# 89
Dearyn noticed that Sirius was gradually becoming affected.
Sirius is also a human being, he suffers and bleeds when he is injured, and he is affected like everyone else. When the amount of alcohol he could handle exceeded his body's limits, he began to show signs of drunkenness. A slight redness appeared on his ears and the corners of his eyes.
“Huh...”
He exhaled deeply, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and moved his hand to lift his hair from his forehead in a flabby motion. The heat seemed to get to him, so he unbuttoned one of the buttons of his shirt.
The scene was hot enough to make Dearyn forget herself for a moment.
“Oh my God, what is this...”
One of them whispered in astonishment, a feeling Deyarin silently shared. Really, what is this? To whom is he trying to show this attraction?
Dayaren felt so ashamed that she couldn't look directly at him, so she lowered her head.
It was not a feeling of shyness as much as the heat around her was overwhelming.
“If you feel like you can't continue, you can quit. Really, it's okay...”
“No… it can’t… my chest muscles…!”
“What do chest muscles have to do with this?...”
Even Holian, who was supervising the competition, worried that the situation might get out of hand. However, the competing woman remained determined, clinging to what remained of her resolve despite her body collapsing.
In the end, the woman fell.
"Winner! Sirius!"
“Woah!”
Shouts of joy erupted from the audience. Sirius's victory was epic, taking longer than a normal drinking contest.
Sirius was swaying slightly, breathing hard, and unbuttoned another button of his shirt, looking like a professional drunk.
“You tried so hard, Sirius. Come on, let's go get some rest.”
Dearyn tried to take him away, but he shook his head stubbornly.
“No... not yet...”
"Not yet what? Don't tell me you want to drink more?"
“The prize…”
“Ah.”
Because of the intensity of the challenge and the tension of the competition, everyone almost forgot that there was a prize for the victor.
The terms of this bet were clear: the winner could take anything he wanted from what the loser had.
Deyarin, wanting to ensure that the prize would not be lost in the chaos, decided to help Sirius collect the “spoils.”
“Give it to me.”
Sirius, staggering slightly, headed towards the unconscious woman.
“Take… everything… oh… take it all…”
The woman answered, delirious under the influence of alcohol, while waving her hand as if she was handing over her entire possessions.
But Sirius ignored her ramblings, and pointed to the jeweled hairpin that was pinned in her hair.
Dayaren, who was observing the situation, couldn’t help but think: “This brooch looks expensive.”
The woman, either too drunk or out of respect for the winner, took the pin out of her hair and handed it to Sirius.
"This is it?"
“That's enough.”
But, suddenly, the woman grabbed Sirius's arm with eyes red from the alcohol, screaming:
“No! Take me too! Consider me a reward!”
Dearyn, sensing danger, quickly intervened and pulled the woman away from Sirius.
“Ma’am, this can’t be done here!”
But Sirius, having taken the brooch, turned coldly without another glance, and handed the brooch to Deyarin, saying:
“Keep it.”
Dearyn, who felt confused by this sudden action, raised her head to look at Sirius and said:
“I'll keep it temporarily! I'll give it to you later in the room!”
Sirius frowned at her response, but said nothing, instead turning to the rest of the audience.
“Okay, gentlemen, hand over what you have.”
Thus Dearyn became the loyal “collector of spoils” for Ceres.
Sirius's feat of drinking alcohol was something next to impossible. He exceeded all human limits, which prompted everyone to give him what he asked for without hesitation, as a form of respect and admiration.
Being that the attendants were nobles living in the imperial palace, everything they wore or carried was exceptionally expensive.
“This button?”
“The contract is next to him.”
“Ah...this too?!”
However, Sirius seemed to have an uncanny ability to pick out the most expensive pieces of all possessions.
Dayaren, who was watching this scene, felt proud, but she also could not ignore a strange fact:
“Sirius...why do you only choose women’s jewelry?”
“Give me.”
“Of course, this is for you.”
Sirius deliberately chose the most expensive and rare jewellery, especially custom-made jewellery, which was difficult to sell or even value.
In the end, Sirius piled a shining pile of treasures in front of him, radiating an eye-catching brilliance.
Dearyn's features paled in comparison, and it was quite clear to her why Sirius had chosen these things.
