Not long later, he appeared onto the surface once again, bringing along a bubble that held animal skin clothes.

“Are you really going to hunt?”

Bluepool crawled up to the shore, turning his fishtail into legs and putting on an animal skin skirt.

“I know what I’m doing. It’ll be fine as long as I can hunt within a short period.” He took a long look at Irina, then walked toward the forest with determination.

Irina put a red stone fruit into her mouth and bit at the skin.

Forget it. She wasn’t going to care anymore. Bluepool was a three-striped beastman. Even if he couldn’t hunt anything, he shouldn’t...