# 86
As the number of people increased, so did the words spoken.
Sirius looked around to find himself surrounded by many people.
"What? Are you feeling stressed now that the attention is on? Don't worry, we're just having fun."
“Because drinking wine in itself is fun.”
"no."
Sirius looked at each person in turn, as if imprinting their images on his memory as he said:
“Because it's a ticket to the show.”
"….Yes."
It is clear that what a person sees depends on what he was raised with.
Sirius was acting as if he had become Djaren II.
His mentality was geared towards making the most of everything! Nothing was given for free, and he was firm about that.
But Dayarin felt embarrassed.
When she was doing it she was confident, but when she saw Sirius doing it her face felt hot.
'Should I stop him now?!'
Dearyn glanced at the bottle of wine.
“Wahahaha!”
“Wow, you're quite a decisive person.”
“...?”
But people's reactions were full of joy.
There was no one to bully or make fun of a poor person, or laugh because of money.
'...Ah, right, with that face.'
Sirius looked like a luxurious, noble prince.
Even when he used polite words that he hadn't quite mastered, his confidence seemed arrogant due to his features.
As long as his appearance was luxurious, every word was interpreted positively.
Now that Dayaren was thinking about starting the fire to save Sirius, she relaxed where she was.
Sirius didn't need to be saved.
“Okay, since I got the ticket… how about taking wishes from everyone here, except for the one who loses?”
“OK.”
When Sirius nodded, everyone cheered.
Now the real challenge begins, and there is no longer any room for escape.
It wasn't just a drinking challenge, it looked like a fighting match.
“Okay, who among us is going to participate?”
“Reagan?”
“Reagan, let’s drink slowly.”
"Ah, right. So, drinking is grillinde!"
"Oh, right! Greylind!"
There was a classification among those who started drinking alcohol in the morning.
No one knows whether people who rank higher are good or bad.
While everyone was cheering, one person stepped forward.
Among the nobles there were many people with blond hair.
But there was one person who really stood out, with platinum hair that looked like someone had sprinkled glitter on it.
Even Dearyn turned for a moment and looked at him.
'What?'
He seemed like a very handsome young man.
His facial features are sharp and his build is strong.
...But his face was red.
“He seems really drunk... right?”
This was not the only thing Deyarin saw.
Even in people's eyes, the person named Grelind was already one of those who was extremely drunk.
“You seem to have had a lot to drink since morning...”
"Ha! No! That's not it!"
When Greylind heard the whispers of onlookers, he raised his voice.
His voice was soft and a little deep.
...But his tongue was confused.
It looked great and then suddenly it failed.
Just like with our dog.
“Yesterday's drink, so not today's drink!”
"Oh! Right!"
"Drink today! Let's take a break, then start again!"
“You really know how to drink, Greylind!”
With faltering movements, Greylinde came to the table and sat down.
When he stood in front of Sirius, he smiled with his eyes half closed.
“Ah… hello. I’m… the famous Prince Sorbin.”
“!”
Introducing himself so simply made Deyarin jump out of her seat in astonishment.
Prince Sorbin.
'Is he?!'
He was the one against whom Sirius was so fiercely fighting in the war.
Sorbin.
The war started because of Sorbin.
The First Empress Olivia, who was the sister of the King of Sorbin, died in an unexpected accident.
Sorbin doubted the death of the Empress.
He demanded a full investigation to uncover the truth.
But the King of Raklin refused to search for the truth about the death of the First Empress.
He had to bury the truth.
Because the killer was the second prince's mother who was assigned to the next empress, Venelia.
After that, the First Prince was completely isolated inside the palace.
Sorbin demanded that the first prince be sent to him.
The King of Raklin agreed to this.
Then the First Prince disappeared in a surprise attack during his journey to Sorbin.
While the Empress had died in a mysterious accident, the First Prince had disappeared without a trace.
Sorbin lost two members of his family in the blink of an eye, and declared his bloody revenge.
But the result was as everyone knows.
Thanks to Division 8's sacrifices, Sorbin's army was almost destroyed, and the Sorbin King knelt before the Second Prince.
Then the Prince of Sorbin was captured and taken hostage to Raclin.
'Is this the same person?'
Dearyn was completely surprised by the prisoner's behaviour, which was quite far from what she had expected.
