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While I was wondering what to do about the wonderful misunderstanding right in front of me, Boobs Lady tucked her exposed chest back into her dress robe.

Since they were as large as they were, she fumbled a little doing it one-handed, but once everything was back in place, she began chanting.

She created several small balls of light above the river and came over to this side by rhythmically leaping from one rocky outcrop jutting above the water’s surface to the next.

With each jump, her ample chest swayed violently, making it a truly gratifying sight.

I could hear voices from behind her, but unfortunately, I did not understand Seizerian.

Well, since a mage was approaching a clearly power-type monster all by herself, they were probably scolding her for it or something.

Boobs Lady, having crossed over to this side, ended up facing me while I remained seated on the rock.

Thanks to the light spheres left on the river and the campfire, the surroundings were bright, and we could clearly make out each other’s movements.

When I stood up, two men and women shouted from the other side of the river.

It looked like there was one more person, but they were running toward us from a little farther behind.

For the time being, I figured standing around talking was not ideal, so since there was a convenient rock nearby, I brought it over for her to use as a chair.

I placed the rock at a good distance from the campfire opposite where I sat.

Since I was already on my feet, I sprinkled salt on the fish I had cleaned, skewered them on iron spits, and added more grilled fish.

With a look on her face that said, “What is with this guy now,” Boobs Lady sat on the rock I had brought and beckoned to her companions on the other side of the river.

Since it looked like more people were coming, I walked to the river to add more fish from the live basket.

The last person joined the two who were obviously scared.

A beautiful young girl with long blonde hair who looked somehow familiar.

(So it is a harem party, one man and three women.)

Thinking I should at least add chairs for the women, I returned carrying fish, then came back again with rocks in both hands.

Leaving the two timid ones behind, the beautiful blonde girl who had arrived later hopped across the river.

When she jumped in as if clinging to Boobs Lady, I realized, “Ah, could she be the other one who was there when I first spotted people?” and understood why she looked familiar.

In that case, I placed a rock right beside Boobs Lady.

I set the other one beside her on the opposite side, then it was fish-cleaning time.

I could hear voices behind me, but I had no idea what they were saying.

The two who had cautiously crossed the river still kept their distance from us.

(The man is a warrior. The woman is probably a scout, I guess?)

Ignoring the ones who would not come closer, I watched the two who had started flirting.

How should I put it… these two were way too close.

(Huh? Was Boobs Lady into that sort of thing?)

Well, since they were a beauty and a pretty girl, it made for a nice picture, so I did not think it was a problem, but… was that not a little unproductive?

An uninvolved male like me could not help but sit up straight.

Now then, I added even more grilled fish and sat down opposite them as well.

I pulled out two skewers of fish that had finished grilling first, pinched the tips, and held out the handle ends.

They were metal, so they should be careful not to burn themselves.

With a fed-up expression, Boobs Lady accepted them and passed one to the pretty girl beside her.

The pretty girl said something and lightly lowered her head.

I nodded too and gave a single cry of “Gaa.”

It felt like it had been a while since I had gone gaa gaa like that.

She had probably thanked me, but unfortunately, I did not understand Seizerian.

Boobs Lady also said something while taking a bite of the grilled fish.

After chewing carefully, she took a second bite.

Apparently it suited her taste, and I too chomped down a cooked fish in one bite, bones and all.

They would need something to drink too, I thought, so I used my tail to drag my backpack over to my side and took out the container I was using as a cup.

I left the backpack behind me as it was, lifted the drinking-water tank with my tail too, removed the cap, poured water into the cup, and drank it down.

The pretty girl stared blankly with her mouth open at the sight, while Boobs Lady put a hand to her face and leaned back as if to say, “Not again?”

Unfortunately, I did not have any containers for humans, but then the pretty girl took a wooden cup out of her own luggage and held it out toward me.

She had quite a lot of nerve, and while admiring that, I poured water into the cup.

Boobs Lady beside her was saying something, but the girl drank it all in one go.

Boobs Lady panicked, while the girl calmly said something.

Judging from the relieved look the girl showed, Boobs Lady had probably briefly imagined the possibility that it was bad water or unboiled river water.

