They continued drinking late into the evening, and after midnight, one could see that the alcohol had taken its effect on the three.
And their conversations changed as if the wind dictated their conversations.
From Miyanna to the road ahead, and then to stories of the past.
Celine withheld most from drinking as she knew that any quantity of alcohol would usually harm a pregnancy.
Especially one as early as hers.
But that was true for people with no Raw Vita.
She, having a stronger body, could consume more without any issues. As long as she held it under control.
But as the night progressed, that control was questioned several times.
Still, she only felt a light tingling from how much she drank.
But that was true only for her.
Miyanna, however, joined Blanc in drinking cup after cup.
And the wineskin was getting dangerously close to being empty.
She was drunk.
Not to the point that one could not stand or fall when they tried walking, but to the point, her tongue became as loose as a wild animal's.
Her eyes many times locked onto Blanc as she attempted to watch one of his reflections that began to appear after a while.
Yet, Celine brought her back from staring every time it happened, keeping her occupied and talking.
As for Blanc… well, he was tired.
He enjoyed the conversations they had.
He also found Miyanna's attitude now quite pleasing after all that had happened.
But his tiredness was not from exhaustion or lack of sleep.
His mind wanted to forget everything he had seen.
Everything he had done.
Even for one single night.
So, for tonight, he let go.
But that was a mistake.
It was because the things his body requested, as the stomach requests food.
Not only because it was a good distraction.
But also because the beasts inside him demanded it.
And even in the drunkenness he felt now, he still held back as best as he could.
With sighs leaving his lips many times, as he came back from whatever his mind was showing him.
It was getting increasingly difficult to hold back.
Yet the conversations did not appear to be going anywhere anytime soon.
"Ah," said Celine as she stopped laughing from the last conversation they had, "Miyanna dear, why don't you tell Blanc what happened before?"
"Before? Before when?" asked Blanc.
"Ah… that," muttered Miyanna, "Do I really have to? I don't want to say it."
"Now, now," giggled Celine, "You were so brave back then. Why act ashamed now? Do you think he will get mad?"
"Mad? At what?" Blanc asked, even more curious and confused than before.
"But… oh well. Fuck it," sighed Miyanna, as she turned to face Blanc, "You know when you took me foraging?"
"Yes," Blanc nodded, sipping from his glass.
"When you were unconscious while harvesting Raw Vita, well… I-I-uh," Miyanna stuttered, losing her courage, as she looked away from his face, "I kissed you."
"Huh?" Blanc asked, his eyes wide as he thought he did not believe her words, but a look towards Celine, who just nodded with a wide grin, confirmed he heard it right. "Wait… why? And did you know?"
"Of course I did," Celine shrugged, "I was there when it happened."
"And you did not stop it?" Blanc asked.
"I did not believe her courageous enough, and to be honest, I was curious to see how brave she really was," Celine giggled.
Blanc suddenly straightened himself as he looked towards Celine, "That's it? You've allowed another woman to kiss your unconscious fiancé to see if she would be brave enough to do it?"
"Oh, do not get me wrong, my love, I was not happy about it. But that was an important moment. She could have escaped right then and there, yet she did not. She chose to remain. And to convince herself that it was right. She did what she did." Celine explained.
Blanc laughed at that, letting his eyes go towards the ceiling as he did, "It finally makes sense why those days felt off with you two. But I find it in bad taste that-" he began speaking, but got interrupted mid-sentence.
"Bad taste?" Miyanna muttered, "You speak as if I'm not next to you."
"No, Miyanna, it's not like that," Blanc began explaining, but there was nobody to listen to him.
"How is it then?" Miyanna asked, grabbing his collar.
"You are drunk, Miyanna. I suggest you not do that again in the future," Blanc replied, and before he opened his mouth to speak again, Miyanna got up to leave for the kitchen.
"My love," said Celine, getting up and following after Miyanna. "You are so smart sometimes that I forget you are also a man when it comes to matters of the heart."
Blanc, in moments, found himself alone at the table.
Drunk, confused, and angry.
How was this his fault? He was the one who was kissed without his knowledge of it happening.
So, how was he the one who did not understand the matters of the heart?
Perhaps it was rude how he reacted, yes. But all of it took him by surprise.
How Miyanna had just kissed him.
How Celine knew, and not only did not really appear angry, despite her words, but was actually grinning as if she enjoyed this.
He knew his fiancée was different.
She grew up in one of the most influential Noble Bloods in the Empire.
He saw the teachings of Lucien Maroux, his father-in-law, on her.
He saw and took notice of how she mentioned and questioned multiple times on the issue of multiple wives or other females.
He did not have time to question this properly.
But why was this fiancée of his so open to such ideas?
It was not a good time for it, however… did he really mind though?
He thought about the moment Miyanna said that to him.
He was surprised, yes. But his mind fluttered up as if it were on fire.
The alcohol aided in that, surely, but…
Unsure of what to do, Blanc found himself once more having a conversation with himself as he continued drinking alone.
No. Calm down, Blanc. There are more important things to worry about than thinking with your dick.
Is it really? What better moment is there?
Stupid question. We need to get somewhere safe.
Is it unsafe now? We drank like we were free of worry. Foolish to worry about such things now.
Still, not the moment.
I wonder about that…