"Cough, cough... Can we drink this wine now?"
In the lounge of the royal palace, a half-elf merchant rasped out the question, clearing his throat roughly.
They had been invited here by Count Angler, but just as the conversation began, the unexpected assassination attempt on Marquis Vincent occurred.
After Count Angler left, the half-elf merchants, who were parched from thirst accrued throughout most of the day, could hardly resist the red wine in front of them.
However, despite such temptation, none of them dared to be the first to touch the drinks.
"Just sip lightly, drink a little, shouldn't be a problem." Someone suggested.
Nevertheless, the one who proposed this idea didn't make the first move either.
A painful silence enveloped them once more.
Finally, unable to contain his impatience, Haveril drained the drink in front of him in one gulp under the surprised gazes of others and then loudly commanded:
"Where is the maid? Have her refill my cup!"
