A Fire Dragon Eaten into Being

The rain came faster than expected.

That was the climate of the islands—there might still be not a cloud in the sky in the morning, only for howling winds and torrential rain to descend in the afternoon. The collapsed sinkhole had only just had its bottom layer filled with Rock and sea sand when a sudden downpour came crashing down.

It was around three in the afternoon.

At the same time.

Liszt was in his room in Port Town, eating with gusto. The roasted Magic Beast meat had been sprinkled with seasonings; even without wine to accompany it, it was still delicious.

This was already his fourth meal of the day.

One in the morning, one before noon, one at noon, and one in the afternoon. He would have to eat another at dusk, another at night, and get up for yet another in the middle of the night.

Seven meals a day, each one larger than he used to eat.

He also had to visit the toilet twice, expelling the remnants left after digestion.

"So now, it's one man and one dragon sharing the same mouth to eat?" After finishing the roasted meat, Liszt took out a cup of dragon-breed milk and drained it in one gulp.

A complicated melancholy settled between his brows.

Despite eating seven meals a day, he showed no signs of gaining weight. On the contrary, he even felt himself growing thinner by the day. "The magic fireseed's absorption of nutrients forces me to consume even more nutrient-rich food, such as Magic Beast meat and dragon-breed milk... What I spend on food now probably rivals Dousen's."

Dousen and the other Blizzard Beasts were intermediate Magic Beasts, and the food they consumed every day was an enormous amount.

Liszt had already caught up, and showed signs