Chapter 43: Leona Gets Drunk
“A…BC! Come here! Come drink and have fun with this princess!”
As Abyss and Rebecca approached Leona, who was sitting at a table, her cheerful voice reached them.
Her cheeks were flushed, her smile brighter than ever, her demeanor incredibly cute. Abyss was surprised. Was Leona drunk? Undead shouldn’t be able to get drunk.
“She ordered a potion-infused drink. The bartender said it simulates the feeling of intoxication, designed for those who want to experience drunkenness without harming their bodies,” Flora explained, watching Leona with a fond smile. “The bartender offered a challenge: drink three glasses without collapsing, and it’s free. Leona accepted the challenge, drank all three glasses, and now she’s like this.”
“Heehee… You’re here,” Leona said, holding an empty glass, her head resting on Flora’s shoulder, her eyes slightly unfocused, as she looked at Abyss and Rebecca. “Sit down, Flora anticipated you might want a drink, so she ordered one for each of you. Drink up, drink up… Hic… I can handle another barrel!”
Abyss and Rebecca sat down, and Flora placed two glasses of drink before them.
“Thank you, Flora. You’re so thoughtful,” Rebecca said, taking her glass and sniffing its aroma. “This is my favorite drink! What a coincidence!”
“I guessed based on your personality. I’m glad you like it,” Flora said, smiling gently.
Abyss took a sip. It was a drink he had enjoyed at the dwarf’s tavern, his favorite during his drinking session with Leona. He hadn’t mentioned his preference to anyone, but Flora had noticed. As always, she was incredibly attentive, making him feel comfortable and cared for.
“I love this drink. Thank you for remembering, Flora,” Abyss said gratefully. Flora blushed slightly, nodding silently.
“What are you talking about… Come drink with this princess!” Leona exclaimed, clinking her empty glass against theirs. “Cheers… Hic!”
“It seems you had a productive meeting with the alchemists. You both seem to be in good spirits,” Flora said, observing Rebecca, her own glass filled with a mild, low-alcohol drink.
“Yes, I gained many new insights from our conversations, but I’m not ready to work yet. Let’s relax and enjoy our drinks. We should find a place to rest. I’ll take you to the most comfortable inn in the city. It used to be owned by a gang, but they’re gone now. I wonder who’s running it,” Rebecca said, reaching out and stroking Leona’s silver hair. Leona, now intoxicated, giggled, her face beaming with happiness.
“Are you and Leona having fun?” Abyss asked. “Well, it’s obvious Leona is enjoying herself.”
“We’re both relaxed. We were constantly on the move with Givia. It wasn’t tiring, but it was hectic. It’s nice to have a change of pace,” Flora replied. “This bar has a pleasant atmosphere. The alchemists are mostly polite. No one is being loud or disruptive. I enjoy this peaceful ambiance. As for the drinks… Well, I can’t get drunk, so it’s just like a regular beverage for me.”
“I’m glad you’re both happy. Let’s consider these drinks a celebration for Rebecca’s return from the other world,” Abyss said, raising his glass. “Cheers!”
They clinked their glasses, the sound of glass meeting glass echoing through the bar.
…
Leona was conflicted. The potion had induced a sense of relaxation, making her feel drowsy, but her undead body couldn’t fall asleep. She clung to Flora, her voice whiny and affectionate, acting like a spoiled child.
Abyss, ever the gentleman, couldn’t let Flora, seemingly delicate, carry her. He offered to carry Leona himself.
Leona settled down in his arms, her face buried in his chest, quiet and content, although not asleep.
“Alright, it’s time to leave,” Rebecca said, taking Flora’s hand and leading her towards the exit. She sighed, relieved. “I’m not really one for entertainment. I usually spend most of my time in my laboratory, surrounded by potions. I was worried you wouldn’t enjoy this place, but seeing you having fun makes me happy.”
“I’m not much of a party person either. And Leona is as simple as a child. Abyss is probably the most fun-loving among us,” Flora said, chuckling. “He’s always full of creative ideas.”
“Thank you,” Abyss said, his voice tinged with pride. “Well, I mastered all the necessary magic a long time ago. I have nothing else to do but dig up graves and find ways to make life more interesting.”
“Oh, right, you mentioned that crazy plan of yours—defeating the Creator God,” Rebecca said, lowering her voice. “Tell me all about it when we get to the inn! I’m curious about your plans, and everything you’ve done so far. Tonight is the perfect opportunity!”
“Of course, our adventures are as fascinating as a Shadow Demon’s brain,” Abyss said, winking at her. “I won’t disappoint you.”
…
They left the Alchemy Club, their laughter fading into the night.
The doorman, watching them disappear, smiled, patting his pocket.
“Well, I thought today would be an ordinary day, but I received a generous tip. I’ll treat myself to a drink at the tavern after work,” he said, his legs crossed, one foot tapping rhythmically. “But those four were strange. Why were they talking to the air when they arrived? And they paid for five people, even though there were only four of them… Tsk, I shouldn’t think about it. It’s a bit creepy…”
He glanced around nervously, then returned to his duties.
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