Every time Henry raised his glass, he was met with compliments and toasts from the nobles. As expected, Henry's incredible tolerance for alcohol and hearty manner once again left the assembled nobles soundly defeated.
"Another round! To our friendship, and to the glory of the Empire!" Henry's voice boomed, and with every glass he raised, the surrounding nobles had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep up.
If they failed to let Henry enjoy himself to the fullest tonight, their future dealings with this newly promoted Count would likely be difficult.
'Want to ride my coattails? You won't even drink with me, and you still expect a seat at the table? In your dreams!'
Around the banquet table, nobles collapsed one after another, yet Henry remained standing as firm as a pine. The nobles who had succumbed, their stomachs churning violently, began to regret ever trying to match drinks with this Count and his frightening capacity for alcohol.
