The giant ram's head was finally taken care of by Buhara, while Menchi was already preparing the last delicacy.
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would've believed there could be such a huge 'squid' crawling around on land."
Menchi deftly drew the cleaver from behind her hip and sliced open the still-twitching "Black Squid" on the chopping board.
She scooped out everything inside that might or might not be edible and tossed it all aside.
At last, the "Black Squid" stopped moving.
"This thing probably isn't a 'squid,' right?" Biscuit crouched off to one side. Her petite figure made her look like a curious young girl. "It just looks a little like one."
"Mm." Menchi nodded. "Anyway, let's try it first. We've eaten stews all day, so I won't cook the last dish. Let's roast it."
She made a few cuts in the "Black Squid" with her cleaver, skewered it on a wooden stick, brushed on some oil, and set it over the campfire to roast.
Watching this, Gelman couldn't explain why, but he felt deeply uncomfortable.
After it had roasted for quite a while, it seemed about done. The squid's skin and flesh had turned bright red, with some charred black edges. Menchi sprinkled it with her special seasoning, then kept roasting it.
"I have to admit," Biscuit said, getting to her feet and swallowing, "the last two ingredients we had today, along with the 'Grape Spider Eggs,' are the ones that look most like something you'd find in a human cookbook."
The aroma of "Grilled Squid" wafted through the air.
If Biscuit hadn't already been full, she would've wanted another taste.
But once Menchi had finished roasting the "squid," they stuck to the rule of letting Buhara try it first.
Buhara took a