In the camp, Elizabeth, Mira, and Michael looked at the meal in front of them with wide eyes, saliva dropping from their mouths.
Well, Elizabeth couldn't see the food, and her eyes were covered with the blindfold, but she could sniff the food.
And the smell was just amazing!
The food in front of them was the southern food that Dante got from the trade convoy alongside some extra sugar for the juice if anyone needed.
"What are you waiting for? Start eating." Dante said, almost as an order, as he took a cup of juice for himself and took a sip.
"Sir, you're my saviour!" Mira cried while eating the delicious food.
Although they got food in the past days—thanks to Dante—the food wasn't that delicious.
After all, the only seasoning they had was salt, and the farmer of the camp prioritized food that was full of benefits over delicious food.
"Stop crying and eat silently." Dante hissed, but no one thought that he was truly angry.
