hot meal

\"It\'s been a while. Delicia.\" A dark elf lieutenant calls out to the dwarf cook soldiers who are busy working in the front-line kitchen. “Ah, Az. …… He came. …… I welcome you.” The dwarf called Delicia lowered her eyes for a moment, then smiled as if she was happy to be reunited with her friend. \"You\'re hungry, aren\'t you? Do you want to eat?\" \"Ah...let\'s have it.\" Delicia offers a baked dish with ingredients placed on bread-like dough. “I never thought you could eat pizza on the battlefield.” Perhaps it had been a while since he had had a hot meal, the dark elf, Azerin, had a smile on his face, which seemed to be lacking in emotion. “Everything depends on your ingenuity.” Apparently, the oven was made from an iron ammunition box. \"This is all I can do...\" A strong sense of mission appeared in the dwarf kitchen soldier\'s eyes.