A new gourmet experience—it was Raiders’ only joy and purpose in his life. Some of his own kind laughed at him, but it didn’t matter. Wasn’t he better than them, who were simply surviving? 

This was Raiders’ pride. He resembled Braham. 

‘It worked out rather well.’ 

Raiders thought as he looked at the remains of the food. 

Fire Dragon Trauka—he had been aiming for Raiders since the beginning of chaos. The naturally aggressive bastard spread the misguided physiology of eating their kin among the dragon species. 

‘If the body part of that loathsome bastard was able to satisfy my tongue… it would’ve been unpleasant as well.’ 

Surprisingly, the thing that Raiders hated the most in the world wasn’t tasteless food. The thing he hated the most was Trauka, with the second most hated thing being bad chefs, and the third most hated thing being tasteless food. 

Idan was incredibly lucky. 

What did Trauka’s arm taste like...? 

Thanks to Raiders’ subconscious desire for it to not taste good, Idan was able to avoid becoming an object of hatred. In the first place, Raiders had a rational mindset that was rare among dragons. He knew it wouldn’t be possible for a human chef to cook the body of an Old Dragon as he wished. This was why he helped with the preparations itself. 

Of course, it didn’t pay off. Raiders saw it...