Book 4 Chapter 30.3 - New Life
In the corner of one of Steel Gate’s bustling underground pubs, the radiance in Cirvanas’ eyes was lax, his small face red and burning hot as he stared at the glass in front of him. This was the standard cup for drinking strong alcohol, usually filled with half a cup of ice before having something like whiskey or vodka poured in. The alcohol usually only reached two or three centimeters tall, but the glass in front of Cirvanas exceeded the halfway mark, and there wasn’t a single chunk of ice inside.
“Come, drink it!” The Madeline on the side was smiling like a devil who had just seized a soul.
Cirvanas’ pretty face completely distorted. Wind, beasts,...