She had imagined that he would be living in a dark room, crying or gnashing his teeth all the time, but he was in much worse shape.
Prince Grelind, Prince of Sorbin, who escaped from his reality by resorting to alcohol.
People were accustomed to his sight, and it did not seem strange to them.
But there was only one person who was surprised: Sirius.
"……from?"
“……”
“……”
The air in the park began to cool as the sun rose higher in the sky.
It was cold. Very cold.
"Ah, haha! Don't you know me? Don't you know me?"
“I don't know you.”
“Wow, where have you been hiding all this time so you don't know me?”
Greylind laughed, clutching his stomach.
And everyone burst out laughing together.
But Sirius, unlike them, did not laugh and remained standing in silence.
Maybe Sirius doesn't know him, Dearyn thought to herself.
In war, it was not the soldiers who fought, but the royal family.
When Sorbin Palace fell, the Eighth Division withdrew, so there was no opportunity to meet the royals directly.
But not recognizing the prince was not the biggest problem.
Oh God, please, make that person not talk about the 8th Division!
If he started talking about war and Sirius revealed his identity, it would be a disaster beyond repair.
Dearyn had recently become accustomed to praying, and was prepared to set Sirius' head on fire if need be, as she would rather do so than expose them to their wrath.
“Actually, that's good! When everyone doesn't know anything, they become real friends, right? Right? So here we are drinking without knowing anything, right? Here's to you!”
"Here's to you! Ha-ha-ha!"
Everyone repeated to Greylind's toast, raising their glasses in response.
This scene was unimaginable, more than anyone had expected.
“Can this be acceptable?”
A prince from an enemy country, in the enemy's palace, toasting with enemy nobles.
If we ignore the political background, Greylinde was a cheerful and cheerful person.
However, Dearyn wasn't sure if it was right for Sirius to lift the cup with him, especially since he was part of the Eighth Division.
“Shall we start now?”
"Yes."
Sirius raised the large cup with one hand, making everyone startled at the same moment.
Greylind stopped stuttering and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
But soon he also lifted the cup, not with one hand like Sirius, but with both hands to carry it with difficulty. The cup was filled to the brim with drink, almost spilling.
"Okay, then, let's get started. Ready, go!"
By order of Hulian, the participants began to compete.
“…?”
"Yes?"
“Waaaa!”
But the match did not go as everyone expected.
The sound of the drink being spilled was quick, as Sirius began to drink from the cup without taking his mouth off the cup, as if his throat was acting as an on-and-off switch.
Normally, when someone takes a cup that size, they take a long time to drink it and suffer for hours. It is rare to find someone who could finish the cup alone.
They often ask for help.
"I finish."
But Sirius had emptied the cup before Greylinde could drink more than five sips.
Dearyn, who never imagined her dog could be so skilled, watched in stunned silence.
Even the fans who were initially cheering stopped applauding in surprise.
After Sirius emptied the cup so quickly, he showed no effect, as if he had not drunk anything.
“The result is still inconclusive! We must throw the cup towards the tree...”
Hulian tried to raise the mood again loudly.
But before he finished speaking, the cup that Sirius had thrown pierced the air, emitting a sharp sound.
Fush!
The glass cup shattered when it hit the tree.
"Oh… what? If this happens, then it's… over…"
“It's over.”
Sirius said, shouting again.
Grelind, who had drink in his mouth, immediately spat it all out.
It wasn't just diligence, it was a level that couldn't be competed with.
“Wow…what…wow…”
“I won.”
“I already won.”
This was a landslide victory for Ceres.
But since the difference between them was so big, the match was not enjoyable.
Even Dayaren, who wanted to leave the place quickly, felt that the atmosphere was very unfortunate.
In this meeting full of drunks, Deyarin did not want her dog to spend much time with them, but since the attention was already attracted, she hoped the topic would become a fascinating conversation.
At that moment, someone made a hidden suggestion.
“I think a challenge with a drunk person makes the competition unfair.”
“That's right, that's right...”
Some began trying to overturn Ceres' win.
Dearyn clenched her fist tightly.
Anyway, these people had gathered just for fun.
If I start talking about it seriously, it will seem like I'm the weird one who's exaggerating things for the sake of a game, and that's not what I want.
But she couldn't bear to see Sirius wronged.
Dearyn decided to sacrifice herself to save Sirius.
“Ahhh!”
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