After Fafnir returned, Angel naturally could not continue meditating.
When he opened his eyes, he found Fafnir studying the stone wall on the other side. That was where Angel had previously left the illusory script.
Normally, no one apart from those of Demon Illusion Island's lineage could decipher that message. But that was only by conventional means. When someone like Fafnir, whose strength surpassed Angel's by a vast margin, looked at it, she did not need to unravel the illusion at all to read the hidden information.
Precisely because Angel knew Fafnir would certainly see the message he had left behind, he had written only one simple sentence and nothing else, all to avoid stirring up trouble.
After reading that line of information, Fafnir made no move. She merely sneered several times inwardly.
The aroma of roasting meat sizzled up from the campfire.
Fafnir boldly picked up the enormous haunch and gnawed on it. She ate with great relish. Angel had no idea what kind of meat it was, but drops of oil fell one by one, stirring the cravings in his stomach as well.
Angel secretly swallowed and hurriedly lowered his head. He did not dare compete with an Abyss Dragon for food. Pretending not to see it was best.
Yet the more he tried not to look, the more it lingered in his mind.
Every thought in his head revolved around food.
That haunch was definitely a precious ingredient. Even roasted so simply, it gave off an exotic fragrance that tugged at one's heartstrings. If Gloria prepared it, who knew how delicious it would be?
To keep himself from thinking further and making a fool of himself, Angel forcibly shifted his mind into a rational mode. Since he could not escape this whirlpool of "food," he might as