A Sand Wolf roasted on a spit over the bonfire, its fat dripping constantly with a sizzling sound.
Richard took out a dagger and began carving the meat. Sand Wolf meat was not very good; it was tough, though a few parts were relatively tender. Richard cut those off and placed them in front of Little Kangna and Philomina.
Little Kangna had already returned to human form, because her task was complete. Since nightfall, no one had been chasing them anymore, so she no longer needed to keep leading people around for fun.
She took out a pill, wrapped it in a thick slice of meat, and took a bite.
Then her expression froze.
The aroma of roasted meat mixed with the foul taste of the pill, making it taste even worse!
But the table manners the kitty at home had taught her were that, unless you were certain something was poison, spitting out food already in your mouth was very improper.
She tilted her head back.
Gulp.
Little Kangna swallowed the food in her mouth.
"Is it good?" Richard asked.
"It tastes awful."
"Oh, sorry. My cooking definitely can't compare to Kallen's."
"It's the pill that tastes awful. Why does your Order God Church make pills taste so bad?"
"Maybe if they taste bad, no one will sneak any?"
Little Kangna nodded and said, "That's what I think too."
Then Little Kangna added, "Would you like to try one?"
"No, I'll pass. They're expensive."
"It's all right."
"No, it isn't." Richard smiled wryly. "Even you get drowsy after taking these pills. If I took a bite... I might just burst. Do you understand?"
This was medication specially formulated for the Dragon Clan, and pureblood dragons at that. No, it could not even be called medication. It should be called