In Naples, at an upscale restaurant.
The setting was elegant, the atmosphere comfortable. Beautiful music played live by a pianist echoed through the tastefully decorated dining hall, while the fragrance of fresh flowers lingered in the air.
Guests sat in twos and threes beside the crystal-clear floor-to-ceiling windows, lazily enjoying the afternoon sunlight spilling in from outside as they sipped tea and chatted softly.
It truly was a restaurant with class.
However, Li Qing was rather disgracefully ruining its "high-end" atmosphere:
He sat brazenly in his seat, lifting an entire steak with his knife in his left hand and winding a huge bundle of pasta around the fork in his right. He wolfed them down from both sides while mumbling complaints through a mouthful of barely chewed food:
"Wish I had a pair of chopsticks."
"..."
Giorno sat beside him with a cup of black tea, watching Li Qing with an utterly helpless look.
Compared to Li Qing, who had no manners to speak of, Giorno looked like the purest of British aristocrats when he drank tea.
"Hahaha..."
Li Qing noticed Giorno's subtle look. He stopped eating, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and laughed.
"Sorry."
"I've cut down several people since this morning, but I haven't had a single bite to eat."
"If I weren't so hungry, I wouldn't have rushed to find somewhere to eat."
"And besides."
"I'm naturally frugal. It's not often I get to indulge in such fancy foreign food."
"If this money hadn't dropped from killing monsters, I'd really feel the pain of spending it."
He spoke without changing expression about killing people and taking their money, as calmly as if he had found a coin on the road.
"All right."
Giorno had no interest in wasting time over Li Qing's irrelevant table manners.
While