What an outrageously rude pair of boobs, I thought, and pinched her large witch hat away from her and placed it on my own head.

Then, in front of her as she looked at me, I pointed to the improvised stove, then to the water and the campfire, indicating that it had been boiled.

At that, she covered her face with one hand again and leaned back.

Up until now it had been hard to see because of the broad-brimmed hat, but no matter how many times I looked, she possessed a truly magnificent set.

Perhaps realizing that, while we were not exactly having a cheerful chat, the atmosphere was not bad, the two who had been keeping their distance slowly came closer.

When Boobs Lady said something to the two behind her, they walked over as if resigned to it.

However, perhaps they still could not quite commit, because they did not sit down.

The slender woman with short brown hair took up position on the far outside, perhaps because she was keeping watch on the surroundings.

As for the black-haired man, he stood behind them so that he could protect the two seated women if anything happened.

(No… that position, that line of sight. This guy…)

His eyes were plainly drawn to Boobs Lady’s cleavage.

The way he had taken that position so naturally made me reevaluate him.

“This man has got skill,” I thought from some oddly superior perspective as I held out a fish I had overcooked.

However, the man politely declined, pushing it away with his hand.

Unable to help it, I ate it myself.

I had messed up the salt too.

Then, at that point, the pretty girl asked for a second one.

Her boldness made it strongly feel as though she would become someone great in the future.

Then, as the pretty girl received the grilled fish and said something, Boobs Lady looked somehow dejected.

This was that.

I guessed she had probably been told something like, “The monster is the better cook.”

If I was treated to such an amusing exchange right in front of me, my mischievous side was bound to stir.

Conveniently enough, my backpack was right behind me.

I casually took out a memo pad and, right in front of the two watching me, ran my pen across it.

“Could it be that you are bad at cooking?”

Seeing the words I had written in the Canaan language, Boobs Lady spat out the water she had in her mouth.

At the same moment she sprang to her feet, an uppercut from the back of her head exploded into the jaw of the man behind her.

Boobs Lady bent forward clutching the back of her head, while the peeping creep went down.

The girl beside her instinctively caught the spilled skin exposed by the violent up-and-down motion, then escorted Lady Boobs back into her dress robe.

With teary eyes from rubbing the back of her head, Boobs Lady glared at me and said one thing.

“So, you understand our language?”

I showed her the words I had written on the memo pad: “I do not understand yours, but I can use Canaan.”

Then she covered her face and gave what had to be the fifth backward lean and sigh of the day.

I figured it was about time to return it, so I placed the witch hat back on her head.

After putting the hat back on properly, Boobs Lady let out another big sigh and explained things to the girl beside her, who was trying to grasp the situation.

Apparently this one did not understand Canaan.

So this time I wrote in Imperial—rather, Furon—on the memo pad, “Is this big sister bad at cooking?”

However, that did not work either, and the way she tilted her head in confusion was quite adorable.

Then I tried writing in Elven, “I do not understand Seizerian,” to make my point.

“Why are you writing in Canaan, Furon, and Elven!?”

The girl flinched at the sudden shout from Boobs Lady.

I gestured for her to calm down, but the way Boobs Lady glared at me turned severe.

Or rather, I had not expected her to be able to read Furon and Elven too.

This person was more of an intellectual than I had thought.

“Better at Elven than Canaan, and better at Furon than Elven.”

I checked Boobs Lady’s reading comprehension by mixing the three languages.

She smacked the memo pad right out of my hands.

She was more short-tempered than I had expected.

Then the woman who had been keeping watch on the surroundings came over because of the commotion, woke up the knocked-out man, and Boobs Lady began explaining the situation.

While munching the last grilled fish, I watched how things unfolded, and then the blonde girl came over beside me, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest.

Then she pointed to herself and said in a firm tone, “Rena.”

“Rena.”

Once more, she said it clearly.

Apparently it was a self-introduction.

So I pointed to her too and, in the little Seizerian I knew, said this.

“I understand. You are Rena.”

“It taaaalked!”

Since everyone shouted the same thing all at once, I figured I had probably gotten it right.

Now then, I had gone and done it without thinking, but what was I supposed to do now?