After a noisy day, Luciel didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He tossed the red-hot stone into the large bathtub, heating the water just enough for a bath, then ushered the two girls in.
After a full day of running around, their bodies were covered in dust and sweat.
"The idea has to be reversed slowly." Luciel shook his head.
If you have the ability to live better, why not use it?
"While there's time, might as well fry the tea."
Luciel glanced toward the bathroom, ignoring the bunny-eared girl's protests from inside.
He hung a clean steel pot over the fire, tossing in the young leaves and tender sprouts the bunny girl had picked earlier.
"Activate—Mimicry: Scaly Hardening."
With his ability, Luciel flipped the stir-fried tea leaves. He skipped a few steps, but in essence, it was just stir-fried green tea.
"We also need to twist the leaves." Luciel remembered how a teammate in the army, who loved tea, once explained the process.
