I felt a chill run down my spine while I watched Kenji-san begin to sway in his chair. His question was met with silence as Derimus Imun-san stared blankly towards him.
"Well? What's your problem?" Kenji-san asked again. He leaned forward in his chair and splashed a bit of the obscenely expensive wine on the table.
I've never seen Kenji-san inebriated before. His constitution was always so high that alcohol couldn't ever affect him in any way. I'm not a person fortunate enough to have that benefit from my constitution, but Kenji-san was.
I suppose without a core, he has reverted to the alcohol tolerance of a regular human.
I won't act as if I am not interested in seeing how a drunk Kenji-san acts, but at the same time we are not in a situation that gives us the leeway to be belligerent at these times.
Derimus Imun-san placed his fork and knife down onto the table, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and faced Kenji-san before he spoke.
