[You have caught a softshell turtle.]

The creature Iris had caught was none other than a softshell turtle. The green turtle’s protruding head was tangled up in her fishing line, and the creature cried out in pain as the hook punctured its mouth.

“Krwaaaaaah!” the turtle cried out.

“What kind of turtle cries so loudly? I thought she caught a large monster or something…” Henrick grumbled.

Iris removed the hook stuck in the turtle’s mouth. The turtle, which was large enough for one person to climb on its back, began to crawl across the ground.

“You are really adorable!” Iris exclaimed as she patted the turtle’s green shell, but the turtle flinched whenever she touched it.

Henrick, on the other hand, looked at the turtle warmly and said, “I’ve heard that softshell turtles are an excellent tonic.”

“Henrick, how can you say something so cruel?” Iris shot back, glaring at Henrick.

“Why? I’m just saying that it’s going to be good for this weak old body of mine,” Henrick retorted with a frown.

“I do not want to hear that coming from Henrick when you always call me a glutton,” Iris said. She took out a worm from the can, then asked the turtle, “Would you like to have a worm?”

“Krwaaah…” The turtle replied with a low growl before eating the worm in Iris’ hand.

Iris patted the softshell turtle’s head and said, “You must have been starving.”

“Krawk! Krawk!” The turtle growled and looked...