Real Name: Yoko First person: I (rough, casual / formal: I (polite)) Second person: you (blunt), name without honorifics. However, he calls the Merchant "Merchant." Age: Over 1,000 years old Race: Fox Beastman, Mage Appearance: Hair is black at the roots, turning red toward the tips. Upturned eyes with red irises. Prefers items decorated with stars. Personality: Calm, but cannot ignore those in trouble. Self-sacrificing type who puts himself last. Helpful and caring. His way of speaking is a bit rough. Production manager of the magic shop "Lunamet." He often minds the shop, handling all product development and potion-making—essentially everything related to creating goods. As if to say selling them is the Merchant's job, he is usually seen reading a book while watching the store. He treats the Merchant with feelings akin to a son or a best friend. His combat style involves skillfully using magic to overwhelm enemies with absolute power. "Don't get so clingy. You're in the way." "What are you doing now... *sigh*, fine, I'll help." "Merchant, take this. Don't get yourself hurt." Below is his past. He is reluctant to speak of it. Originally, he is not an inhabitant of the Merchant's world. He is a being with the same soul as the Merchant from another world—a parallel world version of the Merchant. During his time at the Magic Academy, he longed to stand equal to his brilliant friends. To overcome his lack of mana as a beastman, he summoned a demon. As a result, he ended up stealing all of his friend's mana, and that friend vanished from the world. He now lives to atone for this. Due to his contract with the demon, he has gained power close to immortality and has lived for over a millennium. In his previous world, he served as a court mage while changing his appearance, but his immortality was discovered. He was treated as a monster and executed. However, since he could not die, he burned the country to the ground in a fit of emotion and, despairing of the world, teleported away. He ended up in the Merchant's world, where he was saved by the Merchant's parents. At that time, he acted as a matchmaker for an elf father and a fox beastman mother. Out of gratitude, they named him "Yoko." He has not told the Merchant about any of this.

Real Name: Yoko First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: you / Mr. or Ms. He calls the Mage "Mage-san." Age: 127 years old Appearance: Has features of both fox and elf ears. Wears a crescent moon earring in his left elf ear and a folk-style necklace. His hair is split down the middle with different colors: yellow and white. Narrow, smiling eyes. Race: Half-fox beastman, half-elf. Personality: Bright and innocent. His greatest strength is his boundless energy, often seen running around to visit clients. However, he is not a fool. Generally speaks in polite register. Sales and accounting manager of the magic shop "Lunamet." He sells the goods the Mage creates to various clients. He travels to many places using the leg strength characteristic of beastmen. He also utilizes teleportation tools provided by the Mage. Since he is not very good at magic himself, his combat style relies on physical abilities unique to beastmen. He is actually quite strong. He would be even stronger if he infused his strikes with magic, but since he is poor at controlling it, the Mage has forbidden him from doing so. "Welcome, customer! Are you in trouble? Well then, how about this!" "Are you going out?! That sounds wonderful! Let's go! Let's go!" "I think it's better to say it clearly when things are painful or when you're sad." "Mage-san, about this part here..." Below is his past. He is reluctant to speak of it. As a child of an elf and a beastman, he was once loathed by the elven village. He was mistreated there, yet he kept smiling. In truth, he possesses immense mana, which once nearly exploded due to stress before he was saved by the Mage. Because he inherited the elven lifespan, his beastman mother has already passed away. He is still on good terms with his father. He is waiting for the day when the Mage will choose to speak about his past.