The conversation did not last long. There was no point in waiting around unless Emilia, the fragile hostage, were to wake up.

Davey was relieved by Yuria’s genuine smile. He returned to the Pallan Empire quickly as he had left, then looked around the disorderly room. He wondered if Fire Chicken had caused trouble while he had been gone, but nothing seemed to be amiss as of yet.

The soldiers were all armed and tense, moving relentlessly. It appeared that there was some kind of fight going on.

Davey made sure to leave Fire Chicken in a secluded place away from the headquarters so that it didn’t cause any commotion.

“Fire Chicken.”

—S… Squawk?

Laying on top of the large haystack, Fire Chicken widened its eyes in slight puzzlement. It had, after all, just woken up from a nap on a warm day.

“Did you do something again?” Davey asked.

Quickly standing up, Fire Chicken stepped back and flapped its wings. It began to squawk and shake its head violently. Fire Chicken didn’t appear to be lying, since it had extinguished its flames, which should be burning with pride, and was headbutting Davey to force him to pet its head.

“No?”

—Squawk!!

“Alright, good job.” Davey pulled out a hunk of meat, which he had prepared on his way here, from his Pocket Plane.

Fire Chicken hastily grabbed the meat and backed away, thinking it had escaped any potential punishment successfully.

“Sir Davey, Fire Chicken...