Although Zich liked alcohol, he limited himself to only one cup of beer. It wasn’t because he was afraid that his judgment would become hazy or that he would lose control from a single cup of alcohol, but in consideration of Max who wasn’t in the same boat as him, Zich placed his cup down. Max almost appeared pitiful as he tried to lick the last remaining droplets of beer on the bottom of his glass cup. However, Max didn’t concern himself with other people’s gazes and only focused on finishing his drink.0

“Why don’t you have another cup, sir?”0

“Our captain told us to never drink more than two cups.” Max’s voice was weak as if he had heard a good scolding from his parents about this issue in the past.0

“Then why don’t we get up now?”0

“Wait a minute. I still have some left.” 0

It was almost grotesque to see Max’s tongue wiggle inside the bottom of the transparent beer glass. Zich sighed and tried to interrogate Max once again when noisy bell sounds rang across the whole city. 0

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Zich, as well as Max, who had been peering deeply into his beer glass, and the other people in the room, simultaneously turned their heads to where the...0