His intentions were invisible to others, but they were clear to only Darren.
“Oh my God, this is a really expensive jewel.”
The last thing Sirius picked out was a jeweled necklace hanging from her.
Sirius picked up the necklace and looked at Dearyn.
"…impossible?"
Dearyn looked up at him, feeling worried.
As always, the impossible always happens.
“Dyaren.”
“No, no, don’t...”
“This suits you, Dearyn.”
"No, stop! Don't do this...!"
But Sirius put the necklace around Dearyn's neck without giving her a chance to escape.
A necklace that had been ripped from someone else's neck.
"beautiful."
“…….”
Dayaren wanted to disappear at that moment.
But it had already happened, and people's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets.
It was a problematic situation on all sides.
Putting a necklace from someone else's neck on another girl's neck.
Taking the necklace from someone else was one problem, putting it on another girl was another problem.
Which side was more problematic depended on the way of thinking.
Dayaren couldn't even think of an excuse, she was so confused.
"Thanks…?"
"You're welcome."
“Wow, choosing you as a friend was a good decision.”
Even the thanks were well received, but there was no answer to the next comment.
Dearyn looked at Sirius with worried eyes.
Sirius shook his head seriously.
“We are not friends.”
“…….”
Right, we decided we weren't friends.
Deyarin quickly regained her balance and said:
“But we are best friends.”
“…Yes, best friend.”
Fortunately, he accepted the idea.
"Right, we're best friends! Because we are! Ha-ha-ha!"
“Best friends.”
“Thanks to us being best friends, I got a gift too, that's great! Long live the friendship!”
Deyarin laughed heartily as she repeated the word “best friends.”
“You seem lucky to have a friend like him.”
“Truly, an enviable friendship.”
The atmosphere seemed like everyone was convinced.
If they are best friends, it's okay to give a taken necklace.
The meaning of friendship began to shake a little.
“Well, I guess it's time to go back now.”
They spent enough time with the attendees.
Dearyn put Sirius' arm around her shoulder as she tried to leave the place gracefully.
Given their height difference, his arm seemed like it was just slung over her shoulder, but she took it as a kind of support.
“Are you two leaving already? Stay a little while.”
“Looks like there's not much left to do.”
Dearyn laughed and looked around.
The people who lost to Sirius were scattered everywhere, exhausted.
They could have stayed and eaten more, but those present were already in a state of extreme exhaustion.
“Who will volunteer to play now?”
If you look at these people lying here, you'll know that playing with our little dog can completely exhaust you.
My dog can bite sometimes if necessary.
“Ah, well, this isn't the only chance, of course.”
Those who did not dare to confront Sirius directly smiled and pushed them out.
Seeing others fall was fun, but being the one falling wasn't attractive.
With this, Dearyn was finally able to escape with Sirius.
But the problem does not end here.
."Sirius? Sirius, heh."
“...dyaren...”
“Yes?”
“Dyaren...”
“I'm here.”
“Dyaren, Diya...”
“...You don't see anything, right?”
Sirius was repeating Dearyn's name endlessly.
Then he started walking with clearly faltering steps.
The effect of alcohol seemed to increase over time.
“…Gather yourself together, you can’t act like this here.”
“Dyaren...”
Even his breathing became heavier.
Although he was in good condition until he finished collecting the jewelry, when he started walking, he insisted on carrying Deyarin, who was walking barefoot because the heel of her shoe was broken.
After nearly dropping her once, he carried her on his back instead.
We managed to get into the building, but at this moment, the alcohol was clearly getting the better of him.
He collided with the wall twice, sending Dearren off his back.
I tried to walk beside him calmly, but as soon as I got down, his nerves relaxed, and he started walking randomly.
In the end, Deyarin had to support him as she walked.
“Huh... Sirius...”
“...even you are human in the end...”
At first, he walked upright despite her support, but gradually his weight began to increase on her shoulder.
With great effort, Dearyn lifted his heavy body and continued forward towards the room.
“I... am a human being...”
“Yes, baby, you are human.”
“I'm a little dog...?”
“...No, I apologize. Human.”
Even drunk, he heard surprisingly well.
For a moment she began to suspect that maybe he wasn't completely drunk, or maybe he was just faking it.
She looked up at his face, her eyes meeting directly with his red eyes.
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