Rurina was still staring at the spot where she had tied her chicken, now missing.
Ruby and Sheryl’s gazes were also fixed on the spot, their eyes wide with disbelief.
“You fools! You cooked my chicken!” Rurina screamed in fury, leaping to her feet and seizing Hamond by his collar. He stood there, trembling and wide-eyed.
“N-no, no, no, we didn't,” Hamond stammered, his voice shaking. “We didn't cook it!”
“Then where is it? And why does this meat taste like chicken?” Rurina roared, her voice quivering with rage. Her eyes blazed as she demanded answers, her grip tightening on Hamond’s collar.
“We don’t know where your chicken is,” Hamond stammered, his voice barely steady. “And yes, this is chicken but not your chicken. While you were helping Yuzuki we searched each other’s bags and luckily found a few pieces in Henry’s bag so we cooked them. We don’t know anything about your chicken,” he concluded in a rush, not pausing for breath.