Kieran was confident of winning the bet. It's because he's never got drunk in his entire life. After rolling around several years in the battlefield, his body was capable of fighting even in state of intoxication.
But there was one thing he had forgotten.
—that his present body was not his original one.
And that getting drunk is a question of body's tensity, and not that of mind.
No matter how strong Kieran's mind was, he couldn't overcome the chemical reactions that took place inside his fragile body.
From the point when Kieran's tongue began to waver, Frillite suggested him to quit.
However, the half-drunk Kieran completely refused, and in the end he got drunk and fell to the floor.
"A little foolish…"
Tsk tsk, Frilite clicked her tongue and gazed at the fallen Kieran. Then she got out of her seat and sat down on her buttocks next to Kieran, who had fallen on the floor.
She took a deep breath as she looked at Kieran's lucid sleeping face.
"What should I do with this guy…"
