't be convinced! Anyway Rosalind! Take Me Away!! Right now!

"No, I'm here in diplomacy for once..."

Usually happy! What is it, boycotting festivals in other countries that I have officially visited is not good.

"Yep..."

Dilk is teary-eyed and cute... I just wish I didn't have to boycott the situation.

"I'll do something about it. Let's go, Dilk."

Dirk has been honest with me.

"Ah, Master Dilk!

"Enclose!"

"Don't let them get away with it!

Hey! I'm surrounded by boomerang pants machos! Big and scary!! Stay away from me! Scary, scary, scary! Ha-ha-ha! No, I understand it's the result of being run around but I'm too scared!!

"Dilk..."

Ugh, I'm scared... this isn't convincing! When I saw Dilk in tears, he was beautiful. Why.

"You know, you guys. It's still okay that you chased me around. You worked hard for the festival. [M] But you scare the shit out of me, what?

Yay! Scary, but cool! Huh? Are you clean for me? In Ma Ji? Because you're scared or because you're cool... no, you're both! I'm thrilled. But you're super scared when someone who's usually warm is beautiful!

Now the machos are scared. Yeah. I'm scared, too. I don't have a choice.

"Dirk, thank you for being angry with me. I was just scared."

"Yeah."

Fluffy laughing dilk. Yeah, Dilk has the number one smile, right?

"Well, I've come to complain to you."

"Yes? What is it"

Macchio, who was the winning candidate, asked.

"Dilk's lower body is my thing"

The place shimmered and quieted down. Yeah. You got the rhetoric wrong. No, I'll keep pushing.

"I'm the only one who can look at Dilk's underwear. I'll give you a million steps to allow your upper body exposure, but not your lower body. Unable to allow as a connection"

"No, but it was a tradition..."

I can't help it. Then I'll show you specifics!

"Gora, Camon!

"Hundaka?

Gora snapped her neck cutely.

"Yi Ma... Ke! Allow Clotheless Huge Exclusively"

"Haa!"

Pervert... wasn't, pointed at Leaf Gora and I said.

"Your exposure to this Gora remains unchanged. No, it's dirtier than Gora's."

"Better than that..."

"Dirty..."

Shocked machos. No, it's always the same, huh?

"I don't want to put my beloved connection in public like this! It's just the two of us if you want to have fun!

"You didn't need that information, did you!? Glad you didn't want to show it to someone else, did you?!?

"If it's true... just the two of us, right?

"Ugh... a little bit..."

If I hadn't snapped my neck, I'd be just fine! I'll definitely wear it later!

Something is mozzling with the machos hiding their groins. Are you embarrassed now?

"Wow, what do we do..."

"Wouldn't Wolfaneer have a nice ethnic costume that deserves to show off her muscles? So let's go."

The parade is a big one. For some reason I'm on the float with Dilk too. You don't need me, do you? I don't want to show my face. I'm still wearing your face.

"Hail, Virgin!

"Muscle muscles!

"Rosalindo!!

"Meat! Muscles!"

"Rosalindo"

Somebody did a weird call and response! He's got a subtle muscle bump! Don't say good things!

"Is that the Virgin of Muscles?

"You're only a child, the Virgin of Muscles"

Even the muscular Virgin. Ah no!

Damn right, who the fuck is that guy who called and responded with his muscles! I'm gonna be a muscle saint as it is!

"Long live the Virgin of Muscles!!

"Muscles! Muscles!

"Rosalindo!"

"Mukimuki muscles!

"Rosalindo"

Stop it! Whoa! It's like I'm a muscle mucky! I do have muscles, though! Not in Mukimuki. Wow!

I decided to relieve a lot of stress by watching a great connection.

"Ha... nice dilk..."

"Oh, thank you"

Dirk is wearing a Wolfaneer ethnic costume and Aozai. Plus, the chest only comes with a flirty looking option! I want to turn it around later! No, I'll definitely touch it!

The other machos are wearing the Aozai that only made them. Chiralism also seemed romantic in this world, and the muscles that looked like chills were more popular than boomerang pants. From the following year the muscle festival became the Wolfaneer Martial Arts Games and the parade was wearing Aozai.

Thus, the Muscle Festival ended with a subtle change in the title of the Virgin.

How did this happen!?