"That Special Zombie's stomach is a bottomless pit!"
"He's almost eaten every last scrap of food on the island!"
The zombies on the island who could still fight had all become temporary porters, each carrying a huge slab of meat as they hurried toward the Central Ballroom in Mast Mansion...
Meanwhile, in the Central Ballroom, Oars, whose arm bones had already been repaired, was frantically stuffing meat into his mouth. Moria, who had escaped disaster thanks to Zephyr's departure, stood with his arms folded. A smile had returned to his devilish face as he watched Oars and spoke.
"Now that's a hearty appetite!"
Just then, Hogback came over, drenched in sweat and wearing a replacement pair of glasses.
"He certainly lives up to his reputation as the Berserker called the Demon five hundred years ago. Repairing his bones took almost everything I had."
"Kishishishishi! Hogback, thanks for all your hard work. It's thanks to you that we could repair him."
Moria laughed loudly as he watched Oars and spoke to Hogback.
"Um, Lord Moria, that No. 901 won't come back, will he?"
Hogback asked, still shaken.
Moria frowned at Hogback's question and hesitated before answering.
"He probably won't. He's no idiot. He knows that if he kills me, he'll 'die' too. That body was killed by Barn, so he must have gone to take revenge on him. The best outcome would be for him to kill Barn and for them both to die."
Moria spoke with a slight smile.
Just then, Oars finally took a break from gorging himself to glance at Moria and speak.
"Sorry, little garlic head! I don't even know you, but I'm eating your food. Though there isn't much of it, and it tastes awful! Shishishishi!"
Before Moria could respond, the zombies who had just brought