Chapter 49

EP.49 A Day of Misunderstandings with the Saint Who Feeds Alcohol

I never imagined that drinking could be this enjoyable.

Why is that?

It’s not like the alcohol content in the soju has suddenly changed,

nor has anyone added sugar to the soju, yet it tastes so sweet.

I already knew the answer.

It must be because I’m drinking with everyone.

As the evening progressed,

I enjoyed seeing the team members, who had been maintaining their decorum, gradually let their guard down.

The stiff atmosphere from when we first met had long since disappeared, and it was astonishing how they now treated each other like friends who had known each other for almost a decade.

Is this the power of alcohol?

The art of pouring drinks.

It might sound a bit funny when put into words,

but I learned how to pour drinks from the team members and started pouring for everyone.

I realized that feeding others alcohol could be just as fun as drinking it myself.

At first, the team members received the drinks I poured with a sense of gratitude,

but by the time they had their fourth glass, their faces started to look a bit off.

Why is that?

Among the team members who were glancing at each other, excluding me,

it was Stad who stepped forward with a serious expression, like drawing a sword.

"Um, Saint...?"

His lips, which had been making strange laughing sounds, had suddenly drooped downward.

Who could have turned such a cheerful person into this?

It must be someone incredibly bad.

He looks a bit upset,

but there’s always a remedy.

Drinking makes you feel better, which is an unchanging truth for me.

Maybe I didn’t pour enough before.

I quickly filled his empty glass.

"Um, um. Ah, that’s not it. Ah, that, Saint."

"Sure."

Is there a problem?

I was feeling very good at the moment.

Smiling, I encouraged him to speak, but he closed his mouth as if the words had been sucked out of him.

He shouldn’t close his mouth.

It’s where the alcohol goes.

Like when giving medicine to children, I made an "Ah" sound and opened my mouth first, and Stad unconsciously opened his mouth too.

"Enjoy."

I handed him the glass, and his pupils started to dart around.

Why?

It’s like a frightened herbivore.

Anyone watching might think I’m about to eat him.

Seeing his trembling hands, I worried the alcohol might spill,

so I held his hand to steady it.

Oh,

his face turned red.

He brought the glass to his lips, as if gaining courage.

"Right."

Looking at him as if he were a child who had bravely swallowed bitter medicine, he stared at me as if hypnotized,

then after a moment, his red face suddenly turned pale.

"Ugh!"

He puffed out his cheeks and ran out.

Eh.

"Stad is pitiful."

"He can’t drink well. You, you’re going too far, sister."

"It’s the drinker’s fault. What did the Saint do?"

"That’s true, but he should control his own drinking."

The team members murmured.

I was deeply confused by the sudden situation,

"Did I do something wrong...?"

"No, no!"

"There’s no way. If anyone’s wrong, it’s Stad."

"You worry too much, sister."

"Then, let’s all have another round."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Why do they all close their mouths when I speak?

It’s not like they dislike me.

As I pouted, an empty glass was pushed toward me.

The arm belonged to the paladin.

You’re the only one.

I poured happily, and he smiled back with trembling lips.

Ah.

It’s fun.

...

...

...

The sound of dripping raindrops reached my ears.

It was raining outside.

It wasn’t in the forecast.

What I thought was a shower had been going on for over an hour.

We stayed at the beef restaurant, drinking continuously.

A server glanced at our table and brought a red box to collect the empty bottles.

Checking the bill was an added bonus.

Then, they gave us hangover drinks according to the number of people.

Handing one to me, who was still relatively fine,

I gratefully accepted it and distributed it to the team members.

When I gave it to Stad, who looked the worst,

"Here, I’m sorry. Let’s stop... Ugh."

"..."

"This isn’t alcohol."

"Lie! You said it was water before. Ugh. I really feel like throwing up. Really, I’m sorry. Cough. If I drink more, I’ll die."

"..."

It seems I’ve lost his trust.

Since I can’t force him to drink, I looked for the next target.

Mohye.

I heard somewhere that she had just turned twenty.

