“First time seeing meat?”
Salk snapped at the others, who were staring at him, and found a flat stone to place over the campfire Bash had built.
Then he neatly placed the chunks of meat he had brought onto it.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The meat cooked, giving off a savory smell.
Before the meat was even fully cooked, Salk chopped it up and ate it ravenously.
‘Gulp.’
‘Swallow.’
The party watching him swallowed automatically.
However, it did not lead to action.
To them, Salk was still a terrifying presence.
As time passed and the meat steadily disappeared into Salk’s stomach, a frivolous sound burst out.
Rumble.
Regardless of his will, Bash’s stomach had rumbled.
Sharp gazes pierced Bash.
“Don’t be like that.
Considering my size, it’s understandable.”
Being twice the size of others, Bash was someone who easily polished off two portions on a normal day.
“Eliza is bigger in size, though?”
Gipel interjected.
There was no way he would miss such a golden opportunity to tease.
However, he was far too ignorant of a woman’s heart.
“Yeah, my forearms are thick.
What are you going to do about it?”
No matter how much of a mercenary Eliza was, she was still a woman.
There was no woman who would be happy to be told she was bulky.
Just as she raised her clenched fist to strike, she heard a sound that saved Gipel.
“Hey, can’t you be quiet?
If you’re going to eat, shut your mouths and stuff it in.”
Salk, whose eating speed had slowed down significantly as if he was full, looked at Bash and spoke.
The party hesitated, unable to readily join in.
Everyone was still still hadn’t shaken off their fear.
“B-By any chance, are you of the Demon Race?”
As everyone remained silent, Gipel, who had the strongest curiosity, asked cautiously.
His black hair and black eyes, rarely seen on the Brachion Continent, and the current situation, prompted the question.
He said it because records of the Demon Race he had seen in history books came to mind.
“Demon Race, my ass.”
“Then how did you fall from the sky…”
“If you don’t want to eat, then don’t.”
Cutting off Gipel’s question abruptly, Salk tore off a piece of meat and brought it to his mouth.
At his action, Bash glared at Gipel as if he wanted to kill him.
The part Salk had torn off was golden brown and looked the most delicious, and Bash had been eyeing it.
But because Gipel had needlessly intervened, it had entered someone else’s mouth.
Rumble.
Once again, Bash’s stomach churned.
Salk spoke without even looking.
“Eat.”
“Thank you.”
Bash smiled brightly as if he had been waiting and brought the meat to his mouth.
If he had been a puppy, he probably would have wagged his tail until it fell off.