Ever since Dante returned from Wolfenheim, he buried himself in work. Royal duties, things he did not have to personally take care of, he took them all upon himself. To those on the outside, he looked like a hardworking King who was doing his best for his people.
But for those closest to him, they could tell he was merely using it as a form of escapism.
"Your Majesty, you need to take a break," Marius voiced his concerns as he brought Dante the third glass of whiskey he had requested for.
It was still early in the afternoon and the Dragon King was already drinking heavily. This had become his new routine.
"It does not aggravate the curse, you don't have to worry about that," Dante replied as he took a quick sip of alcohol.
Marius bit his lip, he did not know what else to say. Nothing anyone said seemed to have gotten through to him. Perhaps the only person who can change his mind now was the very person who pushed him away.
