Luna hadn't noticed the little episode just now; she was busy threshing rice with a few Beast Husbands.
In no time at all, all the rice was threshed and separated from the stalks.
Next came drying and dehulling the grains.
Fortunately, the weather had been kind lately—all sunny days—so there was no worry about the rice getting moldy.
Luna had the Beast Husbands spread the rice evenly over the open ground, laying beast hides underneath for uniform drying.
Malachi Arcanus glanced at the rice spread all over, frowning, "Luna, my Netherworld Dark Fire can dry the rice. There's really no need to sun it."
As he spoke, a wisp of Netherworld Dark Fire flickered to life in his palm with a soft "poof."
"I know your fire can do it, but sun-dried rice tastes better, with a bit of sunshine in every bite."
She smiled as she explained.
Then she pointed at the sun overhead, "See? With sunlight this good, wouldn't it be a waste not to use it?"
