Sitting at the table where Mamon and others were seated, Lenon glanced toward the plate of food placed in front of him.
The dish he had ordered from the menu resembled a hearty soup with chunks of meat. Despite not knowing exactly what he had ordered, Lenon felt content upon seeing the dish, confident that it was something he could enjoy.
The steam rising from the dish carried with it a tantalizing aroma. The creamy-colored soup, speckled with gray chunks of meat, appeared delicious to Lenon's eyes.
Although Leviathan didn't need food to sustain himself, this body seemed to crave it for existence. After ascending to the role of ruler of the sin of envy, the sensation of hunger in his stomach was something he rarely experienced (in reality, he didn't feel hunger at all in his main body).
