Helen clutched the goblet, her delicate little face flushed, looking a bit unsteady on her feet.
"Not bad!"
"Who knew this little girl could hold her liquor so well?"
"...Little girl?"
Charles, now drunk, suddenly had a sobering thought.
How could there possibly be a little girl on the ship?
No, there was indeed a little girl aboard the "Mermaid."
The one who had been following that mage, a little tyke named Helen.
Seeing Helen wobble before him, Charles felt something was not right.
This...
Just imagine, if the little girl you brought got drunk by someone else, would you as a guardian be happy?
As Charles was preparing to try to make amends, he saw Lis appear behind Helen.
Lis reached out and picked up Helen, looking at the empty goblet in her hand, as well as her drowsy drunkenness and the smell of alcohol on her breath.
Seeing Charles rubbing his head in front of him, Lis quickly figured out what had just happened.
"Ha ha, haha..."
