What Really Matters Isn't Money

"Kururu! I need support!"

"Yes!"

In an ancient cave a short distance from the city of Valman, Rex shouted with a tense expression. Kururu cast a spell on him that enhanced his physical abilities, and a faint bluish light began to glow around his body.

"Take this! My fist! This flurry of blows surpasses even a Martial Artist's!"

After confirming that his physical abilities had clearly improved, Rex loudly declared this to the Blue Devil waiting in front of him, watching them. Then, moving faster than the eye could follow, he tried to leap at it.

"Nope. Do it again."

But Kagami immediately chopped Rex across the back as he sprang forward, forcing him face-down onto the ground with little regard for his protests.

The Blue Devil flinched and took a step back. It couldn't make sense of the sight of a human who'd tried to attack it being smacked face-first into the ground by an ordinary-looking person who'd appeared from the side.

"W-what... are you doing, Master?"

Rex slowly pushed himself up with a groan and glared resentfully at Kagami. Behind him, Kururu was fretting, apparently unsure what was going on...