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Aside from the information about the Pink Ammousor's exterior and the parasites that lurked within its guts, Titania had nothing left to offer the group. She had already told them everything and at this point, if they were to stumble upon something unknown, then Titania is sure to not have any knowledge of it. While the others kept on pestering her to spill out more information about the Pink Ammousor and its true nature, the more she denied them, trying to convince them that she had already told them everything.

"Skewers? Anyone?" A pleasurable smell of meat and vegetables wafted in the air, interrupting their cajolery with a grumbling of their stomach. Helena, who had been busily preparing some food in the kitchen, finally returned balancing a tray of skewers in her hand. Her arrival seemed to put a spell on everyone in the room since their nervousness disappeared in an instant as if a wave washed over them.