"(Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp)"
The distinct chomping sound, as if right by the ear, came through the message, making Herbert chuckle.
It was a pure happiness immersed in food.
She was happily eating.
"Wait for me, um, I'll return once I'm full!"
"(Chomp chomp chomp chomp chomp...)"
It's safe to say that while names can be mistaken, nicknames are never wrong.
Miss Hungry Dragon truly is a person always hungry, with hardly any hatred in her head, filled only with recipes other than Herbert.
For her, the small annoyance of being suppressed by Miss Squirrel's power was probably long overshadowed by the delicious mushrooms.
Revenge? Hatred?
That would just delay the meal!
Indeed, by the time the sun rose the next day, Valentina had already returned to her usual self.
Did she move past the awkward feeling of being suppressed by Miss Squirrel's power?
No, she didn't move past it.
Because such a notion is apparently biased—because she actually never went into it.
