Magic? Muscle Is Much More Important Than Such A Thing! Chapter 8

Needle looks hurt to touch.

Returning from the forest, we immediately go to the guild. That’s because we have to report about the appearance of such obviously out of the place magical beast at a forest that often visited by beginner adventurers immediatelly, after all.

I and Firia enter the guild, and move toward the foremost guild counter.

“There was a brokkina inside that forest!?”

“Yes. Here, I even have the raw material.”

I show the fl.u.s.tered receptionist girl the yellow-thing that I pluck from atop brokkina’s head.

Thanks G.o.d it didn’t explode without left anything. If I don’t have any proof, not just she won’t believe me, she even might suspects me, after all.

“If my presume is right, this is indeed the fruit atop brokkina’s head…. We greatly grateful for your information.”

After saying so, the receptionist girl fl.u.s.teredly goes to the room inside the counter.

I who is left behind there could only scratch the nape of my neck.

Well, it’s indeed would be bad if they don’t take any measurement about this case soon, after all, so it can’t be helped if she just left us as it is.

….for now let’s just sell the raw material.

I try to move to the next counter.

“Say, lad, do you have a time?”

At that time, suddenly there’s a voice come from my rear.

The one there is a man with stern face and blond hair that stands till its tip like a needle.

His feature looks wild but from what I can see, perhaps he is around twenty years old.

“Who are you?”

I shortly ask that man.

I can somehow perceive that man’s ability from his appearance.

That man… is strong. Very strong to the point any magical beasts at the forest of death or brokkina are far inferior compared to him.

“I’m Babandon’gas. I’m an adventurer similarly like you and the Miss there.”

The man before me is frankly stating his name, and then he talks again.

“That material, could you sell it to me? I’ll properly pay for it, after all.”

“…the reason?”

“Ah, um… I have a little sister, you see, and her birthday is close by. The part atop brokkina’s head is normally called as ‘overhead fruit’ but actually it’s a high quality demon stone. My little sister is very fond to demon stone, you see, but it’s kinda hard to find any rare demon stone.”

The man who named himself as Babandon’gas says so while scratching his pointed hair, perhaps to hide his embarra.s.sment.

I can’t feel any ill-will from his action. It seems like he isn’t lying.

“What do you think, Firia?”

“I don’t see any problem with it. To begin with, it isn’t mine, after all.”

“If that’s the case then I don’t mind it either.”

If Firia has no problem with it then so do I.

I hand over the overhead fruit to Babandon’gas.

“Are you sure about it? Thank you!”

He takes the material and in exchange Babandon’gas hands over some money to us.

“You sure save me, here. That little sister of mine, she was always very persistent about demon stone, you see. Personally, I even have went to the forest of death to hunt some magical beasts but unfortunately I couldn’t find any good demon stone. Since I’ve heard that there was a very strong humanoid magical beast deep inside that forest, after all.”

After saying so, Babandon’gas turns his back on us, and start walking to leaves the guild with a pleased face.

“Ah, can I ask you about one thing?”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

To Babandon’gas who looks back at us, I point at his needle-like pointed hair.

“Your head seems like might erupting, but, are you okay?”

“This is such hair style, you know!”

Seems like that is one kind of hair style.

We already have no business here so we leave the guild and return to the inn.

“That man seems very strong, wasn’t he?”

“You’re right. Perhaps he might even stronger than me.”

If I still live inside that forest perhaps I won’t ever meet such powerful existence, don’t I?

…somehow, it make me exited.

“Why do you look that happy? That’s why battle junkies are….”

Firia astonishedly murmurs so.

“I’m not a battle junkies, call me muscle junkies.”

“I think that’s also could be referred as an insult, though.”

“Muscle, muscle.”

“I beg you, please talk with a language that could be understood by human.”

To be unable to understand muscle lingo, that means your perseverance is still lacking, you know? Do your best, Firia.