The Whereabouts of Golden Apple

Inside Piggy Restaurant, warmth and the savory aroma of spirit boar ribs hung thick in the air

Gilgamel and Dodo were buried in a mountain of dishes — grilled spirit boar ribs, mana-soaked root vegetables, bowls of steaming rice piled high enough to block his view of Medelien's face.

Across from them, Medelien propped her chin on her palm, lazily swirling her straw in a glass of Verdant Flower Wine. She watched the spectacle with an exasperated half-smile.

"Slow down, will you? No one's going to snatch your food away~" She drawled.

Gilgamel paused just long enough to swallow a mouthful of meat. He let out a sigh, then pointed his chopsticks at her like an accusing blade, "I can't. You have no idea how miserable we've been these last few days."