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Huu, long time no see. You don't smell like sweat after work, do you?

”...but it's better.

Apparently, he has a severe odor fetish.

”Um...

Huh...

”Oh...

The three of them are dismayed to see the strange behavior of the summoned little girl.

Virum, who noticed this, begins to introduce the piggybacked little girl by patting her head over his shoulder.

''None of the three of you have ever met. This child is Fumil. He is a wolf spirit animal that controls the wind. As you can see, she's a spoiled brat, and my sisters and I treat her like a little sister. Be good to her. ...Huu?

'Hm. Huu is a Huumil. I've heard about you three from my sisters. No one will ever take over Brother Vi's sisterhood.

Hmph, Master Fumil, I presume. My name is Meldina. It's a pleasure to meet you.

This is Cunnalia. Hi, nice to meet you.

It's Miselio! Be good to each other, Huu!

Fumil does not move away from Virum, even though he is encouraged by Virum to introduce himself.

Both Meldina and Cunaria are in such a state, yet they are pressured by the intimidation that emanates from her.

''Hmm, you two are stiff. It's fine to be a poof, like Miselio. If brother Vee approves, then Fuu approves.''

”Oh, just call me Mio then! Meldina is usually too reserved. They still call me ”genie-sama”. It's a good idea to call me Mio, because I don't know who the genie is, and I would like you to call me Mio.

Miselio's unreserved attitude towards everyone is probably a strength as well as a weakness.

''Hmm, nice to meet you, all three of you.

Just as Hoomil's greeting was over, Vilm cut to the chase.

''Well, when the introductions are over, Huu. I have a favor to ask you, okay?

”Hmm, I'll do whatever Brother Vi asks of me.

'You're happy to be relied upon,' said Hoomil, his ears and tail busily twitching.

'Thanks for the help. I heard there was a fight between humans here two days ago, can you trace the scent of blood?

”...

The moment he heard the request from Wyrm, the expression slipped from Fumir's face.

''Oh no... Even though I'm full of Brother Vee's smell and happy...''

As soon as he mumbles, Foumill collapses from his knees and is in the very ORZ (despair) position.

''Uh... I'm sorry, Huu. I won't ask you to force yourself if you don't want to, so don't be so depressed.

He is visibly upset, which is unusual for Virum these days.

After all, since he's called his brother, is he naive to his sister?

''Ugh..., I want to be useful to brother Vee, so I'll do my best. But if you can do it right, I want you to mark the scent of Brother Vi's scent on it...

'Uh... okay. If that's okay with Hoo, I'll do it.

'? I'll do my best! Promise!

Húmir's eyes lit up and motivated as soon as the request was passed.

Immediately, he sniffed out the remnants of blood heading in a different direction from Farren's and crotched on Virum's shoulder, pointing in the direction of the scent.

'That way. Maybe thirty-two. None of them have washed up. It stinks.'

The three of them, other than Virum, were surprised by Foumir's prediction of not only the direction the bandits were in, but also the number of people, but they were somehow convinced by the fact that they were spirit beasts (Virum's family).

After looking at each other's faces and nodding to each other, Virum and the others started to run in the direction that Foomir had indicated.