This bird is really fat.
Standing by the balcony of the royal palace, overlooking the garden where giant snow chickens pecked at grains, the blue-haired youth with a firm and heroic countenance couldn't help but curl his lips with satisfaction.
When Melly first caught these snow chickens from the Hexagonal Snow Mountain and insisted on keeping them in the garden, he found the pets she chose to be quite annoying, wishing he could throw out all these fat chickens that clucked all day.
But recently, when she was away on a mission, he had the cook catch two and stew them, and found that Melly's eye was indeed keen; the flavor of these fat chickens she brought back was extraordinarily good.
Thinking of the rich flavor of those two pots of stewed chicken, the current King of the Northern Kingdom, Harvey, couldn't help but slightly move his throat, subconsciously swallowing a little.
