Login with GoogleChapter 154 The Marvelous Night Where Liquor Emboldens The Coward
The mysterious capital, the business district.
In Dio's cottage, the two adults neglected the milk tea and hand-made coffee that were nothing but a facade, instead opting for the variety of cocktails meticulously crafted by Roger, the master mixologist.
We are all adults now so let's not use those tricks that middle schoolers use to deceive their parents. We came here to drink, right?
Drink for success even if it leads to trouble!
Roger was responsible for making cocktails and the Eternal Night Empress personally cooked some simple appetizers to go with the drinks.
It's a simple cold dish and fried food, but the temperature control is done well.
The level at which the magician above the legend played with fire was definitely not lacking. There was no such regrettable scene as "the perfect goddess inexplicably defeated in the dark cuisine".
There is delicious food, exquisite wine, beautiful people (one can also appreciate men), perfect emotions, no procrastination so let's drink!
And cocktails, although superficially extravagant, combine various tastes to create a complex sensory experience. Additionally, the final product is undeniably visually appealing. At least in the world of the Eternal night, it remains a fresh way to drink.
And it's quite exciting too.
Paired with basic cooking skills are various mystical and mysterious expressions and practices which at least superficially elevate the overall level of sophistication.
Roger collects the wines from this side, some of which are rewarded by the queen, and others are found in the estates of nobles with quality and vintage that can rival many immortal wine cellars which are at least beyond the reach of any bar in the empire.
The Eternal Night Empress quite enjoyed this novel experience, having set aside the wine list handwritten by Roger and commenced to put him through various mental challenges.
Roger wouldn't miss his own hard-earned creation.
In the past there was neither time nor inclination to arrange these things; possessing the skills but lacking the opportunity to enjoy them.
I have been ordered to make a drink now which happens to be a good opportunity to test my own craftsmanship.
Thankfully, in the area of life skills the system has never let him down.
[If the system was as reliable in battle, that would be great...]
At the thought of himself unwittingly becoming a flesh shield having to rely on the abilities of the Eternal Night Empress for output, Roger couldn't help but drink a few more cups.
In the dimly lit room controlled by intelligent devices, the figures took on a hazy beauty. Coupled with the simple yet luxurious decor, this atmosphere truly made for a wonderful evening.
A topic devoid of much nuance can still bring two individuals much joy, occasional glances exchanged left the Eternal Night Queen feeling somewhat flustered and restless.
Tonight, she took off the cloak of the queen and wished to be simply a woman. Her heart had grown to depend on Roger in many ways, and her instincts craved more physical contact and warmth.
She is strong, but she doesn't walk the path of being heartless and ruthless. Many times she suppresses her natural emotions due to a sense of responsibility, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have them.
The air gradually warmed up, but the two people always lacked the one with more courage to break through this situation of being stuck in politeness.
Little Ao is troubled by the etiquette and the reserved nature of the girl, he has taken the initiative throughout the entire process, feeling that he has missed out on the rituals and romantic gestures that the man should have arranged.
One can push and arrange things on their own beforehand, but the confession step cannot be skipped, can it?
Does the queen have a youthful heart as well?
Little Aoxue took a sip and sighed faintly as she looked at the fool who was mostly focused on the art of mixology.
I knew relying on this fool was not going to work. We have exhausted all possible approaches, and we cannot return empty-handed.
As the saying goes, the thief doesn't retreat empty-handed. Since they have already come, it is time to take one step further even if it means accepting my fate and taking action on my own.
Lacking a bit of courage, alcohol will do the trick!
She secretly applied a debuff to reduce her physique.
Otherwise, given her physical condition, even if she drank until her stomach exploded, she would not feel drunk.
Holding her wine cup, the Eternal Night Queen sipped delicately, anticipating the surge of the alcohol to empower her, and then she would attack ferociously like a descending wave of tigers from the mountains.
Actually, at this moment, Roger was feeling a bit itchy in his heart.
