Today was the morning after the feast ended in a great success.
We exited the guildâs lodging room, and went down to the training grounds. There we found several adventurers lying on the ground, as silent as corpses.
Fran scowled, holding her nose.
ăThis place reeks of alcoholâŠâŠă
No doubt the drinking continued even after Fran left to sleep. How the hell is that guy out cold while managing to hold a headstand?
Moreover, there were some still drinking in the morning. At the center of them was Izario, the divine sword wielding adventurer.
ăWhat are you even saying anymore!ă
Damn. There were nearly 30 bottles of alcohol lying at his feet, but Izario showed no signs of getting wasted. He seemed only somewhat tipsy, with the other adventurers all half-collapsed around him.
Is this also part of a Rank S adventurerâs strength? I heard that you can get drunk from alcohol no matter how high your level is, but maybe high stats affect the speed at which your body recovers?
With the way he scarfed down his drink while laughing like an idiot, he looked just like any middle-aged man you would see in a bar. He reminded me of my department boss before my reincarnation.
The adventurers around him didnât seem to notice Izario at all, probably the effect of his cloak. Well, maybe theyâre just too drunk to recognize people in general.
Actually, didnât he say something about âwanting to be in perfect conditionâ? Thereâs no way that counts as perfect condition.
Fran thought so too, so she approached Izario and the others.
Even Izario recognized Fran as âThe Meat Girlâ! I guess Fran didnât seem to mind. Rather, she looked kinda smug? Maybe she thought of it as a title of respect given to the person presiding over the wonderful existence of meat.
ăYou said you couldnât do a mock battle because you wanted to be in perfect condition.ă
ăYeah! I definitely said that!ă
ăAre you actually in perfect condition?ă
I donât think Fran was actually angry, but rather genuinely doubtful. Since Fran didnât drink, she didnât really know what itâs like to be drunk.
ăSure am. Iâve got more energy when Iâm a little drunk! This is how my perfect condition looks like!ă
Lies! All lies! Heâs just a damn drunkard spouting nonsense now! Fran, donât listen to him! IzarioâŠâŠ Youâre literally a hopeless good-for-nothing! What idiot called him the honors students among the Rank S adventurers!?
ăYou wanna drink too, little lady?ă
ăDoes it taste good?ă
ăOh definitely! Youâve never had a drink before? Youâre losing out on 90% of your life!ă
Donât they usually say âhalf of your lifeâ there? What kind of loser spends 90% of their life drinking?!
ăIâm not allowing this!ă
ăâŠâŠJust a little bit.ă
ăNo! No, no, no, no!ă
ăUhahahaha! Drink, drink, drink! I learned the taste of alcohol when I was five!ă
ăKuh! Damn alcoholics!ă
Franâs gaze wavered between me and the cup Izario handed her. Being the glutton that she was, Fran showed interest in the drink. Besides, adventurers were all about booze.
She must want to drink in order to become her vision of an ideal adventurer. Still, Iâm having none of this!
Maybe it would be acceptable if weâre placed in a situation where there was nothing else to drink, but I see no reason to allow her to learn the taste of alcohol right now. What am I supposed to do if she gets addicted?!
Fine, Iâll always have my telekinesis as a last resort. But while I was worryingâŠâŠ
ăYou! Youâre Izario!ă
ăYeah? And whoâre you guys?ă
ăIâm Zubalb, Rank C adventurer!ă
ăWeâre going to beat the shit out of you and make a name for ourselves! Prepare yourself!ă
They looked pretty violent, so I expected them to be asking for a mock battle. Then they suddenly pulled out their weapons. I guess itâs more like a foolhardy grab for fame.
Winning against a Rank S adventurer would certainly make them famous, but donât they have any sense of fear?
His two friends were obviously only Rank D, so how did they expect to compare with a divine sword? However, it seems these guys thought they had a chance.
ăEven if youâre Rank S, you canât beat me when drunk! Youâre mine!ă
Izarioâs face was indeed red, so he was obviously drunk. But did that even matter?
The crowd cheered as the fight suddenly broke out. Instead of helping Izario, they simply started to drink to the fight.
Rather than being heartless or anything, the thought that Izario might lose probably never entered their heads.
ăIzario, when did you get here?ă
ăWhat? You guys were drinking together, werenât you?ă
ăI was so drunk I didnât even notice!ă
ăHeâs not even wearing a mask, and you couldnât recognize him!ă
Fran simply moved back to the wall, waiting to see how Izario responded.
ăThat guy with an axe seems pretty decent.ă
ïŒNn. His movements arenât bad.ïŒ
While he didnât have any magic or scouting skills, his weapon skills were decent. He also had Intuition and other discernment-type skills, which are likely what allowed him to break the effect of Izarioâs cloak.
Izario ducked when Zubalb slashed at him with a war cry. Then he shrugged and shook his head.
ăGood grief, man. I was just having a good time drinking, and now you come out of nowhere. If you apologize now, we can pretend it never happened.ă
ăHeh! You call yourself Rank S? Youâre just a coward trying to get out of a fight! This so-called âcontinent of deathâ is nothing but the boonies!ă
ăHuh. Getting me all riled upâŠâŠ Fine. You can call me whatever you want, but I canât back down if you mock the other adventurers. Letâs settle this.ă
Izario kept a smirk on his face as he made a âbring itâ gesture towards Zubalb.
ăDonât you dare look down on me!ă
Though unexpected, it looks like weâll get the chance to see how this Rank S adventurer fights.