Blue Planet's luxurious dinner is served in a luxurious private restaurant built for me and Lacioni. The aroma of all kinds of food wafted up and down my nose. But I don't know what it is, and I keep staring at Lacioni, who is sitting opposite, when he nods to the waiter and the guard to leave the room and want to stay with me.

He took his fork and knife, cut a lamb steak from the plate in front of him, and put it into his mouth, looking elegant, much like a Zen nobleman. I think so because I notice that it consumes my energy. But I was wrong,...