(Several days later, inside an inn.)
"Hmm..." Rael stared at the pop-up, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
He took a few sips, gurgled them a little, and then spat them out directly onto the people in front of him.
Coincidentally, they didn't protest. After all, how could they? The earlier brawl had lasted only a few seconds since Rael had knocked them all out with a single finger.
Rael turned toward the side, meeting the banged-up Frederick's eyes.
"You alright?" Rael asked with a sigh. "I have to leave in a bit. Not sure when I'll be back, but probably by the time the next missions starts."
Although Frederick was drunk, he was still a Grade 3 being, so after wobbling for a few moments, he channeled mana throughout his body. Less than a second later, he burped, causing all of the alcohol to be flushed out as well.
