Chapter 47.3
“We feed them well and let them sleep. They are as fat and healthy as you can see.”
The “food” shook his heavy body with a sense of languor and he walked over to a table set up in the room. Then he began to eat all the food on the table. When he finished eating, he lay down on the bed in the middle of the room and began to doze off.
Lying on his back, the figure looked strange to Bash’s eyes. Although his body was white, his face was generally reddish-black and he had dark circles under his eyes. He was huffing and puffing, as if he was tired or perhaps having trouble breathing.
Really healthy, huh?
During the war, many of those who were able to gain weight lived long and healthy lives. On the other hand, those who were thin tended not to live as long. If you were thin, you got sick easily, and your wounds were hard to heal. Since their physical and muscular strength was less than that of the fat ones, they were more likely to die in battle. So Bash also thought that “being fat is a sign of good health”…
But the man below him didn’t look like that. In fact, he looked like he could see death coming.
“Oh, it’s almost time to eat.”
He looked up to see someone enter the room.
“…!”