After carefully sensing the changes within his body, Aiven slowly opened his eyes.
"Ah, what are you doing?!"
A face leaned in close, startling him.
"Hehehe..." Milan grinned ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands while staring directly at the fruit in Aiven's hand.
"Who was it that said at first they didn't want to eat it? Alright, alright!
There are a total of thirty, twelve each should be about the limit, eating more in a short period would be wasteful. I have a big use for the remaining six."
If Milan hadn't secretly brought the Alchemy Bomb onto the ship tonight, there would have been no good way to handle this 'Mirage Sea Star.' Even if we wanted to slowly wear it down with the Alchemy Firearm, it wouldn't be realistic for a sea monster of such massive size with the vast ocean as its domain.
Dividing the spoils according to merit, Aiven could only endure the heartache and hand over half to Milan.
"Enough, enough!" Milan smiled broadly, cradling his share of the fruit.
