"Makes sense, let's rest for a while then head out for reconnaissance."
The old knight had also expended a substantial amount of spiritual energy when exterminating those ghosts earlier.
Though he had the advantage of a higher ranking, his own exhaustion was all too real, so he did not object to Murphy's suggestion.
He took out several pieces of wood near the underground river's edge, casually summoned the flame of purification, creating a simple campfire with ease.
But then, under the incredulous gaze of the old knight, Murphy, who as a vampire should abhor light, audaciously flew over and landed opposite to him. He then took out some pre-prepared "bento boxes" and began to heat them on the campfire.
As the aroma of food filled the air, Old Feinock wore an even stranger expression.
He asked,
"Did...Did you make this yourself?"
"What? Haven't seen a vampire who's as good a cook as me?"
Murphy laughed, tossing a few boxes to the old knight, saying,
