l dark when he woke up. With a growl, Foin slowly crawled out of the pile of

r than before. As for the Élion plants, the older ones once again grew larger, but the change was not as significant as the previous ones. But t

but seemed weaker than the previous ones and even had fewer flowers. While the row in which he planted many more seeds had much larger pl

at a weaker plant will grow... Great to know. Maybe that is why

at he would try the potato, he grabbed a few hands full of grass and brought them closer to the sticks. He wa

ill quite clumsy, but he tried to drop the sawdust onto the grass he brought. Once he was finished with the first stick, he quickly grabbed another one. The second one was f

the smaller pile of grass and sawdust. He used only about two thinner sticks, and then he grabbed a single larger one. That, too, was b

ss on fire, and as soon he saw it, he started gently blowing it. In a matter of a few seconds, even the sawdust on the top

er of a finger, each started giving cracking sounds. The flames were continuously licking the small sticks, and soon they

however, he decided to spice up the last one. He broke a pepper into two, and using the two half-peppers,

to the potatoes. It was not yet noticed by Foin, who was just sitting with a wide smile and was full of anticipation. As he smelled

. Unlike any normal fumes, it did not fly up; instead, it stayed low. Foin was at first surprised, but he r

cooking like that, he carefully tried to pull off the skin on a smaller area and then took a bite. It was still too hot, and his breathing quicked through his mo

as it was still slightly raw. After eating that serving, he quickly cle

ans I must put my life on the line every day. Like this, I can enjoy eating delicious food

gin. The scent of his fire spread across a larger portion of the forest, and although so far he was lu