A girl comes to your house and drinks any wine offered to her to the last drop.
Was this a feeling of trust in little Roger, or an unspoken spell cast by adults; his instincts seemed uncertain.
It's just a habit of prudence, always fearing that any out-of-line behavior might ruin the present wonderful atmosphere, and also wanting to confirm once again the feelings of little classmate Ao.
Be sure to have a larger grip before you strike, even larger...
He also drank quite a bit and enjoyed the conversation, but he became increasingly uncertain about his attitude toward the Eternal Night Queen.
Watching her classmate Little Ao drinking while keeping her head down, Roger believed that her interest in various exotic cocktails was clearly greater than his own.
So, have I improved only to become a mere bartender, little Roger?
He was somewhat uncomfortable and somewhat unwilling to accept it.
Or else, take a step forward and speak your heart to His Majesty?
Just to tell the story, it isn't really a confession, right?
Even if it ends up as a tragedy, it could still be explained away as drunken rantings and falsehoods. Your Majesty, please don't take it to heart.
Well, the risk still exists. However, considering this state of affairs, can we really expect better opportunities in the future if we wait any longer?
As the saying goes, the thief doesn't leave empty-handed. Now that he has come, it is time to take another step forward. I am not willing to tolerate this any longer!
If one lacks courage, alcohol shall suffice!
Roger took advantage of the opportunity of getting materials far away, and quietly tore open a magic scroll, giving himself a debuff that reduces his physical attributes.
Otherwise, given his tolerance for alcohol, he feared he would lack the courage to avoid spouting nonsensical gibberish even if the queen desired to return to the palace.
So an interesting scene appeared in the room.
The men and women in question, who were both inclined towards thievery and seeking to break free from their current circumstances, threw caution to the wind and disregarded their usual reservations and aversion towards drunkenness, opting instead to drink with a bold and spirited attitude, all in the hopes of becoming thoroughly intoxicated!
Only when I'm drunk can I move on to the next step!
The result was that what was originally a slightly ambiguous hint turned into a scene of a group of soldiers drinking competitively.
"Your Majesty, come and taste this Bloody Mary."
"Don't just talk without practicing, could you please finish your Long Island Iced Tea first before speaking?"
"Mixing cocktails is too much trouble, let's just go straight for vodka!"
"Good idea, satisfying! But the sauce-flavored liquor is still smoother on the palate..."
"Does the Empire not have this kind of wine?"
"That one truly doesn't exist!"
"That won't do. I'll invest the money, you make sure to get me some aromatic sauce wine, especially that "what's-it-called" brand too!"
The room grew hotter and hotter, fueled by alcohol transformed into energy, causing both individuals to sweat profusely from their foreheads. Their bragging and nonsensical talk strayed off course and landed on the topic of the development of the empire's brewing industry.
And as they drank and became more inebriated, neither of them noticed anything unusual.
People's drinking can be divided into stages.
At first, knowing the discomfort of getting drunk, it took several rounds of persuasion from others before taking a small sip.
However, as one keeps drinking, they will eventually start seeking alcohol on their own, always wanting to pursue a further numbing sensation of the nervous system, to forget the sorrows of sobriety.
Romance is too troublesome, let's just have a drink!
One o'clock in the morning.
The table and floor were both stacked with empty bottles. The Eternal Night Queen lay sprawled on the sofa, feeling invincible.
At this moment, the deity of knowledge descended in human form, and we were also able to offer him a humble gift.
*BURP* "Ah, that's better. It's just that I feel like I might have forgotten something..."
She pondered and pondered, her eyelids becoming heavier until she fell asleep.
Roger went to the toilet to flush. Feeling tired and sleepy, he staggered towards the bedroom.
"Tonight's drinking was satisfying...just feels like something was forgotten?"
He fell onto the bed as soon as he entered the room, intending to contemplate slowly. However, he ended up falling asleep at warp speed.
So the two cowardly people who had planned to "get drunk to boost their courage" ended up getting drunk together.
