Chapter 160 - Girls' Night

“…This is bitter,” Azriel said.

“Is it bitter? It’s rather sweet,” Lexina said.

“It’s bitter,” Azriel said.

“Give me that,” Lexina, who had stopped crying, took the bottle from Azriel. She chugged it directly from the bottle and tilted her head. “It’s tasty. Try it again. I’ll pour some for you.”

Lexina poured some wine into the glass Azriel was holding. Purple, translucent liquid sloshed around. Azriel drank it all at once and frowned. “It’s bitter!”

“It’s not bitter!” Lexina insisted.

“It’s not good…” Azriel complained.

“It’ll get better if you drink more. It tasted better as I drank more,” Lexina said.

“Is that true?” Azriel asked.

“Yes. Let’s drink it together,” Lexina suggested.

“But there’s only one glass,” Azriel said.

“I can drink it like this.” Lexina drank it from the bottle again. She gulped it down at once and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Whoa,” Azriel exclaimed.

Lexina shrugged, engrossed with a groundless sense of victory. Even though her makeup was all smeared from her tears, she did not even feel embarrassed as she was still not of sound mind. She pleasantly poured wine into Azriel’s glass. “Well, well, I said it was good.”

Azriel obediently received it, grabbed it with both hands, and drank it. Lexina kept filling her glass as soon as it was empty. They shared a bottle in that manner. Azriel joyfully smiled and clung to Lexina. Lexina burst into laughter. They exchanged a conversation that could only be understood between drunk people.

“I ha-hate… you. I do!”

“You hate me?”

“Yes!”

“I like you a lot, Lady.”

“I hate you!”

“Stop saying ‘you.’ Don’t you know my name?”

“What? What’s your name?”

“Azriel Esthera! Isn’t my name pretty? Rhema gave me that name.”

“Who’s Rhema?”

“Don’t you know Rhema? You’re a fool.”

“I don’t know him! Then, do you know Charles?”

“I know him! The prince!”

“You don’t know him! He’s a king, not a prince! You are a fool.”

“I don’t think so… Is he? Hey, but why is this all empty?”

“You emptied it all.”

“No, you drank more than me.”

“It’s you, I said. Hey, I’ve got more. I’ve got a lot!”

Both of them were not in their right minds. As they staggered and giggled, the door of the garden house slightly opened behind them. Still invisible, Marthicoras stuck his head inside. Noticing his master’s condition, he flew in, but he was lost for words upon witnessing the scene inside the garden house.

“…Master?” Marthi said.

“Marthi!” Azriel called out.

“Who’s Marthi?” Lexina asked with inaccurate pronunciation. Azriel beamed and made a gesture at Marthi. Because of the hand gesture, his invisibility spell was lifted.

“This is my familiar. Look!” Azriel yelled.

“M-m-master!” Marthi squealed.

“My Marthi, isn’t he cute?” Azriel said.

“What’s this? A doll?” Lexina murmured and grabbed Marthi’s tale.

Startled, Marthi jumped. “Don’t touch me, human!”

“He even speaks,” Lexina observed.

“My Marthi. He speaks well!” Azriel yelled joyfully.

Lexina kept touching and rubbing Marthi, and Azriel just smiled brightly with her face reddened.

“Master, you are drunk…” Marthi seriously considered whether he should knock her out and drag her away. Then, his fur suddenly stood on end, and he escaped from Lexina’s grasp, baring his teeth toward the door. Soon, Rhema Reshith appeared, opening the door without making any sound. Marthi blocked Azriel to protect her and growled, “Rhema Reshith. Why are you here?”

Rhema looked down at the familiar with cold eyes. “I—”

“Oh, it’s Rhema!” Azriel pointed her finger as soon as she saw him and cried. Then, she pulled Lexina. “Look! That person is Rhema!”

“Who’s Rhema?” Lexina asked.

“He’s the most important person to me!” Azriel yelled.

“What? He’s important? Why?” Lexina asked.

“He’s the most precious person to me,” Azriel replied.

Stiffened, Rhema forgot what he was going to say. Lexina frowned and cried out suddenly, “You can’t do that. The person who’s most important to you should be His Majesty! You will be a queen!”