“Olympics? What is it? Does it taste good?”
Joke almost burst out laughing at that innocent question. Meanwhile, the person standing beside him ruffled her hair in frustration. It was rare to see his dragoness, Snowbelle, acting in such a way.
“Ugh! Why do you have to think that everything’s food!?”
“Huh? I’m asking because I don’t know! So what is that, Joker? Is it meat or plant?”
The little girl continued asking while staring at him with her big bright eyes. She was currently sitting in Joke’s lap, creating an adorable scene that was terribly irritating to Snowbelle.
“No, Flora. The Olympics is a tournament for summoners.”
“Tournament?” The more he tried to explain, the less she seemed to understand.
“It’s a big fight for summoners to compare their skills. It’s also an arena for Halves like you and I to display our strength in all our glory.”