Anyway, Not My Fault

“Rils. Don’t tell me you’re going to… eat it?”

“Hmm… I’m thinking about it. Woong said wild boar doesn’t taste good. It smells gamey, too, and the meat is tough.”

The piglet, its legs bound, looked at me with pitiful eyes.

“But I think this one might be okay.”

“Huh? Isn’t wild boar all supposed to taste bad?”

“Piglets haven’t developed as much muscle yet, so the meat is tender. And it’s much less gamey than an adult’s.”

“Er… Rils, weren’t you the type to let babies go?”

What kind of nonsense was that?

“Huh?”

“You let the rabbit caught in the trap go last time.”...