"Are you sure you don't need help? He doesn't seem in any condition to walk home on his feet," Ash asked with concern, looking at the drunken middle-aged man, Gabriel, Beth's biological father. Sprawled on the table like a dead dog, and was surrounded by a couple dozen empty alcohol bottles.
"Nah, I don't need it. After all, this isn't the first time he's been like this, and I can't always rely on others for help, right? I have my own way to bring him back to home. Just watch." With confidence, Beth picked up the water jug from the table beside her and, under the curious gaze of everyone around her, without hesitation, emptied it over her father's face.
"Huh? Who, where are the goblins?!" Gabriel exclaimed, jolting awake and staggering out of his chair. He scanned his surroundings with unfocused eyes, but the heavy effects of alcohol were too much. With a thud, he fell to the ground right next to her and passed out again.
