No, no, no! You can't do that!
As he watched the slim girl's eyes spark with a sudden desire to cook, and felt her familiar method of handling his chicken leg, the terrified Pure White Holy Mother panicked and began to struggle desperately, casting a pleading glance towards Leon.
I'm still useful! I'm still useful! You can't do this to me!
"No, no, she's not bought to be eaten."
Stopping his sister's enthusiastic offer and rescuing the trembling Pure White Holy Mother, Leon said with a bit of a helpless smile:
"It's a bit complicated, basically, she just looks like a chicken, but in fact... never mind, it's too troublesome to explain. Anyway, she's not ready to be stewed yet. You can put her in the kitchen for now."
"Alright..."
Upon hearing that this big fat chicken couldn't be cooked, the sparkle in the slim girl's eyes dimmed considerably.
