After flying Evalyn to the beach, the emperor returned to Immortal Skye, where thousands had gathered, standing around fish strewn out on the training grounds.
They were processing fish that day instead of taking classes. However, they weren't getting away from training.
"Kaze…." Fey eked out, seeing him approaching her, "Why did you put me in charge of this? I've never even touched a fish before!"
"Because you're a marvelous professor, Fey Roybock." Kaze smiled charmingly, watching her pass a machete between her hands nervously, "Those with specialized skills are rarely teachers, so you must translate their teachings. No one's expecting you to be the specialist."
The professor blushed as usual, biting her lip and turning away. She always felt so helpless around the man before her. "I-I see…. About the preserving, how are we going to get enough—"
"Salt?" Kaze asked charmingly, dropping two potato sacks with a loud thud, "This should be enough for now.
