After visiting the sick, I was organizing the last reward I received from the underground journey.

Or rather, instead of organizing...

**[Black Pudding of Mixed Magic]**

**[Blood Stew of Mixed Magic]**

...it would be more accurate to say that I was cooking.

“...Gulp. Master? When will it be ready?” 

“Not yet. Hold on a little longer.”

“Haaa…”

The one breathing excitedly in anticipation of the meal was my servant, **Ariella**, a member of the **Noble of the Night** race.

Once, she had built a formidable force powerful enough to annihilate our unit. However, after being defeated by our battalion, she …