Meanwhile, Trish also began to experience something unusual.
Itchy!
Extremely itchy!
It was as if ants were crawling all over her skin.
Trish instinctively scratched her face, but the result startled her.
...?!
A large amount of dead skin appeared between her fingers.
But the itching on her face did not stop; instead, it grew more intense.
At this point, even Trish could no longer remain calm.
She began frantically tearing at the dead skin on her face with her fingernails.
"Are you alright?" Seeing this, Giorno wanted to reach out to help, but didn't know how, so he could only sit in his chair.
After a while, Father Pucci's tears ran dry.
The whites of his eyes also shriveled due to the massive loss of moisture.
But not long after, the whites of his eyes swelled up again.
Just as Tonio had said, his restored eyes were indeed much brighter than before.
And as the owner of the eyes, Father Pucci felt as if his entire eyeball had been renewed, with all fatigue completely gone.
However, Giorno, anxious about his beloved wife, did not focus his attention on him.
He stared intently at Trish's face.
At this moment, Trish also felt that her face was no longer itchy; her hands trembled as she lowered them, then she spoke to Giorno with a tearful voice, "Is my face ruined...?"
But Giorno did not respond to her; he just stared blankly at her face.
Then, he cupped her face in his hands, lowered his head, and kissed her.
After a long while, Giorno raised his head and said, "You are still as beautiful as ever."
"Really...?"
Trish was somewhat disbelieving; after that degree of scratching, even a disfigured face would have been the best outcome. How could it possibly be perfectly intact?
It must be Giorno trying to comfort her.
Thinking this, Trish took out a small, round mirror from her handbag.
But when she looked at herself in the mirror, she froze.
"This, is this me...?"
The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes had vanished without a trace, and her skin had returned to its perfect, fifteen or sixteen-year-old appearance, smooth and tender like a peeled egg.
Then, Tonio, who was nearby, also explained, "These are all normal phenomena, esteemed guest. This last dish is prepared for you; please eat it quickly, or you'll miss the best tasting period."
"..."
Giorno heard this and focused on the food in front of him.
He initially only thought the food in front of him was merely ´´exceptionally delicious´´
But now it seemed there was much more to it.
And the reason for this might be some substance or raw material in the dish.
"Ham and Cheese Steak."
"The side dishes are potatoes and tomatoes. Please enjoy."
"Hmm."
Giorno nodded, picking up his knife and fork.
First, he pressed the fork against the steak, then cut off a small piece with the dining knife, speared it with the fork, and put it into his mouth.
Then he speared a small piece of tomato and also put it into his mouth.
His teeth chewed continuously, and the aroma of beef fat burst forth, filling his entire mouth.
The presence of the tomato was refreshing and cut through the richness.
Elevating the taste of the beef even further.
"Delicious!" Even Giorno, the Gang-star, had to admit that the chef named Tonio indeed had excellent skills.
Even he couldn't find a single flaw.
But strangely, he didn't experience any abnormal reactions on his body.
"Oh? This guest's body seems to be surprisingly healthy." Tonio also marveled, saying that in his decades of work, he had rarely seen such a healthy person.
"I usually do some exercise," Giorno said, then his gaze fell on the tomatoes in the plate. "This must be your Stand ability."
Compared to ordinary tomatoes, his Gold Experience sensed a richer life force in these tomatoes; clearly, they were not as simple as ordinary tomatoes.
"Oh? You also know about the existence of Stands?" Tonio smiled, then generously admitted, "That's right, this is my Stand."
"Pearl Jam."
As Tonio's words fell, several mini Stands, shaped like a hybrid of tomatoes and pearl onions, gathered around Tonio... After a while, the group finished their meal, and Tonio waved goodbye to them.
"Well then, Father, we must also say goodbye." Saying this, Giorno took Trish's arm, about to leave.
But Father Pucci suddenly said at this moment, "Giorno, do you believe in gravity?"
"What?" Giorno turned around, looking at the Father in confusion.
But Father Pucci waved his hand.
After Giorno and his wife left, Father Pucci finally rose from his chair.
"There is gravity between people. DIO's descendants are being drawn to me, to help me ascend to Heaven."
"But..."
"The luck on this man is too powerful. If he continues to stay here..."
"I have a premonition that the time for Heaven will never arrive."
Having said goodbye to Father Pucci.
Giorno and Trish began to stroll along the street.
"How much longer do we have to stay here?" Trish asked.
She wasn't someone who enjoyed shopping, especially on streets with few shops.
"One more week. Some organizational matters also require me to return and handle them. If nothing unusual happens after a week, we'll go back to Naples."
"I see." Trish nodded, then smiled and said, "Then I'll have to cherish this time of 'monopolizing' you."
...Meanwhile.
On the other side, a police car slowly drove out of Green Dolphin Street Prison.
About half an hour later, the alarm sounded inside the prison.
News of a prison break spread throughout the building.
At this moment, inside the infirmary.
Weather Forecast, lying on a hospital bed, was flipping through a TV weekly.
He seemed unconcerned, but Anasui, on the bed next to him, grew a little anxious upon hearing the news.
"What should we do? Jolyne and the others have already escaped."
"They can't defeat White Snake by themselves. I need to help them. You'll come with me, right, Weather?"
Anasui looked at Weather Forecast.
Weather, hearing this, placed the TV weekly he was holding on the table beside him.
"Weather Report."
Clouds slowly condensed beside him, eventually forming a Stand in the shape of a young man.
At the same time, the Weather outside the window changed in an instant.
"Rumble—"