Of course, Axel wasn't being stingy.
If he were, then he would've asked for compensation for the 100 billion worth of potions used on each of them. The reason he wasn't sharing his barbecue with the girls was much simpler.
'They have their own food, so I don't need to share.'
They were a military force, so it was normal for them to bring provisions with them.
However, of course, he was sure it wasn't anything amazing or delicious. Military food had long been a symbol of tasting bland—if not bad—but lasting longer than the soldiers on a battlefield.
"You girls..."
Nina, who saw her fellow witches look broken-hearted while staring at the meat, couldn't help but hold her aching temples.
"Where's the pride of the Elite Witches of Hallbach Queendom?! Shape up, eat your provisions, and get back to work!" She roared.
"Y-Yes, ma'am!"
The witches did as told, taking out small packets and beginning to nibble on them.
