"…me."
"… …"
"Oh…!"
"…Oh!"
"Umm…"
What the hell is this? An unidentified sound echoed in my ear.
I moaned at the unidentified buzzing in my ears. His head was dizzy, and his insides were burning as if on fire.
It wasn't good enough that I wanted to close my eyes and go back to sleep.
"Wake up!"
"Yes…?"
But this time, it came to my ears vividly. It's true that someone is calling me to get up.
I barely opened my eyelids, which I had never thought of opening at the sound of it, trembling. A swarm of intense light pierced her eyes, closing and opening it several times until she got used to it.
Then, as his blurred vision gradually brightened, a familiar face caught his eye. White hair and blue eyes. And even a somewhat dissatisfied expression.
It was a bit late to judge because of her messy hair, but Marie, she was certain.
"Are you awake now?"
"Ugh…"
I couldn't immediately answer Marie's dissatisfied question. Because as soon as her mind returned to some extent, her headache struck.
I was barely able to put it on, grabbing my fiery hair. It had been a long time since I drank the water, and a very dry voice came out of my mouth.
"…Where are you?"
"Where is it? The auditorium."
Oh, yes. I even remember Cecily bringing me here just before the film stopped. I don't know what happened in the process.
He must have said something important, but strangely, I can't remember. Well, I'm drunk, so I can't help it.
I don't know what he did after that, but he probably fell asleep peacefully. Habits can't be changed easily, and I tend to get sick of drinking too much.
"By the way, I asked where he went, and he was sleeping here. How many glasses of wine did you drink?"
Marie's words in a pathetic tone pierced her ears. There were even reprimands mixed in, and her sincerity came out.
I squeezed my nose bridge and opened my mouth. It was still a broken voice.
"…do not know."
"Yeah. I don't know. Come on."
"Yes?"
As I was pressing on the bridge of my nose, Marie handed me something. Unlike a wine glass, it was an ordinary glass cup, and contained clear and transparent liquid and sphere-shaped ice.
I drank only wine, so I didn't know there were glasses. Of course, he would have only drunk wine.
"It's just plain cold water. I didn't add anything strange, so just drink it without talking."
After staring blankly at the glass for a while because of her dizzying mind, Marie told me in a blunt voice what the liquid was in the cup.
Only then did I say ah, and carefully handed the glass. Perhaps because there was ice, as soon as he received it, a cool chill was transmitted through his hands.
Then, I looked at the glass filled with ice carefully, in case I missed it, so I grabbed it with both hands and brought it to my mouth.
gulp- gulp- gulp-
"Whoa!"
After drinking half of the cold water, a heartfelt exclamation spontaneously burst out of my mouth.
Until a while ago, my heart was burning like firewood, but thanks to the cold water, I can live. My throat, which was dry like a desert, also feels like it has returned to its original state.
"Are you awake now?"
When Marie saw my reaction, she smiled and asked me. I answered, feeling that my dizzy head gradually improved.
"Thanks. Where did you get this from?"
"It was on the table. Not only wine, but also cocktails."
Apparently, it wasn't just wine. In fact, the wine was so delicious that I drank it all the time, so I don't know.
I shook my head from side to side to come to my senses, then looked around. Looking at it now, I couldn't see the band that was playing on the podium, and the number of people in the auditorium was significantly reduced than I remembered.
It seemed that a lot of time had passed while I was sitting in the chair and gazing out. I asked Marie quietly, scratching my head in embarrassment.
"That… maybe…"
"I don't even know when you slept. I was just starting to have some free time. It's been about 4 hours since you and I broke up."
As if he had even read my thoughts, Marie struck first. It's an added bonus that he put his arms around him and made a face that he didn't like.
Hell, she must have been busy running around, so this question could have been rude. So I opened my mouth, pondering what to say.
"…Then can we go together now? You said so before we left."
"Huh? That's right. But are you okay?"
Marie was taken aback by my question for a moment, but she immediately worried about my condition. She was almost intoxicated by the time she fell in love, so she was worried.
However, once he fell asleep and woke up, his spirit of alcohol ran away to some extent. Moreover, the cold water delivered by Marie acted as a kind of reliever, enabling normal activities.
Of course, the headaches and nausea were still there. I think I've heard at first glance that wine is particularly bad for hangovers.
"It's good enough to move. And I've heard from my father. Whenever I have a hangover, I'll get rid of it if I cycle my mana."
"Oh, that? I've heard of it from you too."
"Soundbite."
As I got up from my seat, I circulated the mana in my body. Even if I have no talent in martial arts, it is possible to activate mana.
Then, when I concentrated a little, the mana in my body, which was moving slowly like a slug, began to move violently. I think about it every time I turn her mana, but this cool and refreshing feeling of her was unfamiliar to me at any time.
'It's amazing to use this to fight…'
It was while I was refining my clothes while thinking about it.
When Marie heard my method of relieving a hangover by circulating mana, she seemed to be contemplating, and then she opened her eyes brightly. It seems that something flashed in his mind.
Then, with an urgent expression, she grabbed my arm and screamed. The expression of embarrassment and embarrassment is a masterpiece.
"Hey! Hey! Stop it now! You can't turn mana right now!"
"Huh? Why? It's getting better…"
Ting-
It was before I even finished speaking. An indescribable headache came rushing in, as if the head had been hit hard with a hammer.
I had no choice but to stumble back to where I was sitting at the sudden onslaught of headache. Not only this, but I also felt nausea as my stomach, which had been calmly submerged in cold water, turned over.
"If you use mana, the hangover gets worse! Instead of shortening the time you feel a hangover, you speed up it all!"
"Ugh…"
"Really… Do you know what you know? What is this doing?"
Even after a series of bitter noises, they did not reach my ears. Headache and nausea, which had barely subsided, came rushing in at once, and I lost my mind.
"I'm sorry… it's not even a comedy."
Marie groaned in shock and put her buttocks on the chair next to me.
It seemed like it would take a long time for me to recover, so I thought I was going to wait until then. I was so sorry that I had no choice but to apologize.
"…sorry. I never knew this would happen."
"It's noisy and I drink water."
Come to think of it, the cold water I had left about half an hour ago was still in my hand. I drank the cold water left over at her words.
Thanks to the ice, the chill was still there, and I could feel the cool sensation through my throat. The upset stomach seemed to have calmed down, so it became a little bit livelier.
But the stomach churning was the same. As soon as she recycles her mana she quits right away, so she's a bastard, and she might be knocked down if she kept it longer.
"Ugh…"
"If it's hard, I'll call someone and take them to the dorm. Usually, there are a lot of drunk people like you at events like this, so the waiters are always waiting."
Marie, in a worried voice, suggested to me as to whether my condition was far worse than it looked. But I noticed her disappointment hidden in her care.
At best, if you get some free time and don't keep your promises, anyone will be disappointed. Even if it means the other person's condition is bad.
There, while I was sleeping, she must have wandered here and there to help the family even a little, and the fatigue would be enormous. Still, she came to me to keep her promise.
So, I want to avoid disappointment as much as possible. I tried to pretend I was okay and opened my mouth to reassure Marie.
"It's fine. It's just a little dizzy, but nothing to worry about."
"Yeah? Well, luckily."
"Still, it must be difficult to move. Shall we just talk about it here?"
"Here?"
I glanced at Marie in the midst of my stomachache, and she was looking at me with her eyes wide open. Instead of answering, I nodded my head to conserve my energy as much as possible.
At that, Marie blinked her cat-like eyes, and then smiled uncontrollably.
"You're all good, but sometimes when you go, you get stupid."
"Now it's because of the wine."
"That's a very convincing excuse."
"Didn't you drink?"
"Even though I drank, I didn't drink as much as you did. And the characteristic of the Requel's family is that they don't get drunk well."
You have inherited the blessed genes as well as your looks. I thought to myself that I was envious and looked ahead.
Now, as if they were trying to clean up, the waiters started to clean the tables one by one. The number of students who participated in the meeting also appeared to be lower than before.
Even so, only one person stood out, of course, Cecily in a red dress. As always, she was hanging out with Lina.
Perhaps she would choose Lina as her best friend. Whenever I saw her, in all probability, Lina was by her side.
"… …"
Did he even notice my gaze? Cecily, who was talking with Lina, looked straight at this side and gently waved her hand.
Although I didn't have the energy to move, I had to respond since the other side greeted me first. As I waved my hand helplessly, Cecily let out a chuckle.
"Isn't he looking at you?"
Marie asked in a voice full of dissatisfaction. I replied roughly in a weak voice.
"Perhaps. By the way, every time I see Cecily, it seems like she's with Lina-sama."
"…we're going to meet each other, huh?"
Cecily's evaluation of whether she had the things she had done before the breakup in her heart became quite harsh. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly when I heard it.
In the meantime, Marie looked at her hard-managed nails and opened her mouth in a calm voice.
"…Isaac."
"Yes."
"I'm suddenly curious, so I'm asking, what's your ideal type?"
"Ideal type?"
I listened to Marie's seemingly absurd question and turned my attention to her. She glanced at me once, then confirmed her pup by fiddling with her fingernails.
"Yeah. My ideal type."
"Why all of a sudden?"
"I'm just curious. There's no reason."
Mari replied that it was nothing to the other side, but she could confirm that her ears were slightly red. In her own words, Marie's hair color was as white as her eyes, which made her stand out even more.
For a moment I was stunned by the unusual reaction, but I muttered while stroking my chin about the ideal type she asked.
"You're my ideal type…"
To be honest, I never really thought about it. Maybe if it was a previous life, it's because now there are so many beautiful women around me that I have her feet covered.
Including Marie, Lina, Cecily, Leona, Adelia, and finally, the elf who is said to be the incarnation of beauty and Cindy.
It will depend on your taste, but these are by no means people who can be called ugly. If you say you're ugly, then that person is weird.
Anyway, I never thought about it right now. If you have to, how big is your eyes?
As I thought of that, I stopped stroking my chin and opened my mouth.
"Well… I never really thought about it. I think big eyes are good."
"Then, who is a woman with big breasts like Cecile or Lina?"
That's a very straightforward question. What I was embarrassed about was that Marie was really serious. I met her face, which had become more serious, without saying a word, and then without a word I lowered my gaze.
It's not as radical as Cecily's, but Marie's dress is also rather daring, so her chest is slightly exposed. Her skin, as white as her eyes, seems to catch the attention of many men.
In any case, Marie's breasts could never be called small. Cecily was too big, but Marie was also on the big side by my standards.
'no. This is not it.'
The story leaked for a while because of drunkenness, but I got back to the point. I raised my gaze to meet her face again, and then poured out her candid feelings.
"…it would be better if you were bigger. It's not just me, other men are like that. It's instinct."
"Yeah, right? That's right…"
It was just before Marie turned her head with a gloomy expression. I added hastily to the thoughts that flashed through my head.
"Ah. There is one. I hope we have the same hobbies."
"Hobby?"
"Yes. Hobby."
In a previous life, putting aside everything else, if our hobbies were right, we were basically good friends. Although she cut off contact with her parents after the death of her, there was once a girlfriend who was close to dating.
Edin was a similar case a while ago. It could be because they drank wine, but as soon as they found out that they had the same hobby, words came pouring out like an explosion. Even if it's just the beginning.
"If we share the same hobbies, I feel a sense of intimacy for some reason. The feeling of knowing something and having fun together? I like that."
"…are you surprisingly normal?"
"Yes. As you know, reading is my hobby, right? But these days, people only read Zeno's biography. I'd like to read some other books as well."
These words were sincere. Until then, people had read various books, but things have changed since Zeno's biography came out.
He has adapted to the easy-to-read Xenon biography, so he doesn't even pay attention to other books. It was a bit of a sad reality.
"…history?"
"Yes?"
"Don't you like history too?"
Marie asked cautiously. As I listened to her question, I tilted my head slightly, then nodded her head to answer.
"I like it. Why?"
"I just remembered to ask. There's no particular reason. Oh, and…"
Marie hesitated for a moment without speaking, then shook her head.
"No. It's nothing. Anyway, your ideal type is someone who shares your hobbies?"
"Yeah. What about you, Marie?"
"Me?"
In response to my reverse question, she asked, pointing her finger at herself. I nodded and confirmed.
Then she looked me in the face and raised the corners of her lips. It was a smile with a sense of playfulness, as if he had seen it somewhere.
"Aren't you going to teach me?"
"What?"
"I'm not going to teach you. Isaac is surprisingly naive, isn't it?"
"No. Ha…"
I let out a sigh. If I had known this would be the case, I wouldn't have answered either. It was the result of dizziness in the head and clouded judgment.
Marie murmured as if it was flowing while she was only laughing out loud because it was ridiculous.
"Someday…"
"Huh? What?"
"It's nothing. By the way, is your head okay now?"
"I think I'm going to vomit."
"If you vomit here, you're going to hear rumors… Oh, you'll get better already. With red hair spread out in a chair while drunk. It's going to be really fun, isn't it?"
"Can I seriously hit you?"
"If you hit me, I'll call my dad."
It took about 30 minutes for the condition to improve. After a brief conversation outside the auditorium, Marie and I parted ways late at night.
And just before we parted, Marie called me.
"Ahh, Isaac. I forgot something I didn't say."
"What is that?"
"You look cute when you sleep."
"… …"
"Then see you next week. Bye~"
I couldn't help but smile as I watched Marie waving brightly and walking away.
'I will not drink alcohol from now on.'
This meeting was, at least for me, a black history itself.