Fuyuki City, a family restaurant...
Wu Yan sat at a table, propping his chin on one hand as he looked across from him, helplessness repeatedly surfacing on his face.
Across from him, Dark Illya had already changed out of her bizarre outfit and into an ordinary T-shirt and shorts. Her silvery hair hung over her shoulders and down her back, with only a lock tied up at one side of her head. Combined with her dark skin, she looked like a wild child.
At that moment, messy plates smeared with all kinds of sauces had piled up on both sides of Dark Illya. The dishes on the plates in front of her were vanishing at an astonishing rate, swept clean in no time.
With absolutely no regard for her image, Dark Illya wolfed down her food like a starving ghost reincarnated. The clattering of plates as she ravaged them echoed through the family restaurant, drawing countless looks.
"That kid can really eat..."
"How many plates has that been already?..."
"Ten?..."
"I think it's twenty?..."
"She looks so hungry..."
"How pitiful..."
"Is that man the child's father or her brother?..."
"Doesn't he usually feed her?..."
"What a sin..."
As the whispers rose, contemptuous gazes sharp enough to wound and sympathetic, pitying looks fell upon Wu Yan and Dark Illya respectively. Wu Yan's eyelid kept twitching, and the helplessness on his face only deepened.
Deciding that what the eye did not see could not trouble the heart, and what the ear did not hear could not disturb the mind, Wu Yan simply ignored the surrounding whispers. A gleam from System Perception flashed through his eyes as he looked at Dark Illya, who was still stuffing herself.
... ????: (Level 75) ...
That information fed back into Wu Yan's mind through