Dinner was Ice Boiled Lamb.
Ash was the one who had taught them this way of eating it—or rather, he had casually mentioned that "lamb cooked with ice would taste better," and Felix had spent a few days researching it before making it, even using Ice Art Spell Spirits to assist with the cooking. Compared with ordinary boiled lamb, it really did have its own distinctive flavor. It was tender, fragrant, and not at all gamey; the lamb was so fresh it felt as if his tongue might get swallowed along with it, and the lamb chop slipped off the bone with the lightest press of the lips.
Felix had even asked if this was the right taste. In truth, Ash, corporate slave that he was, had never eaten Ice Boiled Lamb at all, but could food a Saint Domain Artificer had researched for days possibly taste bad? Forget Ice Boiled Lamb—even ice-boiled Lala Fat would taste good.
Although dinner was delicious, the atmosphere was rather quiet. Everyone silently enjoyed the meal, and only the occasional clink of spoons against bowls rang out. It was not that casual conversation was forbidden, but Ash felt that if they were going to practice abstinence, they had to do it thoroughly, so he had taken the initiative to cut off unnecessary verbal communication to avoid affecting their training mindset.
Now Ash only felt that he must have been tortured brainless by the Shadow Sword Curse. Otherwise, why would he take the initiative to drop a rock on his own foot?
He hurriedly finished dinner, then picked up his plate to go wash it. Daedalus said, "The bath is ready. You can use it whenever you like."
"Okay."
Ash answered, and after washing his plate, he headed to the fenced-off bath on the other