Once again, he lectured on the edibility of pterodactyls to Noelia, who had skinned the Deer Antelope (Spring Gazelle).
"Dimors Winged Dragons are a habit of swallowing captured prey whole, and teeth are the ones attached to the beak, but when swallowing prey whole, not to chew it up, they seem to be for not dropping it. So I'm gonna cut you in small pieces to make it easy to swallow the whole thing."
I'm taking care of Dimmol myself and I'm letting him tell me what he noticed.
In case I can't take Dimmol in another act, I want her to take care of me that I miss.
For that reason, there was a fever in the words spoken naturally.
"Oh, really? Master Flick seems to have been very keen to take care of Dimor."
Noelia listens enthusiastically to me, but without stopping, she unravels a skinned, round-naked deer antelope (spring gazelle) with a hunting knife.
She is a grand nobleman's courtier, but as an adventurer she has worked more outdoors than normal people, so the dismantling looked familiar.
"Oh, when winged dragons are prey the size they don't get into their mouths, they seem to tear them apart with their toenails, turn them down, and only round them. That's how Dimmol ate the big mad pig (Madness Boar), so I was wondering if the wild ones would do the same."
"Indeed, in the hunting grounds of Yasbah, you also saw the carcass of a demon torn apart by a razor claw in a cool way. So that was after the Wing Dragon meal. But why feed Dimor when he eats wild winged dragons himself?
The demolition of the Deer Antelope (Spring Gazelle) has progressed, asking why Noelia would prepare the bait as Dimor began to cut it into smaller chunks for ease of eating.
"I'm going to get my permission to eat in discipline. Dimmol is adorable, so I wanted to feed him myself. I know you'll eat it yourself if you just give me permission, but that's lonely, or something."
"Huh? Is that all this is about?
Noelia's hand, which was cutting the meat apart, stopped.
Did I say something funny?
It's normal that if you're nostalgic for yourself, you'll want to do something for yourself in return.
Maybe I'm the only one who thinks like this?
Seeing Noelia's reaction and anxious to see if she was weird, I rushed to add another reason as well.
"Yes, no. And then there's the observation that it's not demonized!
"Yes, no. Really? I didn't know DiMol liked Master Flick that much...... Okay, now we're ready. Thanks for waiting, Dimmol."
"Queer!!
Noelia, who looked a little discouraged, had placed the meat of a jumping deer antelope (spring gazelle) in front of Dimor.
"Dimmol, you can eat. I'll thank Noelia properly."
"Queer!!
When Dimmol, with my permission, rings toward Noelia, who made me the bait, he swallows the cut meat whole.
Noelia had a blurry view of the situation.
I guess I said something weird...
I obviously don't feel like Noelle's well anymore.
Was it harder than I thought to take care of Dimmol's bait?
Or have I spoken too enthusiastically about the ecology of the pterosaurs?
When I finished baiting Noelia and Dimor, who looked different somehow, Susana, who had started preparing lunch earlier, approached me.
"Master Flick, Master Noelia, lunch is ready. Please wash your hands thoroughly because we are both witches. Do it or I'll break your stomach."
For the incineration made by stoning together, I could see a pan with soup just simmering skewers and dried vegetables with salt stabbed with crumbled dried meat.
Easy meal but luxurious considering you are traveling outdoors.
Moving around loaded with tools of life in a carriage was the moment when I felt plain and hard.
"Not just demons, but animals."
"I understand. I'm not a child anymore, so I can do that properly."
"I know. I've had my hands washed and I've had my stomach down."
Susana was about to begin a lecture on hand washing, so she and Noelia headed to the carriage and twisted the faucet in the water barrel provided for the carriage.
It's really easy to get around in a carriage.
I can store a lot of water just to wash my hands like this.
I remember being tormented by a severe stomachache that night when I ran out, tired of traveling and unable to secure water for hand washing, I did not wash my hands with demons and blood, I plucked them with a light cloth and ate as is.
I felt so painful in my stomach that I really thought I was going to die, I could barely travel the next day, and Alfine complained scatterly.
Since then, it has been a top priority to wash my hands no matter how busy and limited the water is after I absolutely mock the demons.
Cleanly wash your dirty hands with demonic blood and wipe your hands with an unspoilt cloth.
"Well, we're done washing our hands, and we'll eat too."
"Yes, that's right. I'm hungry for a lot of things. I'll think about it later, and I'll fill my stomach first."
Noelia, who looked a little energized, was similarly finishing the hand wash.
So when we went back to our dinner seats together, the two of us decided to enjoy Susana's cooked meal.
Noelia wasn't feeling well earlier because I'm sure Dimor's baiting was hard and hungry besides her thoughts.
It didn't seem like I said anything weird.
Good, if they think of him as a weird one or something, it's going to be hard to ask Dimor to take care of him, and the relationship is going to be giddy on the trip.
When I glanced at Noelia's side of the meal, she was breathing a ho and a relief.