The next day, Rachel met with Bel after the distain was defeated. "What are you still doing here?!" "I'm here to talk. It's about Ira." "What about the brat?" "He told me that you said that he needed to lose weight, is this true?" Rachel HAD to know if this was true. "Yeah, I've been feeding him, but he keeps getting thinner." "Well, he's been STARVING HIMSELF SKINNY for you!" "He's been WHAT!!! I only wanted him to lose 15-20 pounds at the very most! How much did he lose?!" "How much did he weigh before?" "I think it was 128 pounds?" "He's 93 pounds now." "HE'S LOST 35 POUNDS?!!" "Yes! He's to the point that he fainted last week, and threw up in an alleyway yesterday, both during our battles!" Bel grabbed Rachel's hands. "How do I fix this!! I don't want to lose my God-child!! Just say the word and I'll do it!!" "Calm down, you need to tell him he's brought it too far, and that he needs to gain  weight back. Feed him smaller portions, try to make sure he keeps it down for as long as he can, and encourage him with positive words. Got that?" "Yes, I'll do my best to save Ira. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Goodbye." Bel teleported away, and Rachel went home, hoping that Ira would get better over the coming months.

To Be Continued...