"Oh, that's right! Yesterday, at the Guild, I found a vacant job position! However, I don't think that It is suitable for you, your high… ahem, Yamhs-sama."

Correcting her speech while coughing, Martha informed Yamihr that she had found a job in the Guild.

Eyes gleaming from joy, Yamihr couldn't hide his excitement. He slammed the utensil he is using on the table and abruptly stood up.

"Ehh! Wh-what kind of job is it!? Is it one of the Guild's staff!?"

"We-well, you can consider it a Guild's staff. However! For a child to do that kind of thing is…"

Martha held her face as she folded her arms filled with worry and uncertainties. She looks troubled and undecided.

"What is it!? What is it!?"

Yamihr's excitement didn't fade as he started waving his hands up and down eager to know what kind of job it was.

"It is Dismantler, Yamhs-sama."

"Dismant...ler?"

Yamihr tilted his head in confusion. Back in Japan, All he does is eat, sleep, and work. He didn't know what a dismantler is!

"Yes, that's right! Dismantler is responsible for skinning the monster's hide and meat. We, at the Guild, sell those skinned pelts/ hides and meat to retail stores or through the Merchant Guild."

"What? Skinning monsters?..."

How should I know!? In Japan, I know that there is a factory that processes meat but I don't know how to.

Furrowing his brows, Yamihr utilizes his brain cells as they searching on his memory relating to Dismantling.

'Hmm? Perhaps it is like a 'Sashimi'? Is that how it is?'

"Hmm……"

Yamihr closed his eyes and folded his arms pretending to think while his eyebrows twitch from time to time. After a while, he opened them again and stared at Martha with a smirk plastered on his face while pointing his finger forward.

"I'd like to try it! Dismantling!"

Martha gave him a worried glance, hesitant if she would let him do it or not. Series of distressed humming sounds filled the entire dining room.

"What's wrong, Martha? Is there a problem?"

"Hmm… well, it really is a problem, you see… Hmm, how should I explain it… It's better if you see it for yourself, Yamhs-sama."

Curious as to what Martha was trying to say, we departed to the Adventurer's Guild after finishing our breakfast. What came into view is…

"Muscles!?"

It's a room full of muscles. Flexing their biceps as they chop the meat. Or showing their back muscles for viewing.

Martha started to slowly distance herself as if she were fleeing in disgust with her fish-eyed poker face.

"Somehow, I feel like we've entered a different room. Isn't that right, Martha?"

"No… This is the Adventurer's Guild Dismantling area."

Someone noticed us standing near the entrance as he made way and greeted us. It is a Macho man with a friendly mutton chop type of beard style. He is called, Macchio. (Yes, I know what you are thinking.)

"Oh, if it isn't Martha-dono! Is it a new order!? Don't worry and dump all the materials here! We are fine and kicking! As a matter of fact, we want more! Can you, please? I vow on my muscles that we will deliver it on time!" *kiira* (Sparkle*)

Macchio-san started ranting as soon as he saw Martha. He even made a vow while kissing his biceps. I can even see a gleam on his teeth as he smiles.

Yamihr can hear the labored breathing of the workers in the room. However, It was not out of exhaustion but out of enjoyment and fulfillment.

"Are they M? They are M, right!?"

Somehow my impression of Dismantling job is a Narcissistic job full of muscle heads who are M's.

"Oooh! They even have a muscle woman here! What a beautiful figure!"

"..."

"You have that kind of fetish, Yamhs-sama?..."

"N-No! I-I'm not…!"

When Yamihr saw a woman equipped with six-pack abs with a toned figure, he couldn't help but praise her. Martha's eyes narrowed as blood lust started seeping out from her.

"And who might this child be, Martha-dono?"

Noticing the child that accompanied Martha, Macchio raised the subject. In turn, she turned her eyes to the Macho man who's still filled with blood lust. Macchio flinched a little seeing her like this.

"Oh, he is Yamhs-sama. He would like to work as a Dismantler. Can you guide him?"

Macchio frowned when he heard the application. He turned his head on Yamihr and started inspecting him with his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph! Him? A child? You must be kidding, Martha-dono! Look at him! Can he even hold a knife with those lousy arms? Well, even if he can, he can't pierce a monster's hide!"

"We-well, you can assign him with a much simpler and smaller dismantling job?..."

Martha persuades the Macho man seeing that the situation turned unfavorable. Knowing that Yamihr held back Martha as he stepped forward.

"I'll let you see who's lousy or not!"

With his head held high, Yamihr snorted as he stood proudly in the midst of Macho monsters surrounding him while Martha looked worried on the sideline.