"Kuu ~"
The newborn beast rang.
That's good.
It wasn't too loud, but I was relieved to think that this was the birth voice.
Servant beasts secretly worried deeply after they knew that there were cases where they didn't hatch from eggs.
I'm really glad you were born.
A service beast like that, apparently broke the shell of an egg with two horns grown on his head.
Shake his head lightly and sift off the egg shell on the corner.
Then he tried to get up with his four thin feet, trembling his legs.
But it's hard to get up with a small body that's just been born.
Your feet are shaking like a newborn deer.
"Good luck!"
When I looked at him desperately trying to squeeze his strength, my voice came out naturally.
Hold your hands tight and keep calling out for good luck.
A service beast that succeeds in standing up with great strength as if it responds to the support.
He raised his face as if he were "what do you think" and shook his applause unexpectedly when he saw him poking his pride horn into the sky.
Animals are good after all.
I've grown vegetables so far, but seeing creatures living hard is still a shaking thought.
I even remembered that feeling unexpectedly.
Cucumber?
Looking at me like that, I wonder what happened to the beast with the neck.
I began to observe the beast again, gesturing that it was nothing.
There are two horns growing in my head.
It's not straight, it's bent or split several times.
However, because it has a wide corner, I got the impression that it is more like a reindeer than a deer.
Hair grows in the body, and the hair is straight white.
Now there is a clear, thick liquid like egg white that has just been removed from the egg, but if it is gone, you may enjoy rough hair.
And your body feels like a horse with four legs walking.
I've never seen reindeer in my previous life, but I think they're closer to the shape of a salad type horse than reindeer or reindeer.
At present, it is small enough to be on the palm of my hand, but if I grow up, I may be able to carry my luggage.
However, I don't think there was much hair on the whole body of the horse I knew.
Should he call it a horse or a reindeer?
Considering that, the beast who was looking at my face started acting differently.
I started eating shells of eggs that were lying on the floor.
For a moment, I wonder if it is okay to eat something like that.
However, because eating it was only natural, I will keep looking at it for now.
"Speaking of which, what does this guy eat?
As I watched the horse go back to eating while chewing the burrs and egg shells, I encountered a new question.
The shell of the egg is about to run out.
Servants have a special ecology in which eggs are born by absorbing magic, but they must be creatures.
And the problem is that each of the beasts that have been born has a different ecology.
According to the story I heard from the pedestrians, the riding dragon is a carnivore.
It seems to be more fuel-efficient, but if you don't feed me meat every day, I will naturally die.
But not all beasts are carnivorous.
Every Service Beast born has a different diet.
It really feels like a different kind of creature.
The fact that the servant beast eggs are close to gambling is also related to this.
It seems that even though the eggs were lucky enough to hatch with the aim of making a one-shot reversal of money, there are also many failures where they cannot be raised without earning food money.
I know how you feel.
I can't live a luxurious life eating meat every day, even for poor farmers.
It is a real tough question whether it can be given to a servant beast cubs who is uncertain whether or not it can be sold.
What the hell does he eat after all?
Looks like the cub finished eating the egg shell.
I ate it clean so as not to leave any fragments in my mouth.
I guess I'm still hungry.
I mean, what should I do if I am asked for breast milk here now?
Of course, there is no body, ability or magic to breastfeed me.
The cubs approached me in a hurry and rubbed my head against my pants.
What is it, man?
What the hell are you talking about?
I was surprised by the mysterious behavior, but it didn't actually seem like I was asking for something.
After rubbing my head, my gaze rang to me and rubbed my head again.
Apparently, it was just a sweetness or a sign of love.
Cute.
After sweetening me for a while, I climbed up on my feet and slept on them.
What am I supposed to do? It's too scary.
Apparently, the newly born Service Beast was a great match for me.
Well, I have a lot to worry about, but I'll keep it for now.
I decided to stop thinking about it and stroke the back of a young servant beast sleeping on my feet.