Fugitive Poison User ~I Am Somehow Recovering in a World Full of Miasma~ Chapter 55

Chapter 55

The miasma crept in as we ascended the mountain.

It’s pretty much nothing to us, but I guess miasma gathers just about anywhere.

‘Thou and I suffer not, but it is enough to be suffocating for low-level adventurers.’

The thicker the miasma gets, the stronger it makes as well.

We finally reach a tunnel... or is it a mineshaft?

“We have reached the dungeon. The miasma gets quite dense, so be alert.”

“Yes, but don’t worry about us; we are quite resilient against miasma,” Arleaf responds to Celes.

“Even better, then.”

As she says that, we hear a growl... from Muu.

“Muuu...”

Muu places a hand on its stem and makes a hungry-looking expression.

Good timing though, since we haven’t gone in the dungeon yet.

“Shall we stop for lunch?”

“Good idea. Can’t fight on an empty stomach, right?”

“Agreed.”

“Muu!”

With a unanimous decision, we began to prepare lunch.

Incidentally, in our party, I’m usually the one in charge of cooking.

It goes without saying it wouldn’t be Arleaf and Muu isn’t capable of sothing like cooking.

We pick whatever herbs and wild vegetables we can find and get at from a market or monsters.

Veno also stores water for , so we’re almost always prepared.

As I take my tools and utensils out, Arleaf lights up so firewood and adjusts the fire.

Since her magic is a lot more powerful now, she can easily cast flas for a length of ti.

On our way to Lif’el, Veno helped Arleaf with magic practice and training.

It’s very handy for cooking.

Oh, and this is our first ti cooking outdoors since we’ve been on this trip; we’d always found villages to stop for als.

“Hmm, I would like to assist with the cooking, but it seems like you have everything covered...”

Celes looks at Arleaf.

“Umm... Yukihisa is quite good at cooking, so I tend the fire.”

“Muu!”

It’s a sensitive topic with her food being Poison Cooking and all.

“You’re a lot stronger than us, Celes, so we’ll be counting on you in battle. Take it easy for now.”

“But...”

“No buts. We all have our roles to play. I’m not planning to make anything complicated anyway.”

I take out my skillet and preheat it on the fire. The at looks just about ready. I’ve had it soaking in Mollifying Poison.

Soak it for too long and it just dissolves, so you have to keep an eye on it.

Veno?

‘Understood.’

Veno causes a bucket with Mollifying Poison to appear.

I take out the at from the bucket and check it over.

Mm, perfectly tender.

It gets boring having perfectly-marbled at, so I adjust how soft it gets.

It’s a good dium today.

They sell all kinds of ats in Lif’el, so it goes without saying that I have to check the at every single ti.

The results of my research indicate improvent every ti, even if soaked for a little while.

Heat kills off the poison, so there’s no reason not to cook it up.

... it reminds of sothing though.

‘Speaking of which, forget not thine experint with fish.’

Oh, that’s right.

I got my hands on so oddly tough fish, so I soaked that too.

Should I cook it too? It might dissolve if I keep it any longer.

‘Understood.’

Veno pops the fish out.

“You have all sorts of things stored up by magic, Cohgray.”

“Yeah.”

“But it is not such a simple magic...”

“There’s a knack to everything. I’ve actually learned it when I was little.”

I’m used too used to lying.

There’s a knack to that too, I guess.

“Hmm...”

Oh? The fillet is all jiggly.

It seems like it would be good sliced raw... but of course, Arleaf and them wouldn’t be able to eat it.

But, hmm... this tenderness reminds of sothing.

I’ll slice it thin and try grilling it on a stick.

Oh, got it. I know what it’s like. It’s like skin-on eel.

Let’s try preparing it like that then.

I get so of vegetable soup cooking and place the grilled eel above the pot to steam it.

It’ll be hard to make a soy sauce seasoning for it... so I got so ketchup-like condint and mixed it with so grease from the faux-marbled steak. It doesn’t quite taste like an eel sauce, but I slather so on anyway.

Oh, and naturally, I have so plain ones with just salt.

“How skilled of you, Cohgray. It slls fantastic.”

“Just the finishing touches now.”

With that, the pseudo-eel grilled by a fire built by Arleaf is completed.

We have false well-marbled steak, pseudo-eel, and a vegetable soup for today’s al.

We only have so bread from the village for our carbs though.

“Alright, dig in, everyone.”

“Thanks for cooking.”

“Muu!”

“Much appreciated.”

I divvied it up for everyone then helped myself.

And now, ti to say grace.

I’ve heard Arleaf pray ever since I ca here, so I have a pretty good grasp on what she says.

She’s probably doing it now too, but she barely whispers it out loud.

“O Mother Tree, today we are blessed by this bountiful al. We shall eat and be nourished, wasting none of Your grace.”

‘...’

That sounds familiar.

‘It is a prayer to the Sacred Yggdrasil.’

Oh, and Arleaf’s family prays to you, Veno, eh?

Should we be worried?

‘Thou needn’t be. Our enemies are not necessarily the followers of the Teachings of the Sacred Yggdrasil, but rather, Saint Yggdra.’