Another world, Celeste

Chapter 38, pt 3

Snap!

The sound of fingers snapping close to my ear disrupts my concentration.

"Time for a break, Iris. You haven't moved from that spot for hours."

I look up to see Erissa standing by the bed.

"What time is it?" I ask.

Erissa sighs before answering, "It's already evening."

Right then, bang, bang, bang!

Someone is loudly kicking on the door.

"The soup's getting cold! Open the door!"

That's obviously Mint yelling from outside the suite room.

Erissa goes to the door in hurried steps with a look of second-hand embarrassment. I put down the half-finished bucket hat on the bed. Thanks to my Craftsmanship skill, I'm able to crochet this much in just a day even though it's been a long time since I crochet anything. Anyway, sitting for hours has caused my legs to fall asleep. I almost stumble getting out of bed.

When I come out of the bedroom, the trio rangers are already gathered around the dining table. Before joining them, I feed Archie his favourite leafy vegetables and some nuts that I have stocked up inside my storage.

When I finally take a seat at the dining table, Syl gives me a bowl of clear soup and says, "A friend of Master Kif kindly shares their food with us."

Erissa carefully takes out four food containers from a large paper bag. Impatient and salivating, Mint opens the food container first and reveals the food inside - stir-fried noodles with beef strips. The other three food containers are also packed with stir-fried noodles. We each take one.

"Master Dorothy makes one of the best stir-fried noodles. You can't eat this easily because they're not being sold anywhere," Mint comments as she sniffs the noodles so close to her face.

Everyone else starts eating while lightly conversing. Syl shares that Master Kif's acquaintances are secretly devising a trap device to throw at the blast maker for what happened during the monster stampede, but none of them could agree on the method.

"Master Kif is concerned about the range of impact and the damage it will cause."

"How about a gas bomb?" I throw in a thought.

"What is a gas bomb?" Syl asks.

"Think of it like this, the most rotten egg being thrown at you, and it smells so bad, so nauseating that you ended up fainting from the smell alone," I answer while poking a beef strip with my fork. "This way, no damage, no physical harm on both sides."

The three elves react differently as they imagine it; Erissa makes a disgusted face, Mint seems to like the idea, and Syl is seriously thinking about it while murmuring about how it can be applied in the field.