Wait a second… I feel like I'm being used somehow...
Well, let's not think too much of the boring stuff. Time to get roasting!
I handed them another batch of fruit skewers.
They pounced.
Again.
Absolutely no manners.
Those girls…
Was… was my cooking actually that good?
I glanced at my hands.
'Could this… be my true calling?'
{No, Master. The fruits of Coastelle are inherently irregular compared to conventional fruits. Even without roasting, they'd still—}
(Ah!)
I immediately tuned out that unneeded commentary from the bitter Platform and looked toward my summons.
Tamayo had a little smear of fruit juice at the corner of her lips, sneaking glances at me like she was waiting for something.
The rest of the Specters looked—well, not so thrilled—but strangely content.
Actually they are very satisfied, but NO!
This isn't right!
Giving fruit to a battalion of carnivorous warriors after dragging them through war with a lizard-shaped Principality?!