People in that place gathered around and watched Anwen and Trish.
Trish and Anwen’s faces were already red, and they hiccuped a few times. Even Trish looked like he was going to throw up.
“F-four,” said Trish, putting down the bottle of the last wine he could drink. He was already very dizzy and nauseous. If he continued, Trish felt that he would be killed by this ridiculous challenge.
“Six. I told you… you will lose,” Anwen said. She put down the bottle while hiccupping. “I won,” she added. Anwen stood up, followed by Trish, who staggered to his feet.
“We’ll escort you back.”
“No need. I’m a knight. I can go home alone,” Trish said. “Let’s go home,” he added, heading for the exit. Trish had to endure it. He shouldn’t faint before reaching the inn. If that happened, Anwen would underestimate him even more. He couldn’t let that happen.
Trish walked with wide strides while holding his head. However, he fell backward, feeling the area around him spinning. Dizzy….
