The four pots on the table were empty of ingredients.
They had been delicious and popular, and the prepared ingredients had disappeared at an incredible speed.
I suspected a little white token powder had been added, so I had given Sharle some to make them even if I wasn't there.
At first she had refused, but I pushed through because they could be found in the mountains and handed them over.
Of course I had also told her they would be made empty every time, and she had smiled wryly.
I had also worried about the fairy wings taking up too much space, but apparently they could be made smaller.
I learned that Sharle and the others' current wing size was palm-sized, and because over half their bodies were made of magic power, it was possible.
Thinking about it, I understood the mystery of growing by absorbing magic power.
Now for the pot. The ingredients were gone, but there was still vegetable broth left in the pots.
