"Ku ~"
A newborn servant beast rang out.
Good.
Not very loud, but I was horrified to think this was the production.
The servant beast secretly caused anxiety in the depths of his heart after he assumed that there were also cases of not hatching from eggs.
I'm sincerely glad you were born.
Such a servant beast, but apparently used two horns grown on his head to break the egg shell.
Shake your head gently and sift off the egg shell that was on the corner.
And the next thing I knew, I tried to get up with those four thin legs shaking my legs.
But I guess it's also hard to get up in a newborn little body.
My legs are shaking like a freshly born deer with a pull.
"Come on!"
As I watched him squeeze his power to desperately try to stand, his voice came out naturally.
Hold your hands tight. Come on. Keep calling out for good luck.
Servicebeast who succeeds in getting up viscid with a good effort as if to respond to that support.
I accidentally applauded him when I saw him raise his face and make him stick his proud horns into heaven as if he were "how about" chest.
Animals are still good.
I've grown vegetables so far, but it still shakes my heart to see the creature live so hard.
I even remembered being impressed by the thought of that by accident.
"Cu?"
Look at me like that, a servant beast with a neck to wonder what's going on.
While gesturing in the wind that it was nothing, I began to observe the servant beast again.
The number of horns growing on your head is two.
It is not straight, but bent or branched several times.
However, I got the impression that it was more of a reindeer-like horn than a deer because it was a horn with a horizontal width.
The body has hair and the hair is white straight hair.
It now has a clear dropped liquid like egg whites just backwards from the eggs, but if that goes away, you might enjoy the salacious hairs.
And my body feels like a horse in shape with four legs on foot.
I've never seen a reindeer in my previous life, but I think it's closer to being in shape than a reindeer or deer like a salabred type horse.
It's small enough to likely be in the palm of my hand at the moment, but if it grows and grows, there's a chance that I'll be able to carry as much luggage.
I just don't think there was much hair growing all over my body looking like a horse I knew.
Should he be called a horse or a reindeer after all?
Thinking, for example, that the servant beast who was looking at my face began to act differently.
I started eating egg shells that were still rolling on the floor.
For a moment, I wonder if it's okay to eat something like that.
However, it was just a behavior that I didn't say it was normal to eat it, so I'll just keep looking at it for now.
"What do you eat when it comes to him?
I went to a new question as I watched the horsemanship eat as it chewed up burrs and egg shells.
The egg shell is almost gone.
The servant beast has a special ecology that eggs are born by sucking away magic, but it makes no difference that they are creatures.
And it seems that each of the servant beasts that have come into question have a different ecology.
A pedestrian or something tells me that dragon riding is carnivorous.
He prefers straw and fuel consumption, but if he doesn't give meat every day, he naturally dies.
But not all servant beasts are carnivores.
Each born servant beast eats differently.
They really make it feel like a different kind of creature or something.
This also has to do with the fact that servant beast eggs are close to gambling.
He put his hand on the servant beast's egg thinking about making money from a one-shot reversal, and although he was lucky enough to have the egg hatched, there are also many failed examples of not being able to earn a feed and grow it.
I know how you feel.
I can't live in luxury eating meat every day, either.
It is a realistically tough issue to say whether it can be given to the young beast of the servant beast, who is also uncertain whether it can be sold.
I wonder what the hell he eats.
Looks like the young beast finished eating the egg shell when he thinks so.
I eat it clean so that I don't leave a single shard in my mouth.
I guess I'm still hungry.
Or what if they demand milk here now?
Of course you have no flesh, no ability, no magic to breastfeed me.
The young beast approached Totetote against me in panic and rubbed his head slyly against my pants sitting there.
What the fuck?
What the hell are you trying to say?
I was surprised by the mysterious behavior, but it didn't actually seem to be demanding anything.
After I rubbed my head sleazy, my gaze turned to me and I rang "cu" and rubbed my head again.
Apparently it was simply sweet or something like a testament to dearness.
Cute.
After being sweet on me for a while, he now climbed loosely over my leg wearing an agua and fell asleep on my leg as it was.
I don't know what to do. You're too frightened.
Apparently, the newborn servant beast was brilliantly connected to me.
Well, there's a lot to worry about, but let's keep it now.
I decided to stop thinking about it and stroke the back of a young servant beast sleeping on my feet.