Malinda's angry glare softened when "breakfast" arrived from Mrs. Andor's Kitchen.
But before long, surprise crept into her eyes, then astonishment, and finally outright shock.
Because-
Arthur had already eaten enough food for twenty people right in front of her.
Ten kilograms of roast beef, four kilograms of salad, and ten whole loaves of White Bread weighing a kilogram each had all gone down Arthur's throat.
Swallowed!
The kind of swallowing where he opened his mouth, chomped once, and it was gone.
Holding a slice of White Bread, Malinda stared blankly at the scene before her.
She watched Arthur's belly.
There wasn't the slightest bulge.
It was as though the food he had just eaten had been digested immediately.
Wait!
Digested immediately?!
Malinda caught on.
Had he learned a new Mystic Art?
Or had his bloodline advanced?
Or perhaps...
Ascension Rank!
When that final possibility occurred to her, a prolonged ringing even filled Malinda's ears-a physical reaction that only appeared when extreme shock mingled with bewilderment.
About two or three seconds later, Malinda came back to herself and shook her head.
He didn't have the distinctive aura of an Ascendant.
Then it had to be a new Mystic Art or an advancement of his bloodline!
Malinda thought this, but she looked anything but relieved.
Even if he wasn't an Ascendant, Arthur had probably grown stronger.
A sense of urgency immediately gripped her.
Arthur was already at entry rank.
As his strength increased little by little, who knew whether she might suddenly discover, by the time she noticed, that her partner had already become an Ascendant!
No! I had to work harder too!
I'd been far too lax!
*Even if I found that thing in the ruins, I still had to take a more diligent approach to improving myself-otherwise, sooner or