Anyway, such arguments had long ceased to surprise him.
When the argument between the two escalated, it finally awoke a third party present.
Suddenly, the Papalarians crossbowman smacked his lips, sniffed the air, and muttered, "What's that smell, so fragrant?" Then, he sleepily opened his eyes, which were as small as beans. He lay sprawled on a chair, his belly protruding, curiously staring at the ceiling.
While twisting his chubby little head around, he curiously asked, "Have I been resurrected? What Holy Sanctuary is this? Have I started worshiping some kitchen god or food god, because it smells incredibly good?"
"Ah, I get it. This is the sanctuary of the god of the harvest."
"Eteliria doesn't have such a god," Tata cautiously uttered from beneath her hood.
