Lyla took apart her bread and ate it in bits. Since the bread was stored inside a magic box where time didn’t pass, it was still warm like it had just been baked. As its salty and sweet taste entered her mouth, she felt her body regain a bit of its lost vigor. She took a couple of spoonfuls of soup and ripped the steak with her teeth. She didn’t have the time to eat elegantly and use a fork and knife.

At this moment, Zich and his companions were on the battlefield where their lives were threatened every second. Of course, Lyla didn’t think anything would happen to them, since Zich was also there, but that still didn’t erase the danger of the battlefield. Above all, Glen Zenard and the Bellids were there. Thus, while her companions were struggling, she couldn’t leisurely enjoy her meal. At least before they came back, she needed to show them that she could perfectly control this ruin.

‘I have to master this as fast as possible and join them on the battlefield.’ Lyla touched Windur’s handle, which she had placed next to her. Although Zich confidently told her that it didn’t matter which sword...