The prayers of the Spirit Furs, those tiny yet synchronized fluctuations of mental power, surged in an instant.
For a moment, Ruger felt as though he could hear their voices, their blessings for him, their master, and those five brave companions. The pure, heartwarming feeling even soothed the exhaustion from his many days in the Experiment Corner.
"M-Master, did they succeed? Your valiant knights dare to face anything. Even if they undergo some unfortunate changes, they will still be your most loyal furs, the Charging Knights who will always charge into battle for you..."
Stray Hair One seemed a little worried as it watched the Spirit Fur knights curled into balls.
The five Spirit Furs seemed to have reached the final stage. After becoming five balls of fur, they fell still at the bottom of the bottle again. Clearly, this was one of the reasons Stray Hair One was worried.
Ruger smiled and sensed their condition with his mental power.
"You have a good eye, my loyal servant," Ruger said easily. "They're all brave, good furs, and clever, too. They've all succeeded. You're going to have new companions... They'll probably be a little plump. I call them Ball-Forming Symbiotic Fur."
Stray Hair One hopped onto Ruger's shoulder and tilted its furry body.
"Like Mouse Boss?"
As it spoke, it looked back at the potion bottle, whose contents had turned clear, and nodded its furry head. Without waiting for Ruger's reply, it continued.
"Yes, they really do look alike. Just like Mouse Boss's big belly," Stray Hair One marveled. "Wise master, they seem stronger, and perhaps a little smarter, too. The Faith Power they provide has increased a little."
Ruger listened to the God of Spirit Fur's report.
He nodded in satisfaction. This seemed to be a form of growth brought