Chapter 502
"This is my limit..."
Diana, who had barely managed to swallow the meat she was chewing, slumped back against the chair. She had her mask pushed up to her forehead and was panting as though in agony, her lips glistening with grease and sauce.
"Damn it... I thought I could eat way more than this. My stomach’s definitely shrunk."
Contrary to her words, the area around the plate in front of her was littered with a pile of bones, stripped clean of their meat.
It wasn’t just her. The entire table around the group was a mess—bones, torn chunks of bread, bits of stew, and pools of oil, seasoning, and wine decorated every inch of the table.
"It’s more because you ate in such a hurry," Lucia, sitting beside her, mumbled as she chewed. Her lips were just as shiny as Diana’s. "When you’re starving, you have to pace yourself. Eating slowly and steadily helps you eat more."
She dropped the bone she was holding between her thumb and forefinger with a soft clack and added, "It’s a secret technique I learned from the dwarves."
"The stumpies I knew never taught me anything useful like that. Useless little half-pints," said Diana.
Clicking her tongue, Diana glanced across the table at Ian. He was silently, and without a moment's rest, continuing his meal. His jaw didn't even stop when he went back to the central round table to get more food. As a modern man, he considered not breaking the flow of a meal more important than anything else.
"I have to take back what I said earlier."
As he chewed and brought a glass of wine to his lips, Diana continued, "If I ate this every day, my whole body would be covered in flab in no time."
"You're right. I never thought I'd say this either, but it's delicious," Ian, who answered while setting down his glass, glanced at Diana and added, "Though not enough to bring tears to your eyes."