The Ratmen Couldn't Get Enough, the Bugs Couldn't Be Killed Off-This Was the Ratatouille King's Victory!

Black Servant Mori finally delivered the Great Eater Rat's first blessing. He'd been holding it in all this time, and at last getting it out made him feel much better.

His words weren't hard to understand, but the information they contained left every ratman present stunned. It wasn't just them, either—the players who had entered the city with Murphy were buzzing with excitement, too.

The players were sharp, weren't they?

As soon as they heard Black Servant Mori's words, they immediately realized Lord Murphy meant to "drive the tiger away by setting the wolves on it." He was using food as bait to lure the ratmen into attacking the insect swarm. When two races that relied on overwhelming numbers clashed, the sparks they created would be enough to shake the balance of power across the entire continent.

Admittedly, the ratmen's terrible combat abilities made them no match for the insect swarm's elite vanguard. But they could easily take on the worker insects, whose astonishing numbers formed the foundation of the hive's endless swarm.

"No! I don't believe it!"

It was the same Manus Plagueclaw. The giant ratman was indeed dim-witted, but he had his own way of thinking. He jumped up and shouted:

"I've tasted bugs myself, and they're nothing like that! Once you crack open their shells, the meat is covered in disgusting slime. One sniff is enough to make a ratman feel sick. The meat is so astringent that it's impossible to swallow.

Bug meat and the jerky I ate aren't even the same thing!

Black Servant Mori, you liar! You're deceiving us!"

"Heh. Truth has nothing to fear from debate, and the wonderful knowledge the Great Eater Rat bestowed upon me through the hands of a great sage is just as unafraid of the flames as real