Max arrived with the results of his hunt. This time, he didn't bring fish, but a bird-like animal. Somehow, a wild chicken was there, seemingly sheltering from the rain. As soon as he saw it, he immediately crept closer carefully.
He thought that because of the rain, the wild chicken's movements would be slightly hindered. But he was completely wrong. As soon as Max jumped to catch it, the chicken flapped its wings and flew away, leaving Max sprawled in the mud with his chin scraping the wet ground before his entire arm sank into the puddle.
“Oh? Where did you get that?” Luna, who had been wanting to eat something other than fish for a long time, immediately stood up and approached him excitedly.
The woman had no intention of being picky about food. But she felt like she had grown gills
