NOVPUBThe Great Love Poet turned to look at Antanas and Sinola.
He was considering whether to seek outside help.
Theoretically, these two eighth-order demons should be able to drink humans under the table.
But if they got drunk, the tricks these two would play when drunk would be unstoppable.
If the last priest of Hegemony got too drunk, he wouldn’t be able to switch identities with Pranay, so he must remain somewhat alert.
Among the two that were left, either he should drink, or Hyperion should drink.
"Hyperion, how’s your drinking capacity?"
The Great Love Poet inquired.
"I haven’t tried much, it should be neither bad nor good."
Hyperion answered uncertainly.
Upon hearing this...
The Great Love Poet frowned.
"Er...."
Hyperion, noticing the Love Poet’s rare expression of unease, remembered that Lanci never touched alcohol.
At the Sanctuary Evil Banquet earlier, when Lanci was offered a low-alcohol sweet white wine by Frey, he had smiled and shook his head.
Could it be that Lanci was weak with alcohol? Was he afraid of drinking?
That hardly seemed likely.
Hyperion had a hard time picturing a drunken Lanci.
Regardless, they had to ensure that Lanci never ingested alcohol in any form.
"Maybe, I should do it."
Hyperion moved closer and offered, sensing that Lanci wasn’t keen on drinking. This was the first time he saw Lanci struggle with something.
While they hesitated, Jailor Daria sighed.
"Maybe next time I should prepare some juice? I think that would be more suitable for you two delicate little princesses?"
Jailor Daria raised her eyebrows contemptuously, her tone laden with sarcasm.
Those who aren’t even brave enough to take a drink, are the same cowards who’d die as soon as they stepped out of the safe zone, into the Suspended Road of Reincarnation.
"I’ll do it."
The Great Love Poet shook his head at Hyperion, took a step forward, and picked up the cup of liquor.
He stared at the liquor in the cup, hesitated for a moment, then finally raised his glass and downed it in one gulp.
First was the sharp alcohol taste stinging his lips and tongue, like fiery liquid sliding through his mouth, this sensation quickly spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat. Accompanied by a burning sensation, as though his throat was enveloped by an invisible heatwave. As the liquor slid down, the burning sensation trailed down his esophagus to his stomach, a source of heat slowly releasing.
At this point, the interior of his body began to feel the impact of the strong liquor, the intense heat radiating from his stomach and spreading gradually throughout his limbs.
Soon, the Great Love Poet’s body showed signs of rejecting this terrifyingly potent liquor, symptoms like nausea, headache, and dizziness.
However, this state of turmoil didn’t affect his core.
He took a deep breath and calmly placed the empty cup on the table, making a clear sound.
The Jailor Daria on the opposite side was completely flabbergasted.
Did that not hurt at all, drinking it down like that?
Could he be a seasoned drinker?
"Well… Well…"
Jailor Daria stuttered,
"It seems you are a worthy opponent that forces me to fight with all my might."
Her smile suddenly shone with vibrancy and flamboyance, her lifted lips unable to conceal her excitement.
The Warden’s office desk in the great hall seemed to have transformed into a mini bar, embellished with soft gold lighting.
The movements of Jailor Daria were smooth yet swift, the cups sliding around on the table. She poured herself a drink as well, imitating how the Great Love Poet had just downed his drink in one gulp.
Immediately afterwards, she squashed down the throbbing pain and pleasure, her eyes twinkling with defiance as she stared at the Great Love Poet, as if saying: keep up with me.
The Great Love Poet lifted the bottle, poured a full cup, and casually raised his cup of liquor and drank it. During this, his jade-green eyes never wavered from Jailor Daria.
There was no hint of competition in their eyes, just drinking wine as if it was tea.
"..."
Daria’s hand wavered a bit, she’d never seen someone dare to drink with her like this before.
It’s as if she’s drinking wine, and the other is sipping tea.
She couldn’t handle it; she absolutely couldn’t lose today!
She was simultaneously angered and excited!
As time went on, the increasingly drunk Jailor Daria made the atmosphere even more lively. Gradually, she began to show slight signs of intoxication and her words became more candid and daring. Even when drinking the next cup, she purposely made some exaggerated expressions, attempting to provoke her opponent.
"It seems like you can hold your liquor well, but we’re just getting started."
With each round finished, Jailor Daria’s face gradually flushed, but her eyes were still fiery, and her smile brilliant.
Like this, they kept going unceasingly.
Until finally, the Great Love Poet’s hand gripped the cup, but he couldn’t lift it.
"Oh? Are you unable to continue?"
Jailor Daria, panting, asked the Great Love Poet.
"Milian, help me."
The Great Love Poet could only croak out to Hyperion.
"Here I come."
However.
What Hyperion did not expect was that when she grabbed the cup from the Great Love Poet’s hand, the Great Love Poet showed no intention to relinquish his seat.
Hyperion’s pupils contracted sharply.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the Great Love Poet, with his mouth slightly ajar and that look in his eyes, was implying for Hyperion to help him drink, to pick up the cup and pour directly into his mouth.
Because the Great Love Poet’s arm lacked the strength to lift the cup.
"This…"
Hyperion’s mind began to buzz.
"Are you sober, truly wanting to do this?"
She was kind of hesitant to proceed.
She wasn’t really sure whether Lanci was doing this to protect her, or if he had a real grudge with Lan Fu.
But Lanci’s consistently gentle gaze seemed to firmly tell her—
Just trust me, if I promised to help you with something, I won’t let you suffer.
Hyperion, moved to tears, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and with gritted teeth, she picked up the wine cup.
Anything Lanci says is doable, must definitely be doable.
So.
Under the shocked gaze of Jailor Daria, she watched as Hyperion, like she was torturing a black hair, green-eyed girl, pinched her nose and poured the wine into the girl’s mouth.
Behind the Great Love Poet.
"I’m a little worried that the King might look calm and collected, but when I pat her shoulder, I’ll find out she’s already passed out."
Antanas quietly said to Sinola.
"Don’t say such things, how could our King lose to mere alcohol."
Sinola, displeased, schooled Antanas.
"But do you reckon you could handle this strong liquor?"
Antanas leaned a bit closer to Sinola and asked.
"...I guess I would have passed out a minute ago."
Sinola had to admit, the King was truly insane when it came to drinking, like she didn’t value her own life, she kept pouring it in as long as she didn’t die.
In this state, even the opposing Jailor Daria was startled.
I’m not at all a drunkard, but you, my friend, you’re the real master drinker!
