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

When we finished shopping, there was a crowd on the main street as we headed to the guild.

My nose smells noisy in the center of that person's circle.

Smells like blood.

By mistake, it's in the middle of the city and it doesn't smell good.

From what the crowd is doing, there seems to be no doubt that something happened.

As I was trying to find out what was going on, my blonde stubborn head entered my sight.

The one who sold the material last time.

Who was he...? Without remembering, that one notices us and approaches us.

"Oh you guys. I never thought I'd be like this."

"You... are an exploding head."

I gave up remembering my name.

He still has a head like a cow, and that's the only name he should have had.

"It's Babandongas! Damn it, remember your name. It would have an impact."

"That's a bad idea to have too much head impact than a name."

"Don't blame me for your lack of memory!

Babandongas turns to the center of the crowd after putting in the penetration.

"What happened?

"Sounds like a homicide."

"Murder, is…………?

Murder. It sounds noisy.

I thought the feeling that I had spent a few days in the city was that the security of this city wasn't bad, but apparently it wasn't quite right either.

Babandongas looks rude and opens his mouth.

"Oh. There's been an outbreak of indiscriminate killings in this city these days. The killer is called Reaper, but he seems to be very handsome, and the Knights are burning their hands."

"Are you strong? That's good to hear."

My whole body is full of blood.

I haven't had a fight with a strong enemy lately. I'd love to fight.

"... you guys, what's your name?

Babandongas asked quietly looking at us like that.

"Yuri."

"It's Filia."

"I can tell by the signs. You guys are pretty strong, aren't you? But it is better not to be alarmed. It's advice from the elderly."

Babandongas, isn't that a good one? I'm sorry I made fun of your head.

But that's all I have to say.

I wave my finger "chitchat" at Babandongas.

"I appreciate the advice. But I'm an elf anyway, aren't I? Better not think of it as old as it looks."

Babandongas glances at the words and gazes at Phyllia.

Babandongas, looking through from top to bottom, squeaks his voice with his trembling lips.

"I don't think such a cute kid seems so much older than me...... you mean, like, a hundred years old or something......?

Well, he's got the guts to suddenly put him on a three-digit platform.

- But it's still sweet.

"I guess it's not like that. I remember the art of putting people in so much. My prediction is that the four digits are light."

"Because I'm seventeen! Don't be rude."

Phyllia broke into our conversation with anger.

"... or I think I told Yuri my age when I first met her?

Phyllia is pumped and angry as she says "mmm".

That's a great part of the picture, but I don't want to be angry with you.

"Babandongas. You, don't you have a delicacy to ask a woman how old she is?

I try to push Babandongas to sin.

"Oh, is it my fault!?

"Mr. Yuri is sorry."

"Right. Sorry, sorry."

But I couldn't. Reality is extraordinary.

We talked a little after that, but Babandongas blocked the conversation on the way.

"Oops. I'm sorry, but I'm going to be rude with this. I'm worried about my sister."

I hear Babandongas has a sister.

I guess it worries me that there was a case like this.

"That's what you think, sister."

"Oh, Walthemia is a living thing in my life."

"That's it..."

"You can't do this. Walthemia's waiting. I'm going home."

That being said, Babandongas apparently ran off to his sister named Walthemia.

"You're a good sister."

"Right. I think it's a little too far………………"

It's not normal in there to even say that it's viable.

By the way, my life is muscular.

"Well... and. Suppose you go see Reaper?"

"What, now!?

"Otherwise, there might be more victims."

"That is…… an honest argument, isn't it? Unusual for Mr. Yuri."

Even I can think about other people.

Well, it's not like I want to fight and can't wait.

"But you said you were going to see me, how are you going to get there?

"Who do you think I am? This nose tells us where the killer is."

I touch my nose with my fingers.

"If you follow the direction where the victim smells blood, there's the killer ahead."

That's what I said, and Phyllia clapped her hand like she was impressed.

"Ooh. That's a really sensitive nose."

Phyllia brings her face closer to mine. On my nose, to be exact.

I hope you don't do that because you're cute.

"…… or it's usually me, but at times like this, you turn your head."

What are you talking about?

"It's always going around. I'm intelligent."

"Once again - just leave the joke on your face - oh. I think you're not intelligent enough for your regular Mr. Yuri. Times are intellectual characters. I mean, it's me!

Phyllia straining her chest by saying so.

I look at it sideways and immediately take my gaze off.

"You have no chest muscle. Work out more."

"Mm, your breasts don't matter! Yuri's ridiculous!

Phyllia held herself to hide her impoverished breasts.

I broke up the conversation there and concentrated on tracking the smell.

Reaper... I look forward to seeing how strong he is.