Book 17 Chapter 23
Chapter 115
February, 1105, Telsia Calendar, in the middle of the South Sea.
“Hey, are you seriously kidding? Is your head just for decoration? I feel like there’d be no problem if we just cut off that head and replaced it with a rock. Is being a shrine maiden a job only for blockheads?”
What outrageous abuse! Rista Alter Schirfen’s eyes were wide open, so was such abuse tolerated within the party?
Surprisingly, it was forgiven!
Even more surprisingly, even Pipi was sitting on Lin’s head, glaring disapprovingly at Fride!
“Fride, how could you do this? Your prank has gone too far.”
Rista said, sternly, gravely, and seriously, with her arms crossed. Fride was kneeling respectfully before the party members.
There was only one reason! Look at that barrel, rotting and exuding a terrible stench!
What was filling that barrel was shark roe caviar, famous as one of the finest delicacies of <Terbenople>!
“There’s no way you didn’t know that something like that would spoil in a day or two. Right now, we’re in the middle of this vast ocean with nothing to eat.”
Kies had brought countless quantities of the finest wine produced in the middle reaches of the Belisor Great River in an artifact gourd, so he was fine either way! Crazy drunkard!
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In the face of Rista’s fact-based violence, Fride lowered her head, trembled her fists, and finally opened her mouth.
“……It’s not a prank.”
“What?”
“……It’s not a prank! I was absolutely serious! I mean, isn’t it obvious? It’s <Terbenople>’s caviar! The world’s finest delicacy, which we won’t be able to eat again until the journey ends! So I wanted to eat until my stomach burst. That’s why I only asked for that to be packed as ship provisions!”
“Even so……!”
“Think about it! On this ship, we’re going to be eating nothing but the strange food Lin makes, and I couldn’t help but do this because I wanted to deny that reality! Waaah!”
In Rista’s eyes, who had suffered the most from Lin’s strange food, there was a look of sympathy and understanding! However, Lin narrowed her eyes and retorted.
“No, then couldn’t you have just asked for a bunch of top-grade jerky or dried fish? I’m asking if your head is really just for decoration.”
“Decoration, decoration, head decoration.”
“I’m starving to death, what are we going to do? I have to keep rowing and moving the boat with telekinesis, don’t I? Tell me. I’m genuinely curious.”
As if all her tears until now had been an act, Fride struck her palm with a fist, with a look of admiration in her eyes.
“Wow, you’re right. Why didn’t I think of that?”
Rista gave a smile so pure that it made anyone who saw it feel even a single point of shame in their life amplified into extreme disgrace.
“Fride, put your hands behind your back and put your head down. I’ll give you 3 seconds.”