Tonight's quest for a breakthrough in the game of love resulted in a draw with no clear winner.
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On a new day, a light rain fell and blew cooly upon the smooth legs beneath a short skirt.
A petite charming figure, with umbrella in hand and lunch box in tow, made her way towards the commercial district.
Margaret arrived outside Dio's door once again, according to her daily breakfast schedule and knocked on the door.
This is the bond that connects her and her best and only friend, and is the most relaxing and happiest time of every day!
It's nice to have friends!
He also came up with a great idea for the proxy war, which was deeply appreciated by His Majesty. It felt like the more he owed him, the more he owed him!
The tail of the mixed-race little demon shook behind him, because he was happy and didn't realize that today's waiting time was much longer than usual.
With a creaking sound, the door of the room finally opened.
The mixture of alcohol and slightly murky air made her furrow her brow. She then saw a handsome youth with black hair and eyes, dressed in pajamas, open the door.
That was a face that often appeared in Margaret's nightmares, the face of the accomplice of the Blue-Haired Virgin who bullied her.
She covered her little mouth, trying hard to lower her voice so as not to scream out, "Roger? What are you doing here?"
"This is my home, where else would I be?" Roger asked in confusion, rubbing his head which was aching due to a hangover, completely unaware that he had forgotten to change his appearance.
"Is this your home? Oh, I see..." Margaret's gaze shifted past Roger to take in the numerous wine bottles scattered throughout the room, the figure draped in a blanket on the sofa, and the cascading locks of blonde hair.
She suddenly misunderstood.
At this moment, the Eternal Night Queen is wrapped in a blanket that Roger had just casually covered her with. Due to the light coming in from outside being against the door, only a head of blonde hair was exposed, and in reality, the person's gender could not be determined.
Margaret instinctively assumed that Dio was on the sofa.
Combined with the wine bottle and Roger's words just now, a grand scene was automatically imagined in the little devil's head.
Roger and Dio have always had a close relationship that transcends the boundaries of mere friendship - what belonged to you, now belonged to me, and what was mine, remained mine.
Last night they got so drunk at home that Dio slept directly on the sofa, and Roger was still wearing Dio's pajamas...
The incessant patter of rain suddenly ceased and the sun emerged, illuminating a magnificent rainbow in its wake.
Margaret's heart sank deeper and deeper, but she put on a brave smile and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I'll leave now... *sobbing*"
"The little demon didn't even finish speaking, before transforming into a small train and chugging away with a mournful 'whoo-whoo'".
The happiness that existed just one minute ago, now no longer remains.
Her mind was filled with the bodies of Dio and Roger entwined together.
Oh my, they were actually in that kind of relationship?
Oh my, doesn't this indicate that I no longer have any chance to move forward?
Heavens, being a girl is so difficult, excellent boys are already so rare, and yet they are still free to choose who they want to be with...
Oh my, why is this scene still a bit thrilling to think about...
Stop, the human world is too terrifyingly real, and I absolutely cannot become corrupted!
"What's wrong with her today? At least she could have left some breakfast behind... Both His Majesty and I are hungry!"
Roger watched the silhouette of Margaret walking away, feeling inexplicably puzzled.
But the day after getting drunk was really uncomfortable, he didn't have the strength to think too much, so he closed the door and went back to bed.
"Water!"
The annoyed Eternal Night Queen shouted a word, for drinking often leads to thirst.
"Where is your magic?"
Roger poured a glass of warm water for her, feeling somewhat helpless.
With her power, she could easily snap her fingers and be full, yet she insisted on bothering him.
"I will use it if I want to use it, and if I don't want to use it, I won't use it. Meh~"
Handing the empty glass back to Roger, little Ao made a face before jumping off the couch.
"Is Your Majesty not going to sleep?"
"No, the sofa is not comfortable."
In other words, your bed has been requisitioned!
Roger looked at the bedroom and the closed door with a baffled expression.
How irrational the queen becomes when she is drunk, unlike her usual composed self.
Roger layed on the sofa, pulled over a blanket still suffused with the lingering scent of the Queen of Eternal Night's body, and as he pondered, a small smile involuntarily crossed his face.
Apart from waking up wearing a boy's T-shirt, the Eternal Night Queen seemed to have a somewhat cute girlfriend vibe this morning.
Actually, it's rare to be somewhat adorable...
It's a pity that nothing happened last night, I was too drunk... It's such a shame, how did I get so drunk just like that?
In the bedroom, the Night Queen who had covered someone's blanket, couldn't help but let out a long sigh while looking at the ceiling.
"This bed is quite large, it can easily accommodate two people..."
She pulled the blanket close, as if she could faintly smell someone's scent, her emotions complex.
I simply closed the door without locking it. What this means can probably only be understood by fools, right?
Perhaps it was only natural for him to bring himself over to this side last night, wasn't it?
It turned out that last night was an unexpectedly peaceful Christmas Eve. Where can one express their grievances?
Why can't he be shameless and smart like those aristocrats who always go beyond the limit and even name their children with just a glance?
So you want to catch a girl but you are too shy?
The queen is unhappy and doesn't want to attend court. She wants to occupy his bed and sleep there all the time, punishing him by forcing him to sleep on the couch!
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The semi-face was immersed in a pink mist.
Shana held onto her legs and looked at the edge of the world, fascinated by the intricate and complex magic circle that she had just unleashed.
There were many runes, clearly not in the style of the world of Eternal Night.
The miniature projection head enlarged.
"The power of this queen is truly unfathomable. I fear that I may not be able to escape with my own strength alone."
Exploring a different dimension has always been the highest level of sealing. If one can find the pattern to break it, there is a chance to escape, and if one's strength is sufficient, they can also forcefully lift the seal.
However, when faced with the seal set by the Eternal Night Queen, Shana was completely bewildered and lacked the necessary strength to forcibly break it. As a result, she truly became trapped in this place...
This is very uncomfortable.
She knew that the Seven Gods would inevitably come to this plane, and once she was exposed, there would be no escape from the imminent danger.
No need for the main deity, once discovered by the true form of Nalinai, it is an inevitable demise without a burial site...
Therefore, every moment of her life was precious, to be used for enjoying its pleasures!
Compared to the excitement and bustle of the mortal world, this space that belonged solely to her was unbearably, excessively, exceedingly dull!
Thinking that she had still succeeded on her own made her even more furious.
"Blame it all on that asshole Roger... he doesn't know how to entertain guests and has caused me to be trapped here..."
Shana clenched her small fist with resentment, thinking about those things that someone had done to her before, feeling both ashamed and angry.
Actually, I still feel a bit nostalgic...
It's really comfortable!
This is the unique experience brought by the human body, doing it oneself but not experiencing that electrifying excitement...
However, that guy used such comfortable means on himself, but only to confuse and then sneak attack, which makes him even more despicable!
She read Charlotte's memories and knew that in terms of human aesthetics, she was definitely one of the most beautiful kinds.
Doesn't that guy have any feelings? Which step went wrong?
She summoned a phantom in Roger's image, poking hole after hole in "him" with her finger...
"Do not let me go out or I will catch you, hmph!"
She knew that the Night Queen had only imprisoned her without killing her, so there must be a role where the Night Queen could still use her.
She was ready to cooperate honestly next time, and no longer employ any means of retreat as a strategy...
"Alas, Xiao Ao should not have treated me like this. It must be all because of that scoundrel Roger's influence!"
Shauna wore a look of despair on her face as she continued to poke at "Roger", summoning another each time she broke one.
All of it is Roger's fault!
It's too boring here. Besides venting my frustration by poking him, there really is nothing to do!
Please come and release me quickly!
I will definitely confess truthfully and reform myself!
If I continue to be bored here, I will cry to show you! I will truly cry!
