Feeling his lips dry and his body growling hungrier, Cesar seemed determined and battle-ready to eat whatever landed on his mouth and his eye.
If he could eat the ancient stone's surface, he would rightfully do so without any reaction. The situation was becoming demanding after all.
'Holy fuck, I'm so tired. I don't like standing up now...'
Lying on the surface while staring upwards at a gigantic spiraling lamp hanging on the roof that could not be peered through, Cesar gazed aimlessly.
Not going to lament his ridiculous situation which he had been doing the moment he got inside the cursed mansion, Cesar had no choice but to stand up knowing merely staying would not progress on its own.
"Ugh..."
His leg was still shaking as he tried to look at his hands which were quivering in the same manner as his knees.
Feeling kind of funny inside, Cesar moved to the edge of the table which made him shudder at how tall the table really was from his standpoint. Barely even noticing the ground floor, he wasn't going to imagine falling there since it spelled straight death right away aside from having flying abilities like Maine had.
Speaking of Maine...
"How's everyone holding up now, I wonder."
Cesar was focused on himself as he should be yet he couldn't help but worry at his poor squad being sent like him to suffer excruciating challenges. The same as him, they were only exemplary students who had been put in the city probably because of negligence from whoever designed the mission for them.
Not that it matters now anyway.
"I'm sure they'll make it,"
Cesar didn't have time to worry about others now since he had himself to take care of. Whatever challenges they face, like him, he was confident enough they'll make it through.
"Now then..."
In fact, Cesar was confused about how the gigantic beings that owed these chairs managed to enter the mansion, a caliber of their size, to sneak their way into the doors that were merely the size of a bug in their eyes.
'Sigh, there's no reason to think such things when it wouldn't even help me on my situation at all...'
Cesar only then realized that he was only halfway through crossing the first two chairs, and there was still quite a distance left till he came across the other two that came next with the first two.
By the looks of it, the chair had a pattern it followed. Each segment had two chairs opposite each other, making Cesar's suspicions regarding the history of the table is not simply a place where it is purely a place to eat.
It looked like a council where important gatherings were held.
Cesar became even more convinced when he started seeing intricate cups beside some of the frozen delicacies. There were other utensils and silverware placed on the side as well such as different kinds of knives, varying sizes of spoons and forks, and empty small plates.
More importantly, those cups...
'Is there any water?'
Cesar wanted to avoid the delicacies that looked like they had been frozen from time that didn't produce any molds or rot as well as those spoon and fork, but it was different if those cups had water on them.
Yes, he could sustain his hunger. It was a different topic when they were talking about his thirst though, since he had been fighting nonstop and not receiving a droplet of water aside from using his saliva which continued to dwindle.
Cesar wanted to run and try to see the contents of those cups when he suddenly heard a voice in his head, something he wanted to hear the most when he was on the journey to cross the stone table.
"Whatever you are trying to do, I refrain you from doing so,"
Cesar halted and couldn't help but commented, "Do you know about this place?"
The eerie voice didn't deny it as it stated, "If I remember correctly from one of the book's contents, this place is an assembly of higher beings. And every utensil you are seeing has been touched with their grace,"
It paused, "Most of those tools, however, are affected by corruption,"