The Bear That Eats Red Salmon

［Excuse me—an incredible blast of hot air is raging in here...］

"Oh, Master Red Salmon."

［You're drenched in sweat from head to toe.］

"I'm in the middle of a punishment."

［A punishment?］

As mentioned in the previous chapter.

'Oh, Red Salmon.'

［You're taking this remarkably well.］

'This much hot air is like a gentle breeze.'

［The frozen red salmon I brought as a souvenir is getting beautifully grilled.］...