Chapter 111: Aftermath at Saint Maria (5)
Clatter, clatter.
The loud noise of dishes and utensils colliding continued without pause.
The steady rhythm and tempo of the clatter almost resembled a piece of music performed by an orchestra.
Chop, stab, tear, chew, swallow...
Rather than a meal, the scene unfolding was more akin to an act of violence against food.
Holding a fork and knife in her hands, Reine blinked curiously and remarked,
"It's amazing that all of that can actually fit inside your stomach. Could it be that the secret to strength is eating well?"
"Huh? Hmm... well, pretty much. Whether it's a body or a machine, you need fuel to keep it running."
"In general, an athlete's basal metabolic «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» rate is known to be about 10% higher than that of an average person. However, after running some calculations, I found that both Raven and Alice have a basal metabolic rate approximately 1.5 times that of a normal human. At that level, they could be compared to a fully grown gorill—"
"W-what the hell are you even saying?!"
Whish!
In an instant, Alice, who had just been labeled a gorilla, flared up and hurled a bone straight at David.