Chapter 51: The Quagmire of War

A faint smile touched Anton's lips as he watched the flustered Elf Maiden, but he quickly suppressed it, his expression becoming neutral.

He turned, his gaze drifting past Eleanor to the lizard meat sizzling over the campfire. "Smells delicious," he said, his tone casual. "Looks like we're eating well tonight."

With that, he walked over to the fire, found a stone stump to sit on, and casually began turning the skewers on the rack, acting as if he hadn't seen a thing.

The carefree Romance followed, plopping down beside Anton. "I brought this meat back from the mining area myself," she said with a wide grin. "It's from a Ridgethorn Dragon Beast. Much better texture than Scale Rock Lizard. Have a taste."

As she spoke, she plucked a skewer of crispy, golden-brown meat from the rack and handed it to Anton.