Chapter 196 – The Hangover
Knights don’t get drunk.
A second heart, a mana core, acquired by knights.
The magical energy generated there circulates endlessly through the path in the body.
The power of mana particles revolutionizes the frail human fabric.
The overall performance of the body organs such as the skeleton, muscles, and blood of a knight continuously exposed to mana.
It is because it rises by leaps and bounds to the extent that it is different from that of ordinary humans.
The principle of causing a kind of acquired mutation by adding new organs that are not originally found in humans.
Lord Astarte, known as the first knight and dragon slayer, created the concept by imitating the principle of the dragon heart,
There is a theory that it is a training method perfected by a general of the empire through seniority, but the exact truth is unclear.
To sum it up, it means that a knight with a strong body thanks to mana and a good liver function is less likely to get drunk.
On a similar principle, it is a bonus that poison does not work well and does not suffer from diseases.
Of course, it is possible for a skilled person who has reached the level of being able to arbitrarily control the flow of mana to get drunk through a special method.
Among knights, those who do such things are treated as eccentrics.
You can take it, but why? Feeling called.
Usually, the higher the level, the higher the pride and the stricter the self-management, and being drunk and unconscious is an indecent act that does not receive a good attention in any culture.
So, if someone sees a drunken knight, there are two possibilities.
Or an inexperienced low-level knight whose mana energy has not penetrated deep into his internal organs and has only strengthened his skeletal system and muscle fibers.
Or a peculiar knight who wants to get drunk even while temporarily reducing his own liver function.
And now.
“Ouch… Damn it!”
Wolfgang wanted to get drunk with all his might.
That’s pretty harsh too.
—Gulp!
The thick neck belt moves dynamically.
The name was given because if you drink it, the spirit of Fenrir descends and turns into a dog.
A bottle of 98-percent Fenrisian Spiritus goes straight down Wolfgang’s throat.
“Was I a double-headed…?”
A heinous object more like an alchemy or poison than a drink.
If you are a normal person who is weak in alcohol, you can pass out just by smelling it.
In addition, dozens of bottles of vicious spirits such as Vulcanus, Aphelion, and Absolution, which can only be handled at a pretty maniac cocktail bar, are lying helplessly at Wolfgang’s feet, empty.
At this point, it’s not strange even if it’s a knight and a nabal, and the whole blood is salted with alcohol and died.
“Puha…!”
No matter how strong he is, he has no choice but to get drunk at this point.
It was Wolfgang who had completely emptied his bottle, hiccupped, and waved his arms in the air.
—Quaang!
Because of that, the unfortunate rosewood lamp that was brushed by his punches was completely smashed and its fate changed. It’s pretty empty for the end of a 300-year-old antique.
Wolfgang sighed heavily and complained.
“What is the youngest lieutenant general… What is the secret weapon of the empire…”
The reason he came to this point wasn’t too far away.
Because of what happened last night.
As soon as Scarlett ran away, the meeting naturally fizzled out.
‘Hey, Scarlett sister went alone!’
‘Quack… That mage is getting funnier the more I look at it. Then I’ll just leave.’
After breaking up the place so roughly.
Let’s take Ophelia back to the church with the Holy Knights waiting outside the mansion.
Wolfgang, who was enjoying a night walk alone because he could not sleep, suddenly began to deeply lament his poor social skills.
“What the hell have I done?”
In fact, it should be said that the purpose of this meeting, to promote friendship, has been achieved quite successfully.
Wolfgang himself was not very satisfied with his mistakes.
He could have done better, but he didn’t.
That fact bites to the bone.
Clearly, the atmosphere was friendly until the middle, and there were quite constructive conversations with each other.
The four of them, who had lived completely different lives, slowly took the first step toward being reborn as true colleagues…
“What about his chest?”
Everything was ruined because he was possessed by Ophelia’s breast in the middle.
Of course, touching her breasts while cleaning her clothes is just a minor happening.
It’s a problem that I let go of my mind and put it on for a long time.
His act itself is not a problem, but it is obvious that he did not cover the time and place.
Scarlett, who saw that, was displeased and had a lot of temper, and in the end, she left her seat first.
Why did you do that?
— Squeak!
Wolfgang picked up another bottle of alcohol and neatly slit his neck with a sharp knife.
He put his bottle to his mouth and muttered earnestly as if facing the enemy of his life.
“There’s too much alcohol, too. Such useless harm. I’ll drink it all and get rid of it.”
He is now located in the basement of the mansion.
If you go further inside than this, you will find a truly enormous wine cellar.
To the point where I really can’t see the end.
A rare scene reminiscent of a giant dungeon.
Display stands stocked with high-quality liquor and oak barrels filled with various types of alcohol fill the entire space.
“I have to give this place a name. This is an alcohol dungeon from now on. Ha ha!”
It’s a facility I didn’t even know existed after living in this house for over a year.
I asked the old butler if he had any alcohol, and he told me the location of this place.
“The original owner of the mansion… Must have lost his hair while committing corruption in the military. It seems that the black money was spent on building this crazy facility.”
Whatever the story behind how this place came to be.
Anyway, it felt like Wolfgang had received an unexpected gift.
Like that, Wolfgang, who looks fine on the outside, but is already in a drunken state.
After wandering around the same place for a long time, he sat down on top of an oak barrel and started talking nonsense like a drunk.
“It’s very difficult to build an equal relationship with others, it’s difficult… Come to think of it, most of the people around me were either my superiors or my subordinates. Was I actually an idiot who couldn’t make a single friend properly…?”
“Western…”
Then, Agnes looks at Wolfgang very pitifully.
“Agnes, don’t you think so too? Ah…?!”
Wolfgang, who was looking at her face with grim eyes, suddenly realized a sense of incongruity.
Sober up
Why is Agnes here?
“Oh, no. I don’t think so at all!”
Agnes closed her eyes and patted Wolfgang’s back gently.
He looked like he had a lot to say, but it seemed like he was trying to hide it.
“Wait. Wait… What the hell happened to this?”
Could it be that I am so drunk that I am hallucinating?
Thinking so, Wolfgang quickly regained his composure and began to expel his drunkenness.
—Tap, pop…
Then, a chunk of concentrated alcohol dripped down the little finger of his left hand.
Wolfgang, who quickly regained his clear mind after going through a series of tasks, stretched out his hand softly toward Agnes’s breasts in disbelief.
— Fetish fetish!
“Ah…! Seobang-sama…? Go, suddenly a moose… Sobbing…!”
“This overwhelmingly bouncy texture. It must be Agnes, right?”
“Sah, to classify people by their hearts! That’s too much…”
An azure-haired female knight who blushes and blushes but never resists.
Except for the fact that the uniform has become more colorful and the rank insignia has changed, it is clear that his precious lover is right.
“No, why, how did you get here?”
“I’ve been looking for news that I need to tell the West urgently, but… The servants of the mansion said that the West is probably here.”
“Is it…”
It hadn’t been long since we had such a deep and heartbreaking night, thinking we wouldn’t see each other for a while. I hope we will meet again like this.
If he had come to me when he was fine, he wouldn’t have been so ashamed.
“Please, pretend you didn’t see the ugliness just now.”
“Okay. Hehe… I’ll keep this only in my memory.”
Somehow, it seems to be showing a lot of ugliness today.
It was Wolfgang who could not hide his embarrassing feelings.
The two came up from the basement storage and sat facing each other in the drawing room.
The teapot in the center of the table was bubbling with hot honey tea made by Agnes herself.
— Jjoreureu…
Agnes asked anxiously as she filled Wolfgang’s teacup with honey.
“By the way, Mr. Seo. I should have met you right after work. Have you had a daytime drink all this time?”
“Yeah… I did drink for a while.”
However, Wolfgang could never answer honestly.
‘… I didn’t even know that the night was leaking.’
Realizing that he hadn’t drank during the day, but that he had been drinking like a drunkard for nearly 24 hours without even realizing that time had passed, he felt even more pitiful.
So why did you drink a lot of alcohol that you didn’t even drink well like crazy?
I will never do this again in the future.
Looking at Agnes’ face, the guilt deepens even more.
“Seobangnim seems to enjoy drinking. I didn’t know.”
Also, Wolfgang realized again.
If you try to avoid what you’ve already done, you should try to focus on something else, but nothing will be solved and the situation will only get worse.
“No. I will never drink until I’m drunk again. On my honor, I promise you in front of me.”
“Well, you don’t have to go that far…”
One mistake that does not suit is enough.
Whatever it is, let’s face it head-on and solve it. As always.
—Fluffy
Wolfgang poured the boiling tea into his mouth at once and asked.
“So. What’s urgent?”
“That’s what happened the night before…”
Agnes explained in detail to Wolfgang what had happened at Prince Guilliman’s summons.
Everything about who attended and what happened.
After hearing the story, Wolfgang lightly nodded.
First Prince Guilliman.
One of the three protagonists who led the war to victory along with Master and His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief.
One-on-one combat would have to be seen, but the unique leadership and commanding power of the royal family was clearly one step higher than that of Wolfgang himself. Wolfgang also deeply acknowledged his exploits.
Wolfgang knew better than anyone else that no matter how strong his individual might was, unless he was a transcendent, he could not overturn the war situation with his own power.
The most important thing in war is strategy and tactics.
If the commander-in-chief was a genius strategist, the main reputation was that Prince Guilliman was a master of tactics.
As an asymmetric force, the great general who directly confronted Kagan and defeated him.
The commander-in-chief and the first prince, the two heads who led the imperial army.
And, countless heroes who died without their names being known.
Together, everyone could win the war.
Wolfgang saw himself as just one cog in the wheel.
The survivors on the frontline rather treat the feat of a berserker more highly than the first prince, and there are those who claim that the glory enjoyed by the first prince should have been given to him.
Wolfgang dismissed it as just a nice story to hear.
If that was true, it was an honor that his dead subordinates, not himself, should enjoy.
Either way, Wolfgang clearly respected the first prince as a capable soldier.
3rd or 4th. He didn’t even feel particularly jealous, since he was still the same as being promoted to the first rank of meritorious subject.
Contributing to the peace of the empire by fighting without sparing one’s life is also the same.
Then that was it.
But…
“The prince was very eloquent. The speech was also very good, which naturally inspired patriotism. However, something a little unsettling…”
“Reluctant? What?”
If the purpose of preparing the place wasn’t just to encourage the soldiers as members of the imperial family.
If it was something other than a pure intention for peace intervened.
“Somehow, it sounded like a conciliatory word to myself to stand in line.”
“…That’s right.”
If he was considering his comrades as a means, it seemed that Wolfgang would never tolerate it.
