I Became a Tin Knight

Chapter 5: The Tin Knight's Camping Cuisine

For Dorothea, camping was nothing more than a routine activity.

For someone who had even experienced infiltrating a troll’s nest to carry out her eccentric teacher’s instructions, sleeping in an ordinary forest hardly qualified as hardship.

Dorothea was well aware that others typically made more elaborate preparations, but she didn’t particularly care.

After all, Dorothea had the power of magic at her disposal.

Using ashes from burned root plants as a catalyst, she could ward off cold and dampness, and with a powder made from dried white flower petals, she could repel most insects. Mana-infused insects were an exception, but such insects were rare.

The blanket she was using to cover her body was made of a fabric that expanded when infused with mana. Normally, it would be no larger than a handkerchief, making it convenient to carry around.

This was why Dorothea couldn’t help but be dumbfounded when the Tin Knight suddenly ran off into the darkness, talking about cooking.

“Wait, aren’t magic dolls incapable of consuming food? How does he plan on cooking without even being able to taste—“

Dorothea paused mid-sentence.

She remembered secretly flipping through a magic doll catalog before. She vaguely recalled seeing some that could supposedly cook.

She wondered if such an advanced function could be present in an old model that couldn’t even receive mana remotely, but considering his ridiculous combat abilities, she thought it wouldn’t be strange if he had some unexpected abilities.

“…Maybe I’ll wait and see.”

Dorothea put back the dried fruits and jerky she had taken out.

Just as being used to sleeping on a hard surface didn’t make it more comfortable than a bed, adapting to simple meals didn’t mean it tasted better than a proper meal.

While Dorothea herself had no intention of preparing anything, there was no need to refuse if someone was offering to do it for her.

Feeling a faint sense of anticipation and excitement, Dorothea awaited the Tin Knight’s return.

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With a powerful swing of your blade, the deer’s head split in two.

It was a truly crude and brutal strike—devoid of the finesse expected from a skilled swordsman.

As you stared down at the twitching carcass, you fell into thought for a moment.

It wasn’t a belated repentance for the life you had taken.

No, your thoughts were entirely focused on how to process the carcass before you into delicious “meat”.

You didn’t have any experience but despite that, you were brimming with enthusiasm.

With no experience and plenty of enthusiasm, the outcome was naturally disastrous.

You hacked off one of the deer’s legs with your sword and tore it away.

It was such crude butchering that a professional butcher would have clicked their tongue at your ignorance.

With a sword in one hand and a large chunk of meat in the other, you wandered about

While they were truly grateful that their devil-like tormenters had been vanquished, the knight’s monstrous appearance during battle left them far too unsettled to give praise.

Ignoring all those gazes, the knight walked to the center of the bandits’ campsite and plopped down.

Then, he began to roast the deer leg he was holding over the blazing torch.

A huge question mark appeared in the minds of all the survivors.

Regardless, the knight diligently roasted the meat in indifference, turning the deer leg round and round.

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