The night sky was studded with stars. There were no clouds tonight, and the silver moonlight poured down unhindered.
In the clearing, orange-red flames roared. The wood in the bonfire crackled and popped.
The firelight stretched the shadows of everyone seated around the bonfire.
Liam the Warrior poked at the coals with a dagger and set up the grill. The wild rabbit on the spit roasted over the flames, its fat dripping into the fire and sending up sparks as a steady stream of savory, charred aromas drifted through the air.
A hint of anticipation flashed in Gauss's tired eyes.
This might be the last night of their dungeon expedition.
At their estimated pace, they should be able to finish exploring the dungeon tomorrow.
So Lawrence had suggested they take the evening to rest and gather around the fire for a meal, celebrating in advance the expedition's expected successful conclusion the next day. They had reaped a rich harvest from this dungeon exploration, and none of them could quite hide their delight.
After a long day's work, delicious food—especially fatty meat—was the best comfort.
Unfortunately, the traps they had set that morning had caught only one rabbit, barely enough for everyone to have a small taste of meat.
Though Lawrence's suggestion struck Gauss as a little odd, giving him the inexplicable sense that they were celebrating before the game was over, he hesitated and decided not to spoil the mood.
Beside the fire, Adrian, the Priest Apprentice, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Lawrence, you really know how to enjoy yourself."
The spices for the roast rabbit had been generously provided by Young Master Lawrence.
Good spices, after all, didn't come cheap.
Even adventurers like them weren't willing to season every meal with spices.
"If you can't even enjoy good