Henry’s eyebrows twitched at Iselan’s roar. Makgus had a strong reputation, but Zelna’s whisky was just as famous.

‘This is truly getting tiresome.’

Getting drunk was the least of Henry’s problems. He could deal with it easily by circulating his mana, and he intended to take the opportunity to get a good rest the next day. The problem was the sheer amount of liquor.

“Today, we’re drinking by the bowl! You can keep up, right?”

‘This is getting worse and worse.’

On a happy day like this, it was not possible to refuse a drink from a superior. Henry sighed and raised his bowl.

“Yes, of course.”

Anticipating a long night ahead, Henry feigned a smile. Suddenly…

- Master.

A voice echoed in Henry’s head.

‘Mm?’

It was Klever.

‘I told you not to reveal yourself without my permission.’

Henry had used this form of communication with his subordinates in his previous life, so this didn’t feel out of the ordinary. Magic similar to telepathy worked this way as well.

- I didn’t reveal myself! Communicating discreetly like this with you is easy for me.

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