Nightti Toasts Beneath The Moon (1)
Gaahhh! The moon is a real killer tonight, isnt it?!
Even though he was severely injured and wrapped in bandages all over his body, Darius laughed heartily as he admired the moon.
The moon looked as if it were sliced into neat halves, and as reinvigorating as it was, the moonlight seed to carry a tinge of lancholy as it gently bathed the surroundings.
Thud!
Darius, who had been idly sitting atop an oak barrel, stood up. Amidst the picturesque night scenery of the garden, he chose to tip the wine glass tonight.
I did entertain the idea of getting drunk with so snacks while enjoying the moon after getting out of prison, but I never expected the opportunity to do so would arrive this quickly.
Once the Phantom of Griffin was annihilated, King Orpheus regained control of his body.
He stopped the Royal Knights and the Mage Tribunal Judges while acknowledging that he was possessed by the Evil Ghost.
And just like that, the incident was resolved.
For so reason, a nightti drinking fest was held at the Royal Palace garden a few days later.
I wondered if it was necessary to do it now, but the King suggested that as the audience chamber would be under repairs either way, there would be no better ti than now. Thats how we ended up gathering like this.
Being sturdy is good and all, but I never knew she would be that sturdy.
Deia was moving a cart full of wine glasses beside .
I wanted to help, but I couldnt move my arm easily due to the gunshot wound on my left shoulder.
Gaaaahhh! Deia, bring on the drinks!
And there was Findenai, walking right past . She was still dressed in her maid uniform, sohow looking like a child while raising and swinging the largest mug excitedly.
Chief, wait for !
Its a party!
Yay!!
The Scrapyard Nomads trio trailed behind Findenai like ducklings.
Seeing their enthusiasm, which seed like they had already downed a few drinks, Deia warned them.
Hey! Its already quite late, so keep it down!
Since there were no servants around, and it was a small space just for us, causing a fuss might disturb those resting.
The servants had only arranged a campfire-like setup before retreating to rest, while Archmage Ropelican and his apprentices gathered to kindle the fla.
It seed like they were betting on who could use the least amount of mana to conjure fire.
I took a seat on the bench in front of the flower bed where Eleanor and I often sat.
The massive pillar of fire, conjured by Ropelican, shot up sporadically like a geyser, lighting up the sky.
Whoa! Thats way too much firepower!
M-Master! What should we do!
W-Wait!
The mages were putting on quite a show.
[Wow, wow! Ill just go take a look around for a mont!]
Perhaps impressed by the massive fire bursting gloriously, the Dark Spiritualist naturally drifted towards the mages.
As I was absentmindedly enjoying the fire while propping my chin, a female student sat next to .
Aria Rias handed over the beer mug she was holding to .
Professor, you should have a drink as well.
I warned her as I accepted it.
Do not think about drinking, you are still a student.
When I warned her sternly, Aria smiled mischievously and extended the glass in her other hand.
The scent of oranges hit my nose.
Im just having so juice. You really dislike it when students do things unlike students, dont you?
I didnt bother replying with because I am a professor because I hardly had any proper experience working as a professor.
Aria gently laughed and asked as I was blankly staring at the fire.
Are you spacing out to the fire?
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You know, you ntioned it a long ti ago, Professor. A really long ti ago!
Was she talking about sothing from the first cycle?
I gulped down my drink without bothering to reply. Though it was a beer mug, it was filled with wine that tasted quite pleasant, most likely provided by the Royal Palace.
So, what are you going to do from now on? Oh, dont worry! Whatever you decide on, Im on your side, Professor.
No matter what I do?
As I brought the drink to my lips again and inquired, Aria responded without a hint of hesitation.
Yes, of course.
I held the mug close to my lips and montarily contemplated before lowering my hand and asking again.
What if I were to massacre most of the Kingdom like Heralhazard?
I thought she would hesitate a bit.
Or she would at least pretend to question it.
Yes.
However, Aria answered with a bright smile, without a monts hesitation.
You must have a reason behind it!
Whether she realized it or not, her response just now had pricked my heart.
She was the character I used to play with. From her first steps till the conclusion of the story, I had fought alongside her and witnessed it all.
Watching Aria Rias, the protagonist, being this broken was more difficult than I imagined.
Huff.
Tap.
With my gaze fixed on the flas, I slowly extended my hand and placed it on Arias head.
I could feel that Aria was surprised and was staring blankly at , but I didnt want to look at her right now.
However, I felt sorry for her.
It must have been difficult.
I offered whatever comfort I could.
Ah
While I may not be able to fully empathize with the extent of her suffering and agony that made her reach her breaking point, I could sowhat understand it.
Everything will be fine. Relax your shoulders.
Aaaaaah, Professor!
She was about to reach out and hug .
But I had already withdrawn my hand from her head, pushing her away as she tried to get closer to .
Not this.
I cant do this?
Genuinely disappointed, Aria clicked her tongue and murmured while carefully adjusting her butt to move closer to .
Our thighs were touching, signifying the current proximity between us.
It was annoying, but seeing how Aria liked it so much, I didnt feel like making an issue out of it.
Aria smiled in satisfaction as she seed to enjoy the atmosphere.
However, a certain freedom-seeking barbarian abruptly appeared and ruined the mood.
It turns out when you drink, you enjoy doing it alone, Master Bastard.
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Ms. Findenai, were having an important conversation right now, so could you please scram?
Aria delivered a sharp remark, but Findenai responded with a smirk.
Is slling Master Bastards scent that important? Master Bastard, you, too, must have noticed that, but you just pretend not to.
.Pardon?
Arias head turned like a rusty gear. With her face flushed, exhibiting a rare mont of embarrassnt, she looked directly at and asked.
D-did you notice it?
If she was talking about her getting closer to intentionally, pretending to breathe while trying to sll my scent
Yes.
I knew it.
Upon hearing that, Aria stood up abruptly, lowered her head deeply to hide her face, and stord away.
Findenai then occupied Arias seat.
Casually leaning on the bench, holding a beer mug in the other hand, and resting one leg on the opposite thigh, Findenai adopted a posture that was inappropriate while wearing a skirt.
Keep your legs down.
I imdiately furrowed my brows and warned her, but Findenai provoked even more with her remarks.
Why? Does it excite you? Does it bring back mories of your old libertine days? Shall we make tonight lively?
Do not cross the line.
Tsk, dont people joke around when they drink? Isnt that what youre supposed to do?
Findenai extended her mug towards . Letting out a sigh, I reciprocated by gently clinking my mug against hers.
It was more of a thud than a clink.
Satisfied with that, Findenai gulped down her drink, and I, too, took a sip once again.
Will you be staying in Graypond for a while?
When Findenai asked casually, I calmly responded.
Yes, it is not over yet.
I had overco all the trials from the King. So, the only thing left was for to be officially recognized as a dark mage affiliated with the Kingdom. However, in reality, this was just the beginning.
I could already vividly picture the torrent of criticism pouring in and how I would be dragged to the debate hall.
It will not just be noisy. Many rcenaries will be aiming to assassinate or kidnap . When the ti cos, you will have to deal with them.
Because I had planned to have Aria return to the academy.
Hearing this, Findenai rummaged through her pockets.
Assassins? It will be so much fun. Will I need to swing my axe every three days?
Findenai pulled out a cigarette from her pocket. As I stared at her patiently, she imdiately mumbled an excuse upon realizing my scrutiny.
Ah, its a habit. Ill just keep it in my mouth.
Huff.
Anyway, regardless of the situation, Findenai would still be herself. Even though she was feeling tipsy and had a flushed face, she still casually broached a serious topic.
Thats perfect timing. Ive heard that so of our fellow countryn are in Graypond. Though its a different resistance group, not the Scrapyard Nomads.
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I want to go and et up with them. It seems like I should gather information as well.
I silently listened to the topic she brought up as if she was trying to remind and make sure I did not forget that they were part of the resistance movent.
Certainly, there were other resistance groups that had co from the Clark Republic, and they were not only dwelling in Graypond, but also in several other major cities.
They had different nas and proclaid convictions.
They erged as major villains in the chapter where Findenai and the protagonist Aria fought and Findenai, who unified all the resistance groups, took on the role of the leader.
Of course, such storylines no longer exist.
Such a future disappeared the mont Findenai beca my maid.
Therefore, Aria probably wouldnt want to ss with Findenai for no reason, either.
In the midst of a rather serious conversation, Findenai glanced at .
Master Bastard, can I ask you one thing?
.Speak.
Affected by her serious expression, I unintentionally focused on what she wanted to say.
Back then, when I offered to lick your asshole, did you regret rejecting it?
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You regret it, right? Right?
Findenai.
My head was pounding. Since I was definitely not drunk, I naturally responded with an expression full of disgust.
Get lost.
/genesisforsaken
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