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Naturally, Melia alone could not possibly eat up all of Yuna's food, and the same food was placed in front of us.

 

 

'Can you at least make us something we can eat?"

'Oh, don't worry, I can eat it just fine. Melia ate it, too."

She ate it, too. ......, though she was unconscious for an hour after that.

 

 

　It had evolved into a deleterious substance that could now be called a weapon.

 

　 　If this and Irma's explosions are used together, they may easily be able to defending the territory.

　Kurt was thinking about this when suddenly a foreign object was thrown into his mouth.

 

 

"What are you doing? Huh!?"

I can make it taste good, right?　I came to this territory to eat this, remember?"

"Weed ......, it only tastes like weed ......."

 

 

　The lush aroma wafting from the item in your mouth.

　A bite will fill one's mouth with bitterness and astringency.

　Perhaps the leaves are healthy, but from Kurt's perspective, it just tastes like a weed that has been forced into a culinary style.

 

 

'Eating this weed gives a kind of piquancy and motivation,"

Hmmm, piquant?"

 

 

　Certainly something stimulating to the tongue.

　It further spread to the whole body and .......

 

 

Numb grass,......, is a poison plant.

'What the hell are you feeding me?"

 

 

　He slaps his desk unintentionally.

 

 

'So, but aren't people often say?　'The rotten ones taste the best.'

"It's not rotten!　It's poisoned!"

'But it tastes good, right?"

It tastes awful!"

 

 

　Yuna's shoulders slumped in disappointment, as if the confession had been too shocking.

 

 

"I know, right? It's so bad I think I'm going to throw up. ...... I've often been told that the food she cooks is a poison. Her cooking is a miracle drug.'

 

 

　Kurt, who was about to use the same thing, couldn't argue with those words.

 

　Then Irma arrived just then.

 

 

'I heard that you prepared a lethal drug for me,' she said.

 

 

　She didn't say anything at all, and the timing was so perfect that it seemed as if she was just checking on the situation.

 

 

It wasn't a drug!　It's a proper meal!

That's even better. Let's see. ......"

 

 

　Irma was tasting Yuna's food lightly with her fingers without listening to what others were saying.

 

　
"Aha!"

　

 

　Naturally, she immediately vomited and collapsed, but still, perhaps with the persistence of an alchemist, she did not lose consciousness; on the contrary, she remained collapsed and approached Yuna with slow movements, as if she were a zombie.

 

 

"This is the one, this is the one. This is the best venom I've been looking for."

"Oh, really?

Oh, by all means, could you prepare a large batch of this?

"You didn't eat much, so there's quite a bit left over. Would you like to take all of it?"

Of course!

 

 

　Irma triumphantly accepts a large pot from Yuna.

　She carried it to the laboratory with her both hands full of joy.

 

 

 

　◇◇◇

Meanwhile, Slime was infiltrating the Grand Duke Kasteen's mansion.

　Although he was not thinking or acting in any particular way, he naturally felt warm when he was around Kurt.

　Perhaps it was because he had grown hands for him.

 

　That is why it was not that he was thinking about something in particular, but he just wanted to move for the sake of that person.

　He was moving around the corner of the mansion with such a vague feeling.

 

　The servants were moving around in a hurry.

　Perhaps because there were so many tasks to be done, they were not even aware of the slime at the end of the room.

 

　Upon closer inspection, the corners of the room were covered with dust.

　Absorbing the dust, the slime slowly moves toward its destination.

　The slime is aiming for the study of the Grand Duke Kasteen.

　Something about that man saying, "The documents I need are ......," but the slime didn't quite understand.

　It was also Kurt's loss to think that the slime, a monster, could recognize what a study was in the first place.

　He was told that he should eat the paper garbage in one of the rooms for now, so he digested it from one end to the other.

 

　The result was a clean room without a single dust speck.

　The whole place was so clean that the commotion gradually grew louder and louder.

　Who in the world is doing such careful cleaning?

 

　The servants, who have been watching the Grand Duke's rotten ways up close and personal, have learned too much about how to cut corners.

　Why would anyone clean up a mansion after all these years?

 

　Some scoffed.

　Others think it is just another flirtation.

 

　But if the Grand Duke's intentions were also behind this bizarre behavior, the slime's unthinking behavior unexpectedly throws the whole house into further chaos.