"The king sent me to patrol the mountains~ Catch a monk... Sigh, there's nothing left here anymore.
Kitty, shouldn't we head back?"
In a perpetually misty space with neither day nor night, a lone wisp of green smoke drifted upward.
Lynn sat atop the head of some big-headed demon with Kitty in his arms, cooking a meal.
For the past several days, Lynn had remained in this space. To put it bluntly, he had already explored every corner of it. At the same time, Lynn and Kitty had become the last two living creatures here capable of moving.
The rest, though they had not made it into the pot, were all lying on the ground. Bits and pieces of them were scattered everywhere.
Over the past six hours, aside from the occasional lost demon wandering in through some cracked space passage from who knew where, Lynn had not earned so much as a scrap of extra income.
The hunting ground was empty. The hunter no longer wanted to stay.
"Lynn, next time you feed me, could you take a bite yourself first?"
"What are you talking about? This is overflowing with love! Here, taste this and see if it's cooked."
Lynn fished out a chunk of something from some unknown can, pinched Kitty's nose, and forced it to swallow.
"Σ_("∠) Bleurgh..."
"Then let's cook it a little longer."
"Lynn, can... can this really work...?"
Constantine had left Lynn a magic circle, an incantation, and a lighter to serve as a guide. The plan was perfect in every way except for one tiny problem: Lynn did not have the materials needed to draw the magic circle.
"How would you know if it works without trying?"
Naturally, such a minor issue could not stump Lynn.
He used the leftover broth from