"Grandpa, are you okay?" Noya asked worriedly as he looked at Merante, who was sitting by the bed.
Merante held the small bottle of his wine in his hand, tilted his head back, and finished the last drop of wine inside. He licked his lips, and then smacked Noya on the head. "Scoundrel! You've completely wasted such a good wine."
"???" Noya was confused. His grandpa almost died, but the first thing he actually cared about was the wine?
"Where is this wine from? How dare you rascal hide such good wine from me." Merante questioned Noya.
Seeing that Merante appeared lively and full of strength, Noya finally was assured. He smilingly said, "Boss Mag gave it to me. It's just this small bottle."
"It's really just this small bottle?" Merante was still in disbelief. He reached over, and searched Noya.
"I really don't have a single drop of alcohol on me. But Boss Mag just sent breakfast for us. Have some," Noya said.