She has a young appearance.

She took what I gave her without complaint, which was beautiful.

She didn’t get drunk, but after a few bottles, she fell asleep.

I couldn’t leave her like that,

so I planned to wake her up and make her drink this.

Thinking this, I patted her back as she lay on the table.

"Miss Mohye."

"Huh."

"Yes?"

Looking exhausted, she sat up and examined my face carefully.

"Do you know? They say that seeing someone too beautiful can cause short-term memory loss. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know? They say that seeing someone too beautiful can cause short-term memory loss. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know? They say that seeing someone too beautiful can cause short-term memory loss. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

"..."

"Do you know? They say that seeing someone too beautiful can cause short-term memory loss. Isn’t that ridiculous?"

She smiled as if telling a funny joke and fell back asleep.

I can’t make her drink anything.

Then, who’s next?

"Sister. Sister."

"Yes."

"Why are you so beautiful? Why are you so beautiful?"

"..."

"Am I drunk?"

"No, I’m not drunk..."

She’s definitely drunk.

Holdmedic, with a very drunk face, looked at me and then said, lowering her gaze,

"Melon, it’s a white melon, melon, it’s a white melon..."

"..."

Is she talking to my chest, which is in a white shirt?

I tried to ignore her, worried she might bite.

A man cleared his throat loudly to lighten the mood.

"Since the Saint drank the most, let’s go get some fresh air."

It was Praphetino.

Is this the dignity of the oldest person?

He spoke to me calmly without making a scene like the other team members.

I thought it was unreasonable to leave him alone,

"No, I’m fine."

"Please."

"Yes?"

"I’m begging you."

"Yes?"

"Staying with the Saint any longer, I’ll end up the same..."

"..."

"Did you hear that?"

Very well.

Since it’s a request, I can’t refuse.

Besides, it’s raining,

and I wanted to go out and enjoy it.

I stood up, opened the door, and went out,

enjoying the rain to clear my head.

The sound of raindrops hitting the eaves has a certain charm wherever you hear it.

How long has it been since I didn’t cry while watching the rain?

It must have been very impressive, like a lotus blooming in the mud, so if it happened, I wouldn’t forget.

I’ve never seen a lotus bloom in the mud.

It means I’ve always cried when it rained.

But I found one.

A lotus.

So today will be a special day to remember.

Feeling even better as I watched the rain, I closed my eyes and listened to the raindrops,

when a discordant sound pierced through the rain and reached my ears.

"Her chest is really big. Damn."

"Hey, we can hear you."

The voice was low, but it was definitely about me.

When I looked, it was the two men from the other table who had taken drinks earlier.

If you’re going to say such things, at least do it where I can’t hear.

Well, it’s my fault for having good hearing.

When our eyes met, they realized I had heard and fled their seats in shock.

They were probably leaving the shop.

Where did they get an umbrella?

It was a bit amusing to see them turn back and take in my body as if memorizing it.

Suddenly, someone next to me shouted.

It was the paladin.

"Those bastards!"

Huh?

Why is he here if he was going to the bathroom?

Come to think of it, the men’s room is outside the shop.

I grabbed the paladin’s collar as he tried to run out.

"It’s raining. Where are you going?"

"No, didn’t you hear? Those bastards..."

"I heard."

"Then."

Then what?

Are you going to confront them?

Fight them?

Looking up at him because of the height difference,

his bangs were wet, as if he had washed his face.

He must have done anything to sober up.

I handed him a hangover drink and said,

"Calm down. You seem a bit agitated from the alcohol."

"Right. I got so heated up..."

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why did you get heated up?"

"Because they said something about the Saint. You heard, right?"

"It’s everyday stuff."

Of course, I haven’t experienced it much in real life,

but I’m talking about the internet.

Actually, you were one of the people who got heated up about the Saint’s harassment.

It’s kind of self-inflicted, but...

"I want to get used to it..."

When I said that, his gaze hardened.

He looked at me with a stiff face, deep in thought.

I could almost hear his brain working.

Then, a raindrop