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

The last and third day of a rapidly increasing number of rest days.

Walk the city with Phyllia, who has finally recovered enough to walk outside.

Exactly. This previous workout seems to have gone a little too far. "I'm finally back to a body where I don't have any pain when I move......" Seeing Phyllia say like I'm tired makes me feel kind of guilty.

"I'm sorry, it was a little too intense three days ago."

"No, there are places where it's like I'm the cause when it comes to the original.... but just because you're in a hurry, you're gonna bust through the door, stop making that a habit, right? Because it costs a lot of money, and your husband pissed me off."

"Okay."

Apparently, Phyllia was noticed by the innkeeper.

Even if you paid them in full, they also told you to leave if the same thing continued?

"Even so, that husband also says strange things. The door is for breaking."

"The door is there to open, absolutely. What do you think it has a handle for?"

I see, a new discovery.

I still have a lot to learn when I'm with Phyllia.

When I'm impressed, Phyllia just apologizes in return.

"Or rather, I'm the one who's sorry. I got more days off."

"No, because thanks to Ashley's worthy medical attention, I was able to go get a request yesterday by myself. I'm not bothering you that much."

Knowing that Phyllia couldn't move due to muscle pain, Ashley took care of Phyllia with such worthiness that it was no longer appropriate to call her nursing care.

Besides, you seem to enjoy it, so Ashley doesn't know.

Well, thanks to that, I was able to fight the crocodile demons yesterday. You'll have to thank Ashley.

"Next time I have to go thank you, Ashley."

"Right."

Walking around the city having such a conversation, Fumiglia stops.

Apparently, he was keeping an eye on one of the products lined up in the outdoor store.

"Mr. Yuri, can I have a little shopping?

"Yeah, we're going out."

Accompany Phyllia and approach the dewstore.

It is the simplest open-air shop to build, with only products on top of the seat.

Phyllia spoke to the shopkeeper there.

Look at the price and buy without hesitation.

When she received the product, she said, "Thank you." The store owner looked distracted and distracted by the smile that Phyllia gave her, but that's irrelevant.

"No, I made a good purchase"

Finishing her shopping, Phyllia almost puts her hand on her cheek when she returns to the inn.

But I don't know what you bought.

"What is that?

"What do you think it is?

Asked back the other way and handed it to me, I look carefully at it.

From what I've seen, it looks like a small black box... What's black is the metal rusting?

I mean, the material is metal? No wonder it's metallic in weight.

Then I'll shake it, but it doesn't make any noise. Even if I smell it, it just smells rusty.

... No, I don't know.

"Surrender. I have no idea what kind of training to use."

"I don't use it for training."

"…… what? So you just bought something you wouldn't use for training?

"Yes, it is..."

"I've never seen him like that before..."

Huh, surprised.

I open my mouth to Pocan and look at Phyllia.

I can't believe I'm buying something that I don't even use for training......

"You are where you are…………"

"People like that are everywhere!?

Come on, Phyllia, you're not everywhere.

Isn't that 30% even if you're there?

"Huh.... Well anyway, this is a demon prop, demon prop!

"Heh."

"Please stop losing interest as soon as possible"

"You've noticed well."

Phyllia frowns muffled by saying, "You'll notice."

I had no choice, so I decided to listen to him.

"This is it, demon props are demon props, but they haven't been used in quite some time."

"Well, I guess so. That's why it's rusty."

"Normally, demon props are pretty expensive, except for some things. It's as strange as selling it to that place. I mean, this demon prop is no longer available. Can we get this far?

"It's getting a little harder"

"Aren't you quick to get confused?

It's hard to explain Phyllia. It's not like I'm retarded. I didn't say no.

In times like this, let's replace them with muscles. That makes it easier to understand.

"I mean, the demon prop is the monk hat, the money is the leech... ok, you made me wait. I understand."

"Now I'm not going to ask you what kind of understanding you're taking."

I don't mind if I ask.

Phyllia looks at me with a mixed face and puts two fingers on her face.

"There are two main reasons why demonic props become unusable. Has it simply broken, or has the magic power inside run out again? The former can't fix it for me, but the latter can fix it by instilling my magic power by adding a wavelength of magic."

"This is pretty high-tech, by the way, isn't it?," said Firia with her chest stretched.

He looks like he could take first place in the Doya Face Contest. There won't be a contest like that though.

"So? What are you gonna do about fixing this?

That's what I say. I throw back demon props to Phyllia.

Phyllia, who received it, laughed niggardly by bringing a demon prop beside her face.

"It's settled, isn't it, I'll put it in an outdoor store. Buy it cheap and sell it high...... Kuku, I'm a genius!

I see you've been thinking about that...

Or are you still trying to make money even though money is accumulating with the reward of the request?

"…… I respect you for thinking small and cunning things."

"What is little cunning, say smart!

"Smart?"

"Cool!

Phyllia cries and imitates woes.

Covering his face with small hands, he sits down on the floor with a girl sitting.

As I remained silent for a while, the gap in Phyllia's hand opened slightly.

"… chira"

……

"… chira"

"Don't look at the flicker, I won't encourage you or anything."

"Uh, why? Encourage me."

'Cause first of all, you're not hurt.

Half-eyed, Phyllia opens her eyes small.

"You know very well that I'm not hurt."

If you're hurt, you don't come looking at me.

Or before that, I'm Phyllia's partner. I know as much as Phyllia thinks.

"Ho, ho, is that so? Heh, heh."

For some reason, Filia suddenly starts to wolf.... You read my mind.

This is the only time I want you to read a habit that I don't read when I want you to.

"As it were, well anyway! Let's try to fix this demon prop! I don't know unless I try to fix it, but I'm sure I have a feeling it's worth a demon prop. Ohh......!

"I hope it's some kind of magic trick where a vicious demon pops out of the inside anyway."

"Oh, normally I don't like it......?

While having such a conversation, Phyllia matches the magic prop with the wavelength of the magic.

Decades later, I found myself distracted from Phyllia's body when she said, "Oh, I think I should." Probably doing exactly the magic transfer right now.

"... Phew, done"

Phyllia wiping sweat on her forehead.

With a satisfied face, he looks down at the black magic prop in his hand.

"So, what kind of magic trick was it after all?

"You should know that from now on............ and lying!?

Suddenly Phyllia's complexion changes.

Seeing that, I assumed it was an emergency, and I immediately took a combat stance.

"What's wrong, Phyllia!

"Stay away from me, Mr. Yuri! This is the magic prop of transfer -"

Phyllia's body becomes clear as she sees it.

"Phyllia!

Before I thought about it, I was stretching out my arms.

Just grab Phyllia's arm.

Vision dyed white at remarkable speed. The five senses that make it less advantageous.

I didn't have time to think about what happened, and my consciousness